You Can't Run From Love by Kate Snowdon Page B

relax her appeared weighed down with the mist that hung heavy over them. Scott, her agent, had also telephoned with the details of two more exhibitions and appearances she needed to make before returning home for her sister’s wedding. And the arrangements had been finally confirmed for the launch of Michelle’s book, which meant she would have to be in London at the beginning of November. She’d hoped to avoid the party, signings and publicity that would surround the release, but it seemed she had to be seen in public with the woman. There was some good news though, she could probably return here and travel to London as needed. That way she could spend as much time as possible with Jack. After her visit with him this afternoon, it seemed all the more important. She smiled. And, of course, she would see Jess.

Chapter Fourteen
     
    More and more aroused, Jess opened her eyes to find Alison looking up at her from between her legs. Smiling triumphantly she exclaimed, “I’m going to make you come.” Her head slowly lowered and Jess felt a tongue gently stroke at her swollen folds. She tried to move, yet couldn’t. The pressure was building and all she could do was clutch the sheets. She hadn’t wanted this woman touching her again, let alone giving her this much pleasure. She couldn’t understand what had happened and fighting the feeling now was futile. Suddenly a rush of blood pounded all her senses and washed through her body and she shuddered as she climaxed. She started to weep; she had not wanted to give in to Alison. A voice cooed in her ear, reassuring her everything would be all right as she was pulled in to a tight hug and fingers ran through her hair. She began to relax and opened her eyes to find Rachel smiling that adorable smile of hers and then devilishly licking her lips before leaning into her and capturing the ones she had her eyes on.
    Jess blurted something, not understanding quite what, and scrambled to sit up. Her body glistened with sweat as she looked around the room. “Good grief! It’s a dream.” She slumped back onto her pillow, gasping, “What a nightmare.”
    Getting back to sleep after that was impossible. The thought of another dream…Although the thought of Rachel playing both roles, wasn’t in the least unpleasant, in fact it was just a little too pleasing. I’m going mad. She rolled out of bed and threw herself under the shower.
    Heading out with a cup of tea to the wooded glade, to watch the birds fight over food at the feeders, she reviewed her conversation with Alison. She was disappointed in her reaction. “Why was I so weak?” If she was going to have to speak to Alison she wanted to be firm. Basically tell the woman where to go. She shook her head, exasperated at the thought that Alison wanted to rekindle something they’d had donkey’s years ago.
    The only good thing she could muster out of seeing Alison was the reassurance that time had definitely quenched her lust for the woman. There was no chance of a sexual encounter despite her dream. She frowned and bit her bottom lip. The same couldn’t be said for Alison. “Jess Brewster, you’re not weak,” she told herself.
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    Rachel could hear what she thought were heated voices as she approached the barn at the back of the house.
    “Alison, I thought I made it clear last night.”
    “You said some things and then proclaimed you were tired. You didn’t want to hear what I had to say, that’s why you agreed to talk to me today.”
    “Alison, you turn up after sixteen years, late at night expecting me to talk, so I talked. What more do you want?”
    “You,” came the short seductive remark.
    Rachel had reached the barn door but stood to the side out of sight. She couldn’t help but listen.
    Alison stepped toward Jess. “Look, Jess, I made a huge mistake back then. I loved you and I couldn’t help myself. You were fun and so—”
    “Gullible!” Jess interrupted.
    Alison smiled. “Innocent. You were a