Page 18 of Saved By the Lieutenant
God she’s so fucking beautiful, I love every inch of her body. I’ve missed her so damn much. Her eyes are closed, head thrown back, and her lips slightly parted. She's completely vulnerable to me, and I love that she’s giving me another chance.
I push her onto the soft mattress. She looks up at me with a mix of love, desire and trust. Something I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see from her again. I cup her face, slowly bringing my lips to hers, kissing her gently as I let her know just how much she means to me.
I slide my hand down her side, gently feeling the curve of her hip, stopping just above her thigh. Her breaths are shallow and anticipatory as her body shakes. I gently lift her leg over my hip, positioning her perfectly for taking my cock. Her eyes flicker down, and she bites her lip nervously.
“I love you,” I whisper, my voice steady and filled with so much emotion. I need her to know that I love her, that after all this shit has finished, I’m staying with her. I need her to know that’s true and to believe it. It’ll be hard for her, but I’m hoping with time, she’ll realize that I’m being honest
I lean in to kiss her again, my lips soft and tender as they brush against hers. My hand slides further down her thigh, and she gasps softly, her body arching slightly towards me.
With a deep breath, I pull back slightly, placing my hands on her waist. I slowly enter, my cock thick and hard. God, I feel at home being inside of her. There's nothing better than being balls deep inside of her.
Amanda moans, her body arching beneath me, and I can't help but thrust harder, needing to feel her against me. Herhands grab my arms, her nails digging into my skin, and she moans my name, a desperate plea for more.
I oblige, thrusting deeper, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm. Her moans fill the room, and it makes me harder. She’s my fucking everything. I’m not losing her. Not now, not fucking ever. I was stupid to walk away from her once before, I'll be damned if I do it again.
The orgasm builds within me, a tidal wave of pleasure washing over me. I can feel Amanda tightening around me, her walls squeezing me in a vice-like grip. The sensation is overwhelming, and I know that this is it. I'm coming, hard and fast, thrusting into her with everything I have, I bottom out inside of her and groan long and hard.
I collapse onto the bed, pulling her with me. “Fuck,” I growl, completely spent. “That was amazing,” I tell her.
She gives me a coy grin. “It was so amazing. Thank you, Jake.”
I blink, wondering what on earth she could be thanking me for. “For what?”
“Being here, dropping everything to be here with me. For telling me the truth about why you left and wanting us to have another chance. I've missed you.”
My heart stammers. “Christ, I've missed you too, Amy. So fucking much.” I doubt she'll know just how much. But having her in my arms, it's all that I’ve ever wanted.
“We're going to be okay, right?” she asks, the vulnerability shining in those gorgeous green eyes of hers makes my stomach clench. I hate that she's afraid.
I run my hand along her back. “We're going to be fine,” I promise her. “Once this is over, we're going to spend Christmas together.”
She grins. Christmas is her favorite time of the year. She goes all out and I’ve missed not spending the past two years withher. “It’ll be the best Christmas ever then,” she says softly as she presses her head against my chest. “I love you, Jake Mathers.”
I doubt I’ll ever tire of hearing her say those words. “I love you, Amanda Bright.”
Once this situation is over, I’m going to sort my shit. I fucked up two years ago, by leaving her instead of doing what I wanted to and that was marry her. Now that we’re reunited, I want that, I want her more than I thought possible. As soon as she’s home, I’ll be rectifying my mistakes.
I have a feeling that this situation with Callum Dawkins is going to come to a head very soon. Let’s just hope there’s no casualties. But soon, the man will be facing justice for the murders that he’s committed and I have no doubt that as soon as his name hits the headlines, people will come forward with the atrocities that he’s done.
9
AMANDA
“Amy,”Jake calls and I turn from my laptop screen to look at him. God, he looks so beautiful, even dressed in a thick winter jacket and snow boots. The man could make wearing a paper bag look sexy as hell. “I need to get some supplies,” he says as his jaw locks and he glances at the low stack of wood. “It won't take me long, lock the door behind me and don't let anyone in.”
My heart races at his words. He's stuck by my side every day since I've been here. Hell, before Peter dropped me off here, Jake had stocked the cabin with everything we'd need. We're good on food and water, the only thing we're low on is fire wood. As there's a blizzard incoming any moment, we both know that we'll need the wood to get through the chill. “I'll come with you,” I tell him and place my laptop down onto the coffee table. I rise to my feet. I'm not feeling very comfortable with being alone. I know that I'm safe here, especially with Jake, but knowing that Callum could turn up at any moment has me on edge.
Jake's eyes soften as he steps toward me. “Baby,” he says low, his words soft and filled with love. He's no longer holding back, he's showing me just how much he loves me. He kisses me and holds me all the time, and I love it. It brings me back toa happier time and I pray that once this situation is over, that things between us won't change. “You're safer here, especially with the blizzard coming soon. I won't be long, just make sure that you lock up behind me.”
My heart stutters. God, I hate the thought of him being out there alone, anything could happen to him. “Where do you need to go?”
He grins. “I have enough wood to keep us through at least a dozen winters. The wood is stacked up in the shed, it's not a long walk, but I'll need to make a few trips back and forth. I won't be long.”
Damn, he always manages to make me feel better. Always says the right thing to calm me down. “Okay, but I'd like to help.” I would feel better if we stuck together.
He hauls me into his arms, holding me tight. “I know you would and you're helping by staying put. I need you here, right where I know you are. It's snowing outside, Amy, which means that it's cold. I want you inside where it's warm.”
I roll my eyes at his protective tone. “Okay, but if you freeze your toes off, don't blame me.”
