Dare to Love

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Her father lifted his chin. “Nor do I intend to. It would be a waste of my time. Just as

  he’s a waste of yours.”

  Tears threatened, and she hated that. Having any further conversation with her father

  would be useless. She knew she needed to leave before she said something irreparable,

  something that would tear the fabric of her relationship with her father. She turned and

  fled from the room and went to her own wing, shutting and locking the door. She threw

  herself on her bed, feeling like the princess locked in the tower.

  Okay, maybe she was being melodramatic, but her father’s interference had to stop.

  Jake had been right when he’d told her she was too old to be living with her father. She

  hadn’t counted on him manipulating her life to this extent.

  She had to talk to Jake, to set things straight between them, let him know that her father had been wrong about her and Alex. It was time to change a few things about her

  living situation, about her life with her father.

  It was time to stand on her own.

  The next day she knew better than to try and see Jake at the construction site. No way was she going to risk having the door slammed in her face again. She could only

  imagine what must be going through his head, what he must have thought after his

  conversation with her father last night.

  She’d avoided her father the entire day at work. Fortunately, spending the morning in

  court helped. After she went to lunch, she spent the remainder of the day locked up in

  meetings with a few of the junior attorneys going over pending casework. By the time the

  day ended, she had managed to successfully dodge her father. She raced home, changed

  clothes and was out the door before her father came home from the office.

  Now she just had to convince Jake to see her. She pulled in his driveway, relieved to

  see his truck parked there and his garage door open. She heard the sound of mowing in

  the backyard and went through the gate, petting Rascal who bounded up to greet her.

  Rascal led her to Jake, who was just finishing up his lawn work. He turned when he saw

  her, and frowned.

  Shirtless, covered in grass, sweat and dirt, he looked magnificent.

  “What are you doing here?” He brushed past her to push the lawn mower toward the

  front of the house.

  She followed, watching as a grabbed a towel and wiped his face. Yeah, still grimy.

  Still gorgeous. “I…I came to talk to you about last night.” Ignoring her, he turned on the hose and began to wash down the mower.

  “There’s

  nothing more to talk about. Your father set things straight.” Undaunted, she stepped closer so he could hear her over the powerful noise of the

  water stream. “And who are you going to believe, Jake? Me or my father?”

  “I saw you at the restaurant with Alex.”

  How nice of her father to tell Jake where she and Alex had been having dinner.

  “Yes,

  I went out to dinner with Alex.”

  Jake turned off the faucet and turned to her, then looked around the neighborhood.

  Other homeowners were washing cars or doing their own lawn work. “Let’s take this

  inside.”

  She nodded and followed him through the garage and into the house. Jake stopped in

  the kitchen to grab two beers, opened both and handed her one. He leaned against the

  counter while she took a seat at the kitchen table.

  “I went to dinner with Alex. He was at the house when I got home last night. I was…admittedly a bit hurt about lunch yesterday.”

  “So you decided to dump me and go back to Alex just because I couldn’t have lunch

  with you?”

  “No.” She sighed, feeling like neither of them were seeing things clearly. “My father,

  and Alex, can be rather insistent.”

  “I hardly see you as a pushover, Lucy.”

  “You’re right. It was stupid. I feel nothing for Alex and should have said no. I felt manipulated and cornered and I shouldn’t have gone with him. But I did. And I had a

  miserable time. Alex droned on and on about himself and his life and I couldn’t wait for

  dinner to be over.”

  “I saw him kiss your hand.”

  “I almost lost my dinner over it. I was so shocked when he did that it took me a full

  minute to register what he was doing. I jerked my hand away as soon as I could recover.”

  “Uh huh.”

  Really, the man’s jealousy was exasperating. And kind of thrilling, too. “I made him

  take me home right after that. And when my father told me you had come by, and what

  he’d told you, I was furious with him.”

  “Yeah, I’ll bet that hurt his feelings.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Look, Jake. I can’t keep apologizing for my father. Only for myself. I’m sorry for barging in on you at lunch yesterday. I’m sorry I went out to dinner

  with Alex. Both were bad moves on my part. But I can’t apologize anymore for my father. He’s part of me. He’s part of my life and my career. If you and I are going to have

  a relationship—”

  “Is that what you think we have, Lucy? A relationship?” Stunned, she didn’t know how to answer that. “I don’t know. I thought we were starting one. Was I wrong?”

  He stared at her for so long she shifted in her chair, growing uncomfortable. She laid

  the beer on the table and stood. “Maybe I shouldn’t have come.”

