One of them began to move. No, it was both of them because the pressure in their brains was too great, and the only way to relieve it was through sexual climax.
That didn’t make sense. Yet he thought it was true, at least with the part of his mind that could still function coherently.
Or was it simply instinct that had him grasping for completion, desperate to finish this–and bring her along with him, because if it didn’t end soon, he knew he would die.
None of it made sense. But he was beyond trying to understand what was happening. He could only focus on the wonderful sensations–his and hers–as they rushed toward ecstasy . . . or death.
He couldn’t have stopped now if the door had burst open and the man with the gun had come charging in firing at point-blank range.
He clung to Rachel and she to him. Not just with his hands, with his mind. It was everything. What he had sought his whole life. Yet as he hovered on the edge of a blinding explosion, he wasn’t sure he would survive.
CHAPTER SEVEN
You must. We must.
I’m lost without you.
Was that true?
It felt like the truth to Jake.
They crashed through a barrier that seemed to transcend time and space, the two of them together, always together as climax rocked them, blinding them to everything but what they had found together. They held tightly to each other as they came down to earth again, each of them panting, each of them marveling at what they had done together.
In that moment, there was nothing he could hide from her. Nothing she could hide from him. He didn’t even try, just drifted on the perfect oneness of their shared consciousness.
Finally, he understood how alone he had been. Alone in a way that he had never been able to admit to anyone, especially himself.
He had been cut off from ordinary human relationships. Not because he was less, as he’d always thought. It was just the opposite. Because he was more.
Neither one of us was complete, she whispered in his mind.
Now we are.
How did it happen?
We found each other . We forged a . . . bond.
It could have killed us. If . . .
If we had a failure of nerve.
You’re too strong for that.
So are you. Neither one of us was going to give up.
He smiled, thinking about her strength–and his. Rolling to his side, he took her with him, feeling more peaceful than he ever had in his life.
You need to sleep.
So do you.
I don’t want to lose this.
I’ll be here when you wake up. I’ll always be here.
Content, they drifted off, each of them needing to recharge the energy they had expended.
Sometime later Jake woke, and she did, too. At the same time.
