and wished he could trust everything he saw in her gaze.
He slowly moved his hand from the back of her head to caress the side of her face. She leaned into his palm and moved her right hand down to rub her thumb across his bottom lip. Her other hand stroked the pulse point at the side of his neck. He smoothed her thick hair back, reacquainting himself with its texture and feel.
“Why did you stay away the last few days?” he asked. He had not meant to ask, hadn’t meant to indicate that he’d noticed her absence or had been looking for her to come by.
“I don’t work here. Help out sometimes, but I’m a combat medic, 68 Whiskey. I was with my unit. Not staying away.”
“You don’t work in the infirmary?” Tyson asked with a slight frown.
“No.”
“Then why are you here?” he heard himself ask. He searched her eyes.
Tyson watched emotions he wanted to ignore but couldn’t pass over Jessica’s features. She sighed and he felt her breath against his face and lips. Then, she closed her eyes, and, with that blink, a single tear slipped between his thumb and her cheek.
“Because you’re here,” she said to him. She opened her eyes to look at Tyson, and what he saw ripped his insides to shreds.
“Jess,” he said, his voice rough. Another tear. Another kiss. “What the hell happened to us?”
Chapter 5
Jessica never got around to answering Tyson’s question. Lt. Marcus Jones returned to their shared room and burst the bubble of intimacy they had been floating upon. It was a good thing too because one of the PAs was on his way to check on Tyson’s thigh wound. Marcus had blocked the doorway and Jessica had quickly disengaged herself and restructured her hair before the PA had noticed...she hoped. True, she was assigned to a unit, but as part of the trauma team, she still had to work with many of the people at the military hospital. She was already dodging questions about West Point. She didn’t want to have to dodge questions about why she was making out with the Officer who everyone now knew she had known at West Point.
That kiss had been amazing. Clearly , her conscious mocked. It’s been a week and you’re still thinking about it. She had not realized how much she had missed it – being with Tyson, being held by him, touched by him. Nothing had changed. He was still as sexy as hell, could still send her body into frenzy. She’d been young and inexperienced when they had first started dating. Not a virgin, but her first time had not been a pleasant memory. She had been with a boy from high school that was more interested in bragging about being the one who had finally breached “Fort Watts” as they called her. She’d thought he was really into her, but it had been about notching his proverbial bedpost. But, Tyson...
He had taught her how to love. Together they had learned what she enjoyed, what truly set her body on fire, what she needed to find fulfillment. She had learned how to pleasure him, memorized the things that would bring him to his knees. In the past few days, Jessica had tortured herself with those memories. Now, she sorely longed to test just how much she remembered about how to satisfy him.
But in the days that she had seen Tyson since the kiss, they had not again ventured into that realm. They had talked and, sort of, become reacquainted. It was like they wanted to know each other again, but they were each wary and cautious when they talked. Then, they’d end up crashing into some awkward dead end, because she couldn’t come clean. Like yesterday...
“Are you ever going to tell me what happened?” he had asked.
She had been checking his wound while they engaged in small talk. Jessica had not been surprised by the abrupt change in subject or the direct question. She had been waiting for him to ask her outright.
“I hope so,” she had replied. Jessica had been sincere not flippant, but he had taken
He slowly moved his hand from the back of her head to caress the side of her face. She leaned into his palm and moved her right hand down to rub her thumb across his bottom lip. Her other hand stroked the pulse point at the side of his neck. He smoothed her thick hair back, reacquainting himself with its texture and feel.
“Why did you stay away the last few days?” he asked. He had not meant to ask, hadn’t meant to indicate that he’d noticed her absence or had been looking for her to come by.
“I don’t work here. Help out sometimes, but I’m a combat medic, 68 Whiskey. I was with my unit. Not staying away.”
“You don’t work in the infirmary?” Tyson asked with a slight frown.
“No.”
“Then why are you here?” he heard himself ask. He searched her eyes.
Tyson watched emotions he wanted to ignore but couldn’t pass over Jessica’s features. She sighed and he felt her breath against his face and lips. Then, she closed her eyes, and, with that blink, a single tear slipped between his thumb and her cheek.
“Because you’re here,” she said to him. She opened her eyes to look at Tyson, and what he saw ripped his insides to shreds.
“Jess,” he said, his voice rough. Another tear. Another kiss. “What the hell happened to us?”
Chapter 5
Jessica never got around to answering Tyson’s question. Lt. Marcus Jones returned to their shared room and burst the bubble of intimacy they had been floating upon. It was a good thing too because one of the PAs was on his way to check on Tyson’s thigh wound. Marcus had blocked the doorway and Jessica had quickly disengaged herself and restructured her hair before the PA had noticed...she hoped. True, she was assigned to a unit, but as part of the trauma team, she still had to work with many of the people at the military hospital. She was already dodging questions about West Point. She didn’t want to have to dodge questions about why she was making out with the Officer who everyone now knew she had known at West Point.
That kiss had been amazing. Clearly , her conscious mocked. It’s been a week and you’re still thinking about it. She had not realized how much she had missed it – being with Tyson, being held by him, touched by him. Nothing had changed. He was still as sexy as hell, could still send her body into frenzy. She’d been young and inexperienced when they had first started dating. Not a virgin, but her first time had not been a pleasant memory. She had been with a boy from high school that was more interested in bragging about being the one who had finally breached “Fort Watts” as they called her. She’d thought he was really into her, but it had been about notching his proverbial bedpost. But, Tyson...
He had taught her how to love. Together they had learned what she enjoyed, what truly set her body on fire, what she needed to find fulfillment. She had learned how to pleasure him, memorized the things that would bring him to his knees. In the past few days, Jessica had tortured herself with those memories. Now, she sorely longed to test just how much she remembered about how to satisfy him.
But in the days that she had seen Tyson since the kiss, they had not again ventured into that realm. They had talked and, sort of, become reacquainted. It was like they wanted to know each other again, but they were each wary and cautious when they talked. Then, they’d end up crashing into some awkward dead end, because she couldn’t come clean. Like yesterday...
“Are you ever going to tell me what happened?” he had asked.
She had been checking his wound while they engaged in small talk. Jessica had not been surprised by the abrupt change in subject or the direct question. She had been waiting for him to ask her outright.
“I hope so,” she had replied. Jessica had been sincere not flippant, but he had taken
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