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

knew the trip to the hospital would tire him and he wanted time alone. Jack had confessed to her that he had expected the news not to be good. He knew he was dying. He thought an evening with Rachel would distract Jess, or at least let her talk to someone other than Marie or himself.
    Rachel glanced out the window and caught sight of a lost-looking soul plodding up the hill. The redhead she knew always held her head high, commanding the space around her. Not this one. She swallowed down a hard lump forming in her throat. Her tears had spilled over a couple of days ago when Jack had confided in her. She had to be strong for Jess.
    She heard the gentle knock at the door, took a deep breath, forced a smile and opened it. “Hi.” Rachel had grown used to the way Jess looked at her and was still convinced it was a look of pure desire. She’d often heard people say that Jess could never hide how she was really feeling. Rachel usually enjoyed the look. Tonight though, she had to be mistaken.
    As the door opened all Jess wanted to do was bury her unhappiness in exploring every part of this woman. She wanted to see that smile after she had teased, kissed and licked Rachel to orgasm. The thoughts were making her giddy and she felt herself sway. A hand grasped her wrist. “Jess, are you all right?” She couldn’t respond. Lights twinkled before her. “Jess, sit down.” She was guided urgently to a seat and then her head was suddenly thrust forward. Blackness briefly engulfed her, and then blood began to rush through her ears, followed by more colored lights.
    She relaxed at the feel of a hand caressing her back and another high on her thigh. The hand slipped a little further between her legs and full, moist lips were but inches away. But, the eyes she met showed only concern. She desperately attempted to focus on them, to steady her wavering body and mind.
    Rachel become conscious of where her hand was resting and slowly withdrew it. In a lighthearted, mocking tone she said, “Well I’m no nurse, but I would say you were close to fainting, my dear.” They both laughed, as Jess recovered herself.
    Jess relayed the events of the day to Rachel over dinner. She was touched when the big brown beautiful eyes filled with tears. She knew Rachel would be upset; she and Uncle Jack had grown very close over the years.
    “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be getting upset, you have more than enough to deal with. I’ll just go and get us dessert.”
    Jess quickly followed. Rachel quietly moved around the kitchen, placing items on a tray. She leaned against the door frame and watched the gentle sway of Rachel’s hips, the subtle bounce of round, firm breasts and the teasing way those full pink lips pouted in concentration. All Jess wanted to do was pull that body close to hers and cover those lips with her own. Rachel was a gorgeous woman and you would have to be dead not to notice her. That’s what Jess kept telling herself.
    Back in the living room they talked for a little while longer before Rachel sensed that was enough for Jess. She suggested Jess stretch out and make herself comfy while she put on a film.
    It wasn’t long before the curls started to bob and Jess succumbed to sleep. The film was no longer of interest to Rachel either, so she took the opportunity to study the face of the woman who had provided a lot of joy this summer. Jess’s features were well defined and strong, yet with a softness to them. The mop of red hair had grown more unruly as the weeks had progressed, but its untamed look complemented its owner perfectly. The sun had most definitely lightened it, giving a lovely golden glow to Jess’s face. The twinkling blue eyes were hidden and her lips, fractionally parted, were perfect in their shape. She slowly traced the body relaxed before her. It was so lean, the well-defined muscles held no bulk, yet their strength was apparent. There was no doubting this woman enjoyed the outdoors.
    Rachel sighed, contentedly