unwanted response.
“That feels so good.” He moaned, unable to resist and too exhausted to try any longer.
His words seemed to embolden her, and Jennifer moved her hand past his wrist and up his arm, pushing up the sleeve of his cotton shirt. The sensation eased the prickling in his contracted skin.
Blake closed his eyes, savoring every second of her touch. Encountering his rough, scarred limb didn’t seem to deter Jennifer as she skimmed her deft fingers over his hand.
“What else can I do for you?”
Her hands massaged the raised scars and eased the tension in his rigid muscles while her question took him beyond the physical and reached deep into his soul. Blake opened his good eye, reached out, and tilted her chin up. “You’ve done more than you’ll ever know.” He focused on her mouth.
When her tongue darted between her lips as if anticipating him, he gave in to the irresistible urge, lowering his mouth over hers. Tentative at first, but when she offered no resistance, he increased the pressure and let the softness of her kiss guide him. He felt a spark zip though his body, reaching his toes and they separated as though reaching for more of it. His heart seemed to stop and jump-start at the same time. The world stopped and his mind raced, and nothing else seemed to matter as he slipped his tongue into the warmth of her parted lips.
Jennifer shuddered, and he pressed his body even closer.
Heaven.
She was everything Blake had expected her to be and more. Her feminine scent wafted through his nostrils, inviting him to take more of her.
She responded by deepening the kiss, and the electric pulses doubled throughout his body, transforming into a throbbing delight that he’d almost forgotten he could feel. It was impossible to think straight.
Jennifer wound her hands around his neck, and he applied pressure on her back by pulling her close until her breasts rubbed his chest.
He wound his fingers through the silky strands of her hair and loved the way her body molded into his.
Endless moments seemed to have passed before he found the strength to ease away from her. He tilted his head away and pressed his mouth into the side of his arm until he knew he could take looking at her again. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
Jennifer searched his face as if she would find the reason for this madness written there.
Without giving her a chance to respond, he moved to the door. “Go back to your bedroom and lock the door,” he said, his voice low, almost pleading as he stepped into the darkness without ever looking back.
Jennifer remained unmoving. She stared at the door wondering what had happened. Things happened so fast, and she had simply reacted.
Did I want that, too?
She felt heat flush across her face.
Damn right, you did.
She would’ve continued kissing him if he hadn’t stopped. There was no lying about it, at least not to herself.
Shame and guilt settled as the truth seeped in.
What have I done?
She traced a finger along her lips, mesmerized with the tingle still lingering there as the memory of its source replayed behind her closed eyes. She pushed off the couch and, on one good but shaky leg, hopped back into Blake’s bedroom.
The hallway light was off, and she had no idea where he’d gone.
She closed the door but left it unlocked. She took three ibuprofen pills and exhaustion claimed her after a few minutes. Her remaining thoughts were all about Blake . . . and the kiss.
When Jennifer awoke the next morning, her first conscious thought was of Blake. She rolled over and gazed out the window overlooking the patio, only to realize the glare streaming through the gap in the blinds meant it was late in the day, and she’d overslept.
She sat up and checked the clock. It was almost ten in the morning.
Good heavens! Must’ve been the pain pills.
As if on cue, her foot began to throb.
She searched for any sign of bleeding but saw nothing except the dried remnants
“That feels so good.” He moaned, unable to resist and too exhausted to try any longer.
His words seemed to embolden her, and Jennifer moved her hand past his wrist and up his arm, pushing up the sleeve of his cotton shirt. The sensation eased the prickling in his contracted skin.
Blake closed his eyes, savoring every second of her touch. Encountering his rough, scarred limb didn’t seem to deter Jennifer as she skimmed her deft fingers over his hand.
“What else can I do for you?”
Her hands massaged the raised scars and eased the tension in his rigid muscles while her question took him beyond the physical and reached deep into his soul. Blake opened his good eye, reached out, and tilted her chin up. “You’ve done more than you’ll ever know.” He focused on her mouth.
When her tongue darted between her lips as if anticipating him, he gave in to the irresistible urge, lowering his mouth over hers. Tentative at first, but when she offered no resistance, he increased the pressure and let the softness of her kiss guide him. He felt a spark zip though his body, reaching his toes and they separated as though reaching for more of it. His heart seemed to stop and jump-start at the same time. The world stopped and his mind raced, and nothing else seemed to matter as he slipped his tongue into the warmth of her parted lips.
Jennifer shuddered, and he pressed his body even closer.
Heaven.
She was everything Blake had expected her to be and more. Her feminine scent wafted through his nostrils, inviting him to take more of her.
She responded by deepening the kiss, and the electric pulses doubled throughout his body, transforming into a throbbing delight that he’d almost forgotten he could feel. It was impossible to think straight.
Jennifer wound her hands around his neck, and he applied pressure on her back by pulling her close until her breasts rubbed his chest.
He wound his fingers through the silky strands of her hair and loved the way her body molded into his.
Endless moments seemed to have passed before he found the strength to ease away from her. He tilted his head away and pressed his mouth into the side of his arm until he knew he could take looking at her again. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
Jennifer searched his face as if she would find the reason for this madness written there.
Without giving her a chance to respond, he moved to the door. “Go back to your bedroom and lock the door,” he said, his voice low, almost pleading as he stepped into the darkness without ever looking back.
Jennifer remained unmoving. She stared at the door wondering what had happened. Things happened so fast, and she had simply reacted.
Did I want that, too?
She felt heat flush across her face.
Damn right, you did.
She would’ve continued kissing him if he hadn’t stopped. There was no lying about it, at least not to herself.
Shame and guilt settled as the truth seeped in.
What have I done?
She traced a finger along her lips, mesmerized with the tingle still lingering there as the memory of its source replayed behind her closed eyes. She pushed off the couch and, on one good but shaky leg, hopped back into Blake’s bedroom.
The hallway light was off, and she had no idea where he’d gone.
She closed the door but left it unlocked. She took three ibuprofen pills and exhaustion claimed her after a few minutes. Her remaining thoughts were all about Blake . . . and the kiss.
When Jennifer awoke the next morning, her first conscious thought was of Blake. She rolled over and gazed out the window overlooking the patio, only to realize the glare streaming through the gap in the blinds meant it was late in the day, and she’d overslept.
She sat up and checked the clock. It was almost ten in the morning.
Good heavens! Must’ve been the pain pills.
As if on cue, her foot began to throb.
She searched for any sign of bleeding but saw nothing except the dried remnants
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