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streaked along deep scarring across its surface, and Eliza figured it had to be an antique. Judging by the crude edges and thick, square legs, she pegged it as an authentic Old West piece.
    The front door snicked shut behind her, and Eliza jumped, whirling to face Jacob as he neared. He stopped a few steps away and watched her from beneath impossibly long, dark sooty lashes.
    "What do you think?” A gesture of his large hand indicated the space around him.
    "It's lovely,” she said, meaning it. Charming and quaint, it fit Cowboy's Hideaway—and Jacob—perfectly.
    "It's yours."
    Her jaw dropped open. A torrent of protests settled on her tongue, but before she could give voice to any of them, Jacob stalked toward her, wrapped his arms around her waist and yanked her off her feet.
    Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around him. She hadn't bothered to button the shirt and it came loose, baring her breasts. The tip of his cock nudged the opening to her pussy, sending a shimmering burst of pleasure into her core.
    "I'm yours,” he whispered, then fused his mouth to hers.
    Eliza moaned, closed her eyes, and parted her lips for him. He delved inside and the flavor of his mouth drowned out the protests still hammering through her head. She was vaguely aware of moving, of being carried like precious cargo and placed on a soft blanket atop an even softer mattress. Her abused buttocks gave a slight throb of protest, but quickly settled into a faint tingling sensation, not at all unpleasant.
    Through it all, Jacob's mouth never left hers. She kissed him back with all the hunger she still possessed, all the dire, desperate need that continued to rake at her insides, demanding moremoremore .
    He trapped her waist between his large hands, positioning his lower body perfectly between her splayed legs. The long length of his cock nestled against her slit, not at all insistent or demanding. She'd expected him to be half-wild with the need to come by now, but when she opened her eyes and looked into his, she found nothing but raw emotion in the dark gaze.
    Jacob broke the kiss and pulled just far enough away so she could take in the entire span of his gorgeous face. His full lips glistened in the peach-colored sunrise.
    Stunned by the startling image he presented, Eliza vaguely took in their surroundings. Dark walls, matching furniture. A king-sized bed. Checkered curtains that hung on either side of a wide-open window like twin columns holding up the roof.
    "Stay with me.” Jacob curled his hips, sliding his cock through her folds until she arched her back and gasped. “After the wedding ... after everyone leaves. Stay with me."
    She trembled beneath the assessing strength of his gaze. Tonight had been nothing like she'd anticipated. Jacob had shown her so many facets of himself. He'd opened his soul to her, revealing his dark, dominant side, his caring, tender side...
    His loving, devoted side.
    How could she do anything less?
    "Yes,” she murmured, not because she'd thought through his offer, but because she didn't have to.
    She knew she'd need to explain her decision to Marissa, which wouldn't be easy. She'd have to bear endless gossip about her relationship with a much younger man. She'd be forced to endure the stares of scandal-mongering tourists.
    Jacob released a long breath. A grin curved his mouth and he looked at her with so much happiness it nearly stopped her heart.
    "You're different, Eliza. Not at all what I expected."
    She couldn't help the laugh that bubbled from her throat. He'd astonished her with his dominant tendencies and the seductive way he flogged her to fiery release, with his sweet, slow lovemaking and his willingness to open his heart.
    "Looks like we're both full of surprises,” she said, running her palms down the lean lines of his back.
    Cupping his taut ass, she pulled him forward, nudging the tip of his cock into her eager channel. When he slipped inside, they gasped as one.
    He went slow again, which