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he wanted her to roll over on her stomach
again.
    She shut her eyes tightly, closing them
against him and everything they were doing as she uncurled her legs
and rolled to her stomach.
    "Don't do that," he hissed, as she felt his
weight on the bed. "Don't act all hurt and pouty like this is my
goddamned fault." She felt his arm wrap around underneath her
belly, and once again, he lifted her onto her knees and spread her
legs until he was between them. She heard a tube pop open, and she
felt a sudden cold chill between her thighs as he spread the
lubricant on her.
    Within moments, he was pushing inside her
from behind. Her muscles tensed up, but there was no pain. Only a
slow, unrelenting pressure, but no pain. The lubricant was doing
its job.
    "Am I hurting you?"
    Jessica knew all at once that if she answered
him, he'd be able to tell she was crying again. She hadn't even
realized it herself until she was faced with having to speak.
    He pulled back out and took another smooth
stroke. "Answer me."
    She shook her head and managed, "No."
    No more words were spoken between them. He
continued to pound into her, taking even, forceful strokes that
decimated her completely and held her pinned to the bed. From far,
far away, down in the furthest recesses of her body, a tiny heat
began to glow that under any other circumstances she might have
allowed to break free. But not now, and not like this. He'd bought
her body, but he couldn't buy her response. Not that he seemed to
want it. And it was too late anyway.
    He growled low in his throat as if he were a
rabid animal attacking, and he pummeled her body as if he were out
of control until he jerked against her, his fingers sinking into
the flesh of her hips and holding himself locked tightly within
her.
    She let out a relieved breath, and took some
more sustaining oxygen into her lungs. He pulled out immediately
and vacated the bed, closeting himself in the bathroom, where she
heard the shower begin to run.
    She scrambled off the bed, put her clothes
back on, and left the bedroom altogether. She didn't really know
what he was going to expect when he finished his shower. He'd been
here only twenty minutes so far, but she was hungry and glad of it.
She needed to reconcile herself to the way her life was now, and
she needed to be able to eat and hold down food.
    As she heard the water turn off and him
moving around the bedroom, she opened the containers he'd put on
the table and began displaying the food, preparing to serve it.
    He walked into the small living room, dining
room combination and saw what she was doing. His eyes narrowed, and
he looked up from the table and into her eyes. "Are you all
right?"
    Her muscles tensed but she managed to answer
him. "Yes."
    Giving her a short nod, he walked to the
door. "Tomorrow."
    And he was gone.
    Jessica stared at the door and her appetite
fled just as quickly as it had come. All at once, her eyes filled
with tears and she fell into a dinette chair. It hit her what she'd
just done, two nights in a row and anguish consumed her. She was
going to get a grip. She really was. But for right now, she put
her head in her hands and cried.
    ****
    Connor stood outside the apartment door and
leaned against the wall as he listened to the muffled sounds of
Jessica's tears. A hard shaft of guilt pierced him, and the
knowledge that she was crying because of him, because of what they
were doing together unbalanced him.
    For a moment, he wanted to go back in there
and hold her. But he couldn't; they didn't have that sort of
relationship. He didn't want that sort of relationship.
    But he didn't care for the sound of her
tears, not a damn bit. When he'd put the lubricant on her his only
thought had been to ease her pain, to get his rocks off as quickly
as he could, to make it easier on her.
    And maybe it had helped with the physical
side of things. But not the emotional, that was for sure. Hearing
her tears, feeling the trembling of her body, only underlined