grabbed her favorite bottle of wine and retreated to the tub. She started his favorite country music and slid herself into the suds. When she checked the time, she knew she had a little time to unwind before he got home.
As she waited for him to appear, she allowed herself to remember some of the most pivotal moments they shared together four years ago. Jacob was the one and only man she had ever dated, and the falling-in-love memories filled her with warmth and energy. She closed her eyes, sinking deeper into the tub, and let her mind drift.
The first time she set eyes on him in that boardroom, his cowboy hat on the table beside him, hat hair and sexy as hell. His intense gaze prevented her from saying a word that entire meeting.
Ellie laughed now, at that memory. She didn’t realize it at the time, but a boardroom was the last place Jacob would ever want to be. He belonged in the field with his horse. She took a sip of wine and closed her eyes again. Her memories continued…
The time they found a hot tub in someone's back yard and spent what they later called the Hour of Bliss. They were so spontaneous in those years.
They way he looked at her with so much love and desire. He still looks at her that way, sometimes.
The smell of leather, hay, and cloves the first time they made love. Ellie's first time. She had been so nervous. Then just lying there, motionless, enjoying the touch of skin. Waking hours later, bodies entangled.
Ellie's glass of wine was empty. She opened her eyes and found the bottle to pour another glass. As she did, she saw him, standing there. Taking her in.
"Hello," he said. His gravelly voice still made her heart skip. Her eyes drifted open so she could admire the man standing before her.
Damn, how can one man make a t-shirt and jeans look so sexy, she thought.
Jacob stood at just over six feet. His work around the ranch kept him lean and muscular; working with cattle took strength and stamina.
Today, however, was an easy day. He and his father had been checking the cattle on the four-wheelers.
Ellie knew his Stetson was hanging by the front door. His hair showed evidence that he had been wearing it earlier that day.
She gave him a sly smile.
"Come in," she said.
"I would rather not,” was his reply. He moved in closer and reached out his hand for her. She extended her hand, and allowed him to raise her up onto her feet. Without moving his eyes away from hers, he put his hand onto the small of her back and helped her out of the tub. Keeping one hand on her back and his eyes on hers, he brought a towel toward her and draped it over her shoulders, while letting his lips move down toward her chest, taking in first one nipple, then the other.
"Do you want dinner? It's ready."
He pulled her wet body in close to his and dropped his face to hers, "No."
"Take me to bed,” sighed Ellie.
"Of course,” was his reply. He wrapped his arm tighter around her back and moved her toward the bed, only steps from the bathroom. She was still dripping with bubble bath, but neither of them cared. When they reached the edge of the bed, he lifted her easily and lay her across the mattress. He then took a step back, eyes still burning into hers and removed his shirt with one swift motion.
Sweet Jesus, she thought as heat gathered between her legs. She focused on his well cut abdomen, then let her eyes move back up to his face, hisstrong jaw line , and his intense blue eyes. She knew he was burning with passion for her.
He is more handsome now then the day I met him, thought Ellie.
He unzipped his pants, freeing his bulge, and moved toward the bed. With one swift motion, he slid his arm under her and moved her to the other end. Ellie inhaled deeply, the familiar vanilla, clove, and leather smell relaxed her. This smell, this intimate place, the feeling of his hands possessing her, this was and would always be sacred to Ellie.
She continued to breathe deeply and
As she waited for him to appear, she allowed herself to remember some of the most pivotal moments they shared together four years ago. Jacob was the one and only man she had ever dated, and the falling-in-love memories filled her with warmth and energy. She closed her eyes, sinking deeper into the tub, and let her mind drift.
The first time she set eyes on him in that boardroom, his cowboy hat on the table beside him, hat hair and sexy as hell. His intense gaze prevented her from saying a word that entire meeting.
Ellie laughed now, at that memory. She didn’t realize it at the time, but a boardroom was the last place Jacob would ever want to be. He belonged in the field with his horse. She took a sip of wine and closed her eyes again. Her memories continued…
The time they found a hot tub in someone's back yard and spent what they later called the Hour of Bliss. They were so spontaneous in those years.
They way he looked at her with so much love and desire. He still looks at her that way, sometimes.
The smell of leather, hay, and cloves the first time they made love. Ellie's first time. She had been so nervous. Then just lying there, motionless, enjoying the touch of skin. Waking hours later, bodies entangled.
Ellie's glass of wine was empty. She opened her eyes and found the bottle to pour another glass. As she did, she saw him, standing there. Taking her in.
"Hello," he said. His gravelly voice still made her heart skip. Her eyes drifted open so she could admire the man standing before her.
Damn, how can one man make a t-shirt and jeans look so sexy, she thought.
Jacob stood at just over six feet. His work around the ranch kept him lean and muscular; working with cattle took strength and stamina.
Today, however, was an easy day. He and his father had been checking the cattle on the four-wheelers.
Ellie knew his Stetson was hanging by the front door. His hair showed evidence that he had been wearing it earlier that day.
She gave him a sly smile.
"Come in," she said.
"I would rather not,” was his reply. He moved in closer and reached out his hand for her. She extended her hand, and allowed him to raise her up onto her feet. Without moving his eyes away from hers, he put his hand onto the small of her back and helped her out of the tub. Keeping one hand on her back and his eyes on hers, he brought a towel toward her and draped it over her shoulders, while letting his lips move down toward her chest, taking in first one nipple, then the other.
"Do you want dinner? It's ready."
He pulled her wet body in close to his and dropped his face to hers, "No."
"Take me to bed,” sighed Ellie.
"Of course,” was his reply. He wrapped his arm tighter around her back and moved her toward the bed, only steps from the bathroom. She was still dripping with bubble bath, but neither of them cared. When they reached the edge of the bed, he lifted her easily and lay her across the mattress. He then took a step back, eyes still burning into hers and removed his shirt with one swift motion.
Sweet Jesus, she thought as heat gathered between her legs. She focused on his well cut abdomen, then let her eyes move back up to his face, hisstrong jaw line , and his intense blue eyes. She knew he was burning with passion for her.
He is more handsome now then the day I met him, thought Ellie.
He unzipped his pants, freeing his bulge, and moved toward the bed. With one swift motion, he slid his arm under her and moved her to the other end. Ellie inhaled deeply, the familiar vanilla, clove, and leather smell relaxed her. This smell, this intimate place, the feeling of his hands possessing her, this was and would always be sacred to Ellie.
She continued to breathe deeply and
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