Free Unpredictable Love by Jean C. Joachim Page B

her
eyebrows as she sank down in a chair. “Did she? What’s she
expecting us to do?”
    “ This.” He reached for her hand and
pulled her to him for a passionate kiss. “Unless you don’t want
to.”
    “ Can you?” She blushed at her own
words. “I mean…”
    “ I know what you mean. That’s the only
part of me not injured.” He grinned.
    She paused.
    Trent frowned. “It’s okay. We don’t have
to,” he said, withdrawing his hand.
    She put hers on his arm, and he quieted
down. “I do. I do want to. But first, there’s something I really
need to tell you.” She bit her lip. Could she tell him now, that
she wasn’t Amber? She hadn’t been prepared for this. But was it
fair to have sex with him, when he thought she was someone else?
Her heart beat quickened, waiting for his reply.
    “ Tell me? Are you married?”
    “ No.”
    “ Have some terrible
disease?”
    “ No.”
    “ Then, whatever it is can wait. My
prayers have been answered. I’ve waited long enough.”
    “ Prayers?” She cocked an
eyebrow.
    “ I’ve been living in darkness for so
long. Everything’s a giant void. I need to touch you, feel you
against me. You don’t know how hard this is. I need to feel
life.”
    “ You’re right. I have no idea what
you’re going through.”
    “ It’s Hell. I don’t like to complain.
No one to complain to anyway. The nurses here work real hard. I try
not to make their job harder.”
    “ It’s lonely?”
    “ That’s putting it mildly. It’s like
living in a black hole.”
    Jory’s eyes watered. She cupped his cheek.
Trent turned his head to kiss her palm.
    “ I’m here,” she uttered in a shaky
voice. That clinched it. She’d have to keep her secret, because he
needed her, no matter who she was, and she refused to disappoint
him.
    He reached out, and she met him half way. He
walked his fingers along her jaw, pulling her lips to his. He
angled his head to deepen the kiss. Fire started inside, taking
control of her mind and heart, pushing out all other thoughts.
    She broke first, to lower his hand to her
chest. He fumbled with the buttons on her blouse.
    “ Help a guy out here.”
    “ You’re doing fine. Good
practice.”
    “ Practice? You mean, we’re going to do
this again?” For as long as we
can.
    “ I don’t want to hurry, but…” he said,
pushing himself to a more vertical sitting position.
    “ How can we do this at all? With your
bandages, cast, and all?”
    “ Carefully. Very carefully.” He
slipped his hospital gown down and off his torso.
    Jory sucked in air at the sight of him. He
was all muscle. His pecs were firm and covered lightly with dark
hair, tempting her fingers.
    “ Wow. You’re really…fit.” She
flattened her palm on him.
    “ No fair. You get to see me, and I
don’t get to see you.”
    “ You’re…amazing. In shape. Good
shape.” She nodded.
    “ I have your picture. I can see you in
my mind. But you’re dressed!”
    A pang of guilt shot through her, but
she brushed it aside. “Barely,” she said, heat
suffusing her cheeks. “Use your imagination.”
    He laughed. “Come closer.” He patted the bed
next to him.
    She slipped her top off and shucked her
shoes. After he moved over, she removed her skirt, folded it
carefully, put it on the chair, and climbed on.
    “ What are you wearing?”
    “ Panties and a bra.”
    “ That’s all?”
    “ Uh huh.”
    He waved his arm in front of her. She nabbed
his wrist and guided his hand to her waist. He tickled her, sliding
his palm up. His strong arm drew her to him. His hand snaked around
behind her and unhooked her bra. She let it fall. He closed his
fingers around her breasts, eliciting a groan from her.
    “ Yes,” she muttered.
    “ You’re soft.” He lowered his face to
nuzzle her flesh, but couldn’t get all the way down.
    Jory pushed herself higher, allowing him to
kiss and fondle her. He mumbled small compliments as he explored
her body. She drank in the scent of aftershave mixed with