Tag: romantic-suspense, thriller

He was silent a moment; then he said, “I want a drink of water.” She almost laughed aloud, because it was such a mundane request that could have been made of anyone, but then she saw the tension in his jaw and lips and realized that, again, he was checking out his condition, and he wanted her with him. She turned to the small Styrofoam pitcher that was kept full of crushed ice, which she used to keep his lips moist. The ice had melted enough that she was able to pour the glass half full of water. She stuck a straw into it and held it to his lips. Gingerly he sucked the liquid into his mouth and held it for a moment, as if letting it soak into his membranes. Then, slowly, he swallowed, and after a minute he relaxed. “Thank God,” he muttered hoarsely. “My throat still feel swollen. I wasn’t sure I could swallow, and I sure as hell didn’t want that damned tube back.” Behind Jay, Frank turned a smothered laugh into a cough. “Anything else?” she asked. “Yes. Kiss me.

Calmly, deliberately, he moved his hands down to her breasts and molded his fingers over them. Jay inhaled sharply, and he said, “Easy, easy,” as he stroked the soft mounds. “Steve, no.” But her eyes were closing as warm pleasure built in her, her blood beating slowly and powerfully through her veins. His thumbs rubbed over her nipples and she quivered, her breasts beginning to tighten. “You’re so soft.” His voice roughened even more. “God, how I’ve wanted to touch you. Come here, sweetheart.