Chapter 9
Blakely
I should be embarrassed but instead I lay here naked on top of Jack, drenched in sweat, breathing in his musky scent. I’ve never experienced anything close to the explosion that took place between us. I suppose the sexy role play mixed with the danger acted as a kind of opiate. I can research it when I get home. Until then, I have to remember what I’m feeling can’t be real. Jack and I only just met.
And we just had unprotected sex.
Holy shit! I roll out from under him.
“What is it?” He reaches for his gun on the floor as I jump out of bed.
“We had sex!”
“Well, yeah. I believe that’s what they call it.” He loosens his grip, face confused.
“With no condom?” My eyes go wide as I wait for him to get it.
“Shit. I’m so sorry.” He places his weapon on the small table beside the bed and pats the space beside him. “We can stop at the drugstore. There’s pills, right?”
“Oh yeah, of course.” As I sit and he puts an arm around my waist, I envision his child growing in my belly.
He takes my silence to mean something completely different. “I’m clean, if you’re worried about disease.”
“No, that’s not it, and so am I. Clean, that is.” I stare into his handsome face and try to imagine miniature versions of his features. What if I do end up pregnant? Would I take a pill to prevent it?
Jack scrubs his hand over his beard, then cups my cheeks. “Listen, this is all my fault. I let things get out of hand, I obviously went too far. I never should have had sex with you.”
Quickly, I hop up and jump into the shower, tears stinging my eyes. I knew this was nothing more than sex for him. A virile man put in a situation like this… and me so willing. Gah. I am so stupid, stupid, stupid.
He follows me into the shower and as I struggle, he pulls me close. “I know what you’re thinking but you’re wrong. I never felt anything like this before.”
“Sex without a condom?” I snort out my nose and try to push him away.
“You know that’s not what I mean. You and me? We’re damned good together.”
We are but I wonder what, if anything, will last beyond Utah? The trouble with psychologists is they tend to over-analyze everything.
The bathroom shower stall is small for one but with both of us in it, I can’t even turn. When I push him on the hard muscles of his chest, he doesn’t budge.
“Don’t.” Frowning, he grabs my hands, kisses my palms, and raises them over my head. After, he slides his fingers down the insides of my arms, reaches around me, and turns on the water.
He braces from the cold blast hitting him in the face and splashes me. When the water warms, he turns the shower head so it flows between us.
He cups my cheeks to tip my face up to his. “If you get pregnant, however you want to deal, I’m all in. Understand?”
Tears clog my eyes. “Why are you so damn sweet?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been accused of that before.” He adjusts the shower spray so it hits me straight in the face and I sputter.
When I look up into his face, he’s laughing. “Admit it. You like me.”
“I do, Jack.”It’s the other L word scaring the shit out of me.
“Good. I like you, too. Let’s just enjoy what’s happening between us, then in the morning, get the hell out of here.” He squeezes a bottle of cheap shampoo and makes suds in my hair while I lean back against him.
All of my tension fades away when he massages my shoulders, my back, and oh dear. His soapy hands slip to my front and cup my breasts.
Chest to soapy chest, I kiss his warm, wet mouth.
