over the years made her aware that Rachel was nothing like the person Jack remembered. Well really, how could she be? Jack remembered a fifteen-year-old confused tomboy. Candice only saw a wealthy, stunning woman with the world at her feet. Something else was troubling him. âAnd? What happened?â
He blinked and his frown made her wonder if he was telling her everything. âIâm sure she wouldâve dashed out if she didnât see me looking at her. But she strode right up to me. I thought she was going to slap me, but she didnât. She gave me a hug instead.â
Candice laughed and allowed herself to relax. She could just imagine the greeting. It was a wonder she recognised him. As far as she knew, Jack hadnât seen Rachel in person since the day he was released from juvenile detention. He didnât like to be reminded of his past. Some things were impossible to run away from, though.
Suddenly Candiceâs laughter turned deadly. In a split second she was struggling to breathe. She clutched the table as her world twisted and blurred, fighting back the all-too-familiar dizzy sensation. Jack was instantly at her side.
âTake it easy, babe.â He brushed her hair over her shoulder, gathered it into a ponytail, and blew onto her neck. The heat left her as quickly as it had come. She turned to him. His eyes had morphed to intense green, the golden halo around his irises glimmering. She leant forward to kiss him. Their lips met and she pushed her tongue into his mouth, tasting, exploring. A familiar but rarely pursued desire tingled up within her. Jack moaned and when she ran her fingers over his neck, his tongue forced entry into her mouth. Candice wanted him, needed him. And no sickness was going to stop her. Not this night anyway.
âMake love to me.â
Jack pulled back, his eyes glistening with lust. âAre you sure?â
She could see him thinking, almost knowing word by word the debate that would be going on in his mind. But she didnât want a debate. She wanted him inside her, and now. She tugged at his shirt, hard, and ripped almost every button off as she tore the fabric from his body. The debate was over and her husband was back. He reached for her shirt and she raised her arms so he could lift it over her head. She wished she was wearing sexy lingerie, anything but the drab bra and undies she had on today. Candice quickly unclipped her bra, freeing her breasts from their constraint.
Jack moaned and as he cupped her breast he kissed her again. His movements were gentle at first, but became more demanding as he played with her nipple. âTake me to bed,â she whispered.
Jack jumped up, quickly undid his pants and, from the second he stood naked before her, Candiceâs heartbeat exploded. Blood coursed through her body, burning want throbbed between her legs and dizziness mingled with lustful hunger. Jack lifted her into his arms and Candice kissed his neck, tasting his bitter saltiness as he carried her the four paces to their bedroom. He placed her down carefully, taking a moment to look right into her eyes. âYou still with me?â
She reached up to him, ran her hand over his cheek stubble and nodded. She was here, every bit here and wanting.
Jack raced around, closing all the curtains in the tiny bedroom. When he returned to her his manhood was full, standing up large and proud, and he quickly rolled on a condom. She raised her hips and he eased her underpants down before his fingers found her sweet spot. Electric shock tingled through her entire body as his fingers played her. Jack helped her body sing over and over, taking her to the brink of ecstasy and clearly enjoying her sexual releases as much as she was. But she wouldnât last much longer. Candice squeezed his bicep, letting him know it was time.
âAre you okay? You certain?â
She nodded, still breathless. Jack knelt between her knees, his rock-hard body as pleasing to