Free The Fall Of Jacob Del Garda by CC MacKenzie Page A

needs closure, cara ."
    She didn't say anything for the longest moment.
    "Do Lucas and Becca know she's here?"
    Nico kissed her cheek and smiled. His wife was not a gossip and neither did she interfere in people's personal lives, but she was good friends with Rebecca Del Garda. She knew Jacob's brother Lucas and sister-in-law had been terribly worried about him.
    "I do not think it is either my business, or yours, to interfere in Jacob's life," he warned in a silky voice.
    The tone made her huff against his arm before she pressed a soft kiss on his skin.
    "He's a grown man. But we haven't seen Lucas and Becca and the boys for ages. Maybe I'll invite them down."
    Nico couldn't help but laugh at the innocent tone, and nipped her earlobe to let her know he was on to her.
    "I am always happy to see Lucas. I will call him tomorrow."
    "And I'll call Becca," Bronte said and gave a tired sigh.
     
    And for the first time in their marriage his wife sank into sleep before he'd made love to her.
    Nico was rock hard, and couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry at the way his body betrayed him every single time she so much as looked at him. But her too demanding and controlling comment just wouldn't go away. Another thought, one he didn't like, entered his brain.
    Perhaps it might be an idea for him to sleep in another room until Bronte felt better?
    That would show her he was putting her needs before his own.
    After placing a soft kiss on her mouth, he slid out of their nice warm bed.
    Settling himself into a cold bed in a guest room, Nico lay on his back and wondered why the hell his chest ached so bad? 
     

Chapter Eight
    Confused, Jacob's words spun in Gabriella's stunned brain as her eyes clung to his.
    He wanted closure?
    The tone of his voice was one she’d never heard him use with her before, and it broke her heart.
    Did he mean what she thought he meant?
    He wanted to make love with her?
    And she admitted now that she wanted him so badly she could barely stand it.
    The way his thumbs were stroking her jaw, her cheeks, was so wonderful she wanted to lean into him.
    She'd missed him so damned much.
    The scent of him made her dizzy. How could she have forgotten the sensual, erotic, essential essence of this man?
    His fury with her she understood, and who could blame him?
    But it was the pain lurking behind the fury in those dark pitiless eyes that made her want to surrender, to throw herself on his mercy, and to beg him for forgiveness.
    Only that meant he would see her naked.
    He would see the scars, the implants.
    God, Jacob hated silicone implants.
    How would she bear it if he turned away from her?
    "No," she said.
    Her mouth was too dry.
    The tip of her tongue ran over her lips.
    His eyes went even darker, too intense, as they watched the move.
    "I tried to have other women," he said in a hoarse voice, ignoring the way she hitched her breath. Ignoring the way she closed her eyes tight against the sharp sting of his words. "They did not smell like you." He dipped his head, and inhaled the tender spot under her ear, making her shudder. "They did not taste like you." The flat of his tongue licked the spot, and God help her, she moaned. "And they did not sound like you."
    Without warning, without pity, his mouth plundered hers.
    His kiss was utterly ruthless, too rough.
    He used his tongue and teeth like a weapon, his big body shuddering as he devoured her like a starving man.
    And again another sob escaped her throat because this was not a Jacob she recognised, and her heart broke for him, and for herself.
    His teeth nipped then pulled on her trembling bottom lip, and she cried out with the shock of it, the sting of it. And may God help her, the deep, aching pleasure of it.
    Her response, the way her desperate tongue tangled with his, the way her lips sucked his tongue into her mouth shocked him and shocked herself.
    He stepped back too fast.
    Gabriella staggered, reaching for the chair.
    Dark eyes, almost black burned into