  “Wait.”

  He moved toward her, his chest still glistening with perspiration. She sucked in a breath and held it as he stopped in front of her.

  She didn’t want to lose him. She didn’t want to hear him say goodbye to her.

  “I’m sorry, Lucy. I’m a bad tempered sonofabitch sometimes. And jealous as hell.” That’s exactly what she wanted to hear.

  “It’s okay. I make a lot of wrong decisions, and I’m often blind to my father’s faults.

  I always have been. I let him manipulate me all too often and I’ve got to learn to stop

  letting him do that to me. I guess I keep hoping he’ll change. He doesn’t.” He moved in even closer. “I was rude to you yesterday when you were nice enough

  to bring me lunch. I’m really sorry about that.”

  She shrugged. “It’s okay. I should have called. I shouldn’t assume…” He reached for her, grasping her upper arms. “Yeah, you should assume. If we’re going to have a relationship, you have every right to assume.” Her pulse kicked. She laid her hands over his arms and moved into his embrace.

  “Jake.”

  For the first time since she’d gotten there, his lips curled into a smile. “I’m sweaty.

  I

  smell like my backyard and I need a shower.”

  She smiled back. “I’m not fussy, Jake, and I don’t mind getting dirty. Just kiss me.” He did, dragging her against him and taking her mouth, parting her lips and sliding his tongue inside to claim hers. His lips were salty, and she devoured his flavor, needing

  to consume him, to take him as much as he was taking her. She whimpered against his

  mouth and he lifted her into his arms without breaking the contact of their kiss.

  And since his mouth was attached to her mouth, how he could maneuver his way down the hall and into the bedroom without being able to see was beyond her ability to

  understand. Okay, she really didn’t care. All she knew was that in record time she was on

  his bed and they were both naked and Jake’s hands were roaming gloriously all over her

  body, and she had free rein to explore his. Which she did in depth, kissing his mouth, his

  neck—as salty as his lips, before lifting her head and roll
ing over on top of him.

  He arched a brow in a wicked, suggestive way as she rubbed against him. He was hard and positioned in just the perfect spot to send hot shivers all over her. Never one to

  take the initiative in bed before, Lucy nevertheless felt emboldened tonight. She pushed

  off his chest and sat up, rolling down a bit so she sat on his thighs. She held out her hand

  and fortunately, Jake knew just what she asked for. He reached over to his nightstand and

  pulled a condom packet from the box and handed it to her.

  She tore the packet open and took the condom out, then swept her gaze up to his,

  wanting to watch his face as she applied the condom. The heat in his gaze, the way his

  eyes met hers instead of focusing on what her hands were doing, excited her more than

  the feel of his hot, hard shaft in her hands. When she had the condom applied, she held

  him in her hands and paused, riveted on the dark sexy look in his eyes.

  “You gonna do something with that or just hold on to it all night?” She grinned. “I don’t know. I might.”

  She could tell he was fighting to maintain control. “You might what? Do something

  or…nothing?”

  She cupped the sac underneath him and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Oh I definitely don’t plan on doing…nothing.”

  He groaned and lifted his hips. “Lucy,” he said, his husky tone a warning.

  Figuring she’d tormented them both enough, she shifted, fitting him inside her and

  leaning over him, pressing her palms down on his shoulders, her breasts flattened against

  his chest as she drew close to his face. “You have absolutely no sense of humor.” He grabbed her hips and lifted her up, then down, making her whimper. “Not when

  this is what I want.”

  Her own humor fled. Her concentration on how Jake made her feel, how his body connected to hers so intimately made her tighten around him, made her want to surge

  forward and grip his shoulders. She shuddered, holding that position until she thought

  she’d burst from the sensations spiraling through her core.

  Jake swept her hair back and cupped the back of her neck to bring her lips to his, kissing her with a deep passion that stoked the fires higher than she thought possible. She

  was hot, wet, aching, needing release. She ground against him, controlling their passion,

  rocking hard until Jake groaned against her lips. He dug his fingers into her hips and

  started sliding her back and forth—faster, controlling her movements. She lifted her head

  and looked down at him. His eyes had darkened, shadowed under his half-closed lids. He

  looked fierce, yet so sexy he made her belly tumble, and her sex twitched in spasms she

  could no longer hold back.

  “Jake.” His name fell in a whisper from her lips as she shuddered around him, falling

  into a climax that tore from her body in a rush of sensation. She tensed, gripping Jake’s

  arms and pressing her thighs to him.

