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me suddenly seemed electrically charged, and I felt a thrill of excitement pulsing through my nether regions.
    Another twitch stirred Jack’s tented pajama pants, and I could see his cock rising up slowly but surely. He wasn’t wearing boxers, just a thin layer concealing his burgeoning manhood.
    Suddenly, I felt a strong urge to touch him there. To place my hand and feel the raw power of his length. Envelop his towering girth with my fingers and feel the blood pulsate along the veiny surface.
    I raised my head to look into his eyes and wasn’t surprised to find the lust I was feeling mirrored in them. My breath was quickening, and involuntarily I pushed out my chest, straining my aching tits against the coarse material of the Minnie Mouse shirt. The sensation of the cotton massaging my sensitive nipples had me expel a shuddering breath. I wanted his hands on me. His soft, gentle, warm hands clasping my boobs, then reaching under the shirt and stirring my naked flesh.
    I wanted his tongue plunging into my mouth, ravaging mine.
    More than anything, though, I wanted that red-hot rod burrowing deeply between my folds, taking me right here, right now, and making me his.
    I didn’t know who I was, but I knew damn well what I wanted.
    I wanted Jack Carter.
    Inside me.
    Now.

Chapter 7

    It was Jack who finally broke the spell. With an awkward grunt, he rose from the bed and looked down at me with a look of confusion in his eyes.
    “I, erm, better go back. To sleep, I mean.” He raked his fingers through his mussed up auburn curls. “It’s late and you— we —need our sleep.”
    I nodded. He was right, of course, but I couldn’t deny experiencing a strong sense of disappointment. So he didn’t want me that way. I could understand why. I was just a nobody to him. Someone he’d fished from the river and now, out of a commendable sense of chivalry or whatever, felt compelled to nurse back to health.
    Without another word, he crossed over to the door, switched off the light, and softly stepped out.
    I snuck under the covers once again, still feeling that rush of excitement. Slipping a hand between my thighs, I wasn’t surprised to find I was wet.
    With a soft cry, I moved onto my back, and spread my legs wide, then snuck my hand inside my pajama bottoms, and placed my fingers on my bare folds.
    I wasn’t merely wet, I was soaking. My fingers easily slipped inside, while my other hand eased beneath my top and found my still erect nipple. I squeezed it hard, plunging my fingers inside my sex, my thumb fondling my aching bud.
    When the first tremors of excitement shook me, I arched my back, and thought of Jack’s hands. Jack’s strong fingers urging me on toward a climax I knew I had to find lest I go nuts.
    Imagining his thick rod of galvanized steel rocking my tender flesh and plunging into me over and over again, it wasn’t long before I trembled on the edge and finally crested over into a rewarding explosion of pleasure.
    “Aaaaah,” I sighed, settling back between the sheets.
    I must have drifted off, then, for when the mists of sleep yielded, light was streaming in through the curtains, and the vague recollection of Jack spending part of the night with me had me smile at the sweet sensation of his body close to mine, for however brief a time.
    Along with the pleasant memory came embarrassment. What was I thinking, almost throwing myself at Jack’s mercy like that? I didn’t even know the guy and here I’d been ready to make love to him.
    I didn’t know who I was, but this much I knew: I was not that kind of girl.
    Annoyed, I crept from between the sheets, and was rewarded with a splitting headache. Settling down again, I closed my eyes.
    “Ouch.”

    ***

    Jack heard the telltale sounds of Melanie emerging from the depths of slumber and smiled to himself. Up since six, he’d patiently waited for her to wake up, ready to serve breakfast and attend to her needs.
    Last night, it was obvious, she’d also had