Her desire rises, that same foreign feeling of want and need filling her stomach, urging her to keep going, to continue to find out just how far he’ll let her go. She’s curious, she feels insatiable, pushing the limits.
If it had been anyone else, Katelynn was sure she wouldn’t feel this way, instead feeling fear course through her. But with Jack, just with Jack, only with Jack, she feels the complete opposite. He electrifies her with a simple glance in her direction, his eyes brighter than emeralds and she finds she loves them more than sapphires, her favorite color.
Her kiss becomes more heated, telling him her desire with it, hoping he’ll understand and give her what she needs. She tries to rise up off the wheelchair, holding onto his neck tightly to give her leverage but she falls back onto it softly, not breaking the kiss.
He’s trying to position himself as best he can, he honestly, truly is. He’s standing over her, his legs spread and bending against the chair, gently brushing against her legs while his feet dug down against the ground. He wishes he could pull her into his lap, or that he could sit on hers but that’s impossible. It’s unfair to her. Unfair to both of them.
Suddenly she’s touching his neck and he moans. The warmth of her hands, the feel of her fingers tracing against the shape of his sensitive neck just makes him writhe over her. He pushes his mouth desperately close to hers but he has to break it, he has to breathe or he’ll pass out but his mouth trails down her jawline to her neck, where he sucks against it, captured like a fly in a spiders web by the allure of her love, her affection, her body.
One of his hands brushes up, hoping to move to gently grasp her other shoulder but his palm brushes her left breast.
Jack Maple 