  Jake held tight to her hips, arching upward with one hard, driving thrust, then pulled

  her in for a kiss, groaning as he released. She held him, feeling the sensations of his

  release, absorbing it like a hot caress. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close

  long after both of them had settled.

  She liked being on top of him, resting against him like this. She liked it so much her

  lids grew heavy, especially since he stroked her back with slow, easy caresses.

  She yawned.

  “Are you going to sleep there tonight?” he asked.

  She smiled against his chest. “I might.”

  “I’m sweaty.”

  “And now so am I.”

  “You know what that means, don’t you?”

  She lifted, placing her forearms on his chest so she could peer down at him. “That we’re both sweaty now?”

  He tapped her butt cheek. “No. It means we both need to take a shower.”

  “That smacks of promise.”

  “You’re like a ravenous beast I can never satisfy.” She waggled her brows. “I know.”

  She got up and they went into the shower, which turned out to be just as much fun as

  she thought it would be. They dried off and had dinner together. Jake opened a bottle of

  wine and they spent a couple hours sitting outside in the backyard swing.

  “I realized something tonight,” she said, laying her head on his shoulder.

  “Yeah, what’s that?”

  “We fought, made up, and we’re still together.”

  “Is that unusual?”

  “In my world? Yes.”

  He laughed and slung his arm around her shoulder. “Babe. If we’re going to have a

  relationship, get used to it. We’ll have arguments while we’re getting used to each other.

  We come from different backgrounds. Plus, I’m kind of new at this. I haven’t really had a

  steady girlfriend before. I’m sure I’ll screw this up more than once.” Girlfriend. She was his girlfriend. She felt giddy at the prospect. It was childish, but she loved it. She loved him. Everything was new and exciting and she felt much younger

  than her age. Ridiculous, but she didn’t care.

  She was having the time of her life, in love with a very special man.

  She wasn’t going to let anything screw this up.

  Chapter Eleven

  Jake sat back at his desk and grinned, trying to concentrate on the mounds of paperwork littering his desk.

  He was going to have to stop this mooning or his employees were really going to give him a hard time. Though they’d already done that. The guys had been torturing Jake

  for the past two weeks, claiming he smiled too much and he was—God forbid—

  turning

  into a nice guy. They said it was so unlike him they kept asking if he was sick, possibly

  dying.

  Bunch of smartasses.

  He couldn’t help it. Being with Lucy put him in a good mood. And for the first time in his life, he was genuinely content. He had a great career that satisfied him during the

  day, and a wonderful woman to spend his nights with.

  They’d been together every night, having dinner, going to movies or just hanging out

  at his place. Lucy would bring her laptop and paperwork with her. They’d sit side by side

  at his kitchen table while he worked on plans and she did legal briefs. Quiet, relaxing,

  homey. It was weird as hell, but he liked having her there, and she seemed to enjoy being

  there with him, even if neither of them said a word for hours. They’d settle into a companionable silence until one or both of them would look up and they’d make eye

  contact. They’d put their work away and have a beer or a glass of wine, sit outside if the

  weather was nice or in the living room if it was cold outside.

  It was so different having someone to talk to about his day. Lucy listened well, didn’t

  offer advice, just listened while he talked out his problems. She’d ask him what he planned to do to work out the issues. Then she’d wait until he asked for her advice

  instead of inserting her opinion. And she told him about her day, about the cases she

  could discuss or problems at the office, and asked for his advice. She treated him as an

  intellectual equal, listening to what he had to say.

  Even arguing with her about current events and issues was fun.

  After they were talked out, they’d head into the bedroom—if they made it that far—

  and spend a couple hours exploring each other, learning each other’s bodies, their likes

  and dislikes. They’d already discovered they didn’t have a lot of dislikes, which made

  Jake really happy.
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  Everything about Lucy made Jake really happy.

  He was in love with her. He wanted her in his house every night. He wanted to share

  his life with her, wanted to cook with her, do his paperwork at night alongside her, and

  have her in his bed every night. He wanted to wake up feeling her warm body nestled

  against his.

  He already couldn’t imagine his life without her, and he was pretty sure she felt the

  same way, though neither of them had said “those words” yet. He wondered if she’d

  move in with him if he asked. He knew he lived pretty far outside the city, but they could

  commute together. Even if she had to work late, he could always catch up on paperwork

  at the trailer while he waited for her. He liked the idea of driving to and from work with

  her. More time together.

  He was even starting to imagine the future. Converting the other bedrooms into rooms for kids. Kids he and Lucy would have together.