from her. And as much as she hated secrets, she was pretty sure she didn’t want to know whatever it was right now. If ever. When he didn’t tell her, she felt her body tense up more for some reason. Jack wanted to run, get far away from him and whatever he had to say right now.
“Your lungs were burnt badly. They had you on a machine that helped you breathe, but you’d done so much damage to your lungs that they were beginning to shut down. All of your body was fighting just to help your breathing. Basically, you were not breathing on your own at all, and you were suffering from it.” She nodded, very afraid. “The rest of your body was being used up because it was working so hard to keep oxygen flowing to your brain. When we got to the hospital, you were given less than a five-percent chance of surviving.”
“Yet here I am.” He nodded. “Why do I have the feeling that you know something I need to know? I’m not saying I want to know, just that you know it.” She was babbling again and tried to slow her brain down, but all sorts of things were popping in and out, like a skipping record.
“I do. I’m just not sure how to tell you. If we hadn’t done what we did, you’d be dead, not sitting there looking like sex on a stick on my bed.” She shifted under the blanket and realized she was naked. “Yes, you are naked. As you know, all your things were burned up.”
“Nobody had a shirt they could put on me?” She looked around the room slightly panicky, and he stood up. “Just don’t touch me right now. I feel…I feel like one of those plants that dies if you touch it. Not a good way to put it, but right now I’m sort of…is it really loud in here? And bright? Is it really, really bright in here?” Her breathing seemed to be caught somewhere between her lungs and her nose. Nothing was moving; she was becoming really light-headed. Then suddenly her head was down and he was talking to her.
“Take a deep breath.” He lifted her chin up to stare into her eyes. She was still trying to figure out how he’d gotten across the room so fast when he told her to breathe again.
“I’m fucking breathing. In fact, I swear I can hear your heart beating. Fuck, I’m stressing out here.” She could feel her head begin to spin again, and she knew that she was losing it. Suddenly his mouth was taking hers.
The kiss…it was the best kiss she’d ever tasted, but the kiss was making her think things she’d not thought of in months, maybe even years. When he ran his tongue over her lips, she opened to let him in and grabbed his arms. He was devouring her. When he lifted his head, just a few scant inches from her, he looked down at her with the most amazing eyes. Jack wanted to moan, wanted to beg him to continue, but she could only stare at him.
“You taste delicious.” She nodded and licked her lips to taste him there. “Jacklyn, I want to kiss you again. Would you mind?”
“No.” Before she could form the rest of the sentence, like “but it’s not a good idea,” he was taking her again. This time it wasn’t gentle or even soft, but a kiss that made her think he was hungry and she was the entire menu. Her back touched the pillow, and she felt him settle over her. Jack ran her hands down his back and felt his muscles ripple under her fingertips. He moaned when she dug her nails into him. Christ, the man was like holding onto a live wire.
“I want you.” She wanted him as well and moaned when he cupped her breast. “I want to suckle you. I want to drink from you until you fill me with your cream.”
It was all sounding great to her and she shifted beneath him to have him between her thighs. The moment his thick cock touched her clit, she cried out against his mouth as a small yet powerful climax left her wanting more. A great deal more.
“Please. I need you.” He growled at her and she pulled him back to her breast. “Make me come again. I need it desperately. I need to come, please?”
He
“Your lungs were burnt badly. They had you on a machine that helped you breathe, but you’d done so much damage to your lungs that they were beginning to shut down. All of your body was fighting just to help your breathing. Basically, you were not breathing on your own at all, and you were suffering from it.” She nodded, very afraid. “The rest of your body was being used up because it was working so hard to keep oxygen flowing to your brain. When we got to the hospital, you were given less than a five-percent chance of surviving.”
“Yet here I am.” He nodded. “Why do I have the feeling that you know something I need to know? I’m not saying I want to know, just that you know it.” She was babbling again and tried to slow her brain down, but all sorts of things were popping in and out, like a skipping record.
“I do. I’m just not sure how to tell you. If we hadn’t done what we did, you’d be dead, not sitting there looking like sex on a stick on my bed.” She shifted under the blanket and realized she was naked. “Yes, you are naked. As you know, all your things were burned up.”
“Nobody had a shirt they could put on me?” She looked around the room slightly panicky, and he stood up. “Just don’t touch me right now. I feel…I feel like one of those plants that dies if you touch it. Not a good way to put it, but right now I’m sort of…is it really loud in here? And bright? Is it really, really bright in here?” Her breathing seemed to be caught somewhere between her lungs and her nose. Nothing was moving; she was becoming really light-headed. Then suddenly her head was down and he was talking to her.
“Take a deep breath.” He lifted her chin up to stare into her eyes. She was still trying to figure out how he’d gotten across the room so fast when he told her to breathe again.
“I’m fucking breathing. In fact, I swear I can hear your heart beating. Fuck, I’m stressing out here.” She could feel her head begin to spin again, and she knew that she was losing it. Suddenly his mouth was taking hers.
The kiss…it was the best kiss she’d ever tasted, but the kiss was making her think things she’d not thought of in months, maybe even years. When he ran his tongue over her lips, she opened to let him in and grabbed his arms. He was devouring her. When he lifted his head, just a few scant inches from her, he looked down at her with the most amazing eyes. Jack wanted to moan, wanted to beg him to continue, but she could only stare at him.
“You taste delicious.” She nodded and licked her lips to taste him there. “Jacklyn, I want to kiss you again. Would you mind?”
“No.” Before she could form the rest of the sentence, like “but it’s not a good idea,” he was taking her again. This time it wasn’t gentle or even soft, but a kiss that made her think he was hungry and she was the entire menu. Her back touched the pillow, and she felt him settle over her. Jack ran her hands down his back and felt his muscles ripple under her fingertips. He moaned when she dug her nails into him. Christ, the man was like holding onto a live wire.
“I want you.” She wanted him as well and moaned when he cupped her breast. “I want to suckle you. I want to drink from you until you fill me with your cream.”
It was all sounding great to her and she shifted beneath him to have him between her thighs. The moment his thick cock touched her clit, she cried out against his mouth as a small yet powerful climax left her wanting more. A great deal more.
“Please. I need you.” He growled at her and she pulled him back to her breast. “Make me come again. I need it desperately. I need to come, please?”
He
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