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Focusing his attention back on her pleasure bud, he flicked it ever so lightly back and forth.
Jess instantly forgot all about humiliation, embarrassment, right or wrong. What Reece was doing to her felt divine, and her only goal was to seek fulfillment between her thighs.
Reading her body language –he was a master at that, her ex-husband gave Jess what she so wantonly craved. Drawing slow, idle circles around the aroused love bud, at the same time blowing cold air around her burning center, Reece brought his ex-wife to a long, shuddering release. She partially muffled her moans by biting the pillow beneath her cheek.
“Jess, you are the most sensual woman I’ve ever met,” he rasped in awe, completely without malice, complimenting her.
He madly wanted to replace the tubular object stretching its way inside her, with the flesh throbbing behind his fly. Unfortunately her present condition did not allow him to do a damn thing to alleviate his discomfort. He wasn’t particularly fastidious, but Jess, with her strong reaction against his administrations, had just shown him in no mistaking terms her view on the matter. Were he to act on his instincts, she’d feel humiliated, and taken into no more consideration than a prostitute.
Still shaken by the aftershocks of her climax, Jess became slowly aware that Reece had removed his hands from her body. Devoid of his touch, reality crept in. A new pang of shame for the way she’d so unabashedly responded to his touch, funneled its way through her veins. Only by keeping her eyes stubbornly closed and her head turned to one side, could Jess survive the uneasiness, until a distracting thought tiptoed its way into her mind. Reece must have somehow managed to find her old box of Tampax when she’d started her period, and seeing that it was almost empty, must have taken it upon himself to go to the supermarket to buy a new one. She almost smiled, picturing this big, broad-shouldered man, the epitome of all that was male, walking down the aisle simply to buy a box of tampons. Or had he asked the shop assistant for help?
“Are you thirsty?” His voice was none too steady. The fact that he’d been affected by what had happened as much as she had, gave Jess the courage she sought to open the eyes and watch him. “You must be.” And without waiting for an answer or looking at her, Reece went to the kitchen, coming back seconds later with a glass of OJ.
Briskly, he handed it to Jess then disappeared into the bathroom. Water started to run from the faucets, and it was a while before Reece came back, rid her of the glass she’d avidly emptied, took her in his arms, and carried Jess into the steamy room. When her feet touched the wooden floor, she asked him what his intentions were.
“To give you a bath. I couldn’t wash you properly while you were running your fever, but now I think you’re fit enough to take a proper bath.”
“I can bathe myself. Thank you,” she squealed apprehensively, desperate to avoid a repetition of the humiliating display she’d given scant minutes ago.
“Listen,” he hissed, grabbing a firm hold of her shoulders, impaling her with his eyes. “I’m fed up with this crap. No matter how much you claim to despise me –though you seemed to enjoy a lot my hands between your legs, it’s high time you face the facts: you’re not entirely well, and still need some assistance.Minein this case, because I’m the only other person here with you right now.”
“I don’t remember asking you to touch me in there,” Jess snapped, pointing a finger in the general direction of the other room.
“No, you didn’t, but that’s beside the point,” Reece snapped back, clearly showing Jess that he too was at the end of his rope. “You stink. Your hair is a tangled mess. Your skin is layered with perspiration. You desperately need a bath, and since you’re still too weak and can scarcely hold yourself up, I seriously doubt you could manage to wash yourself without my help.”
“I managed to change myself.”
“It’s not the same. A bath takes longer, and the warm water will make your muscles go to mush.”
“Can you please stop bludgeoning your way into my life?” she almost begged, unable to withhold her frustration further. “Is it so hard for you to listen to me?”
“What do you mean?” Reece asked tensing.
“You heard me say I love you, and decided we should marry. I wanted to relax somewhere peaceful and quiet,”trying to get you out of my system, she mentally added, “and you followed me, because you decided I had to be present when you signed the divorce papers, though our attorneys said it wasn’t necessary. Now we’re finally divorced, there are no more legal bounds between us, but you decided I need your help to change a tampon and take a bath, things I’ve managed to do by myself for most of my life.”
“I’m sick and tired of you demeaning me every step I take. Sick and tired of feeling like a brainless doll when I’m with you. Please stop making decisions for me. I can think for myself. And this might come as a shock to you, but I also like to use my own head. I’m able to make my own decisions.”
“I seriously doubt that Jess,” he rebuked. “You came here without notifying a soul of your whereabouts. Your phone broke and you didn’t replace it. Then you got sick and didn’t want to go to the hospital. You like to use your head, you say? Seems like your head works no better than that of an irresponsible teenager. You act before thinking, consequences be damned.”
“Well, it’s my life, and I do what I please with it,” she stubbornly persisted.
“Well, it’s a mess and you need guidance,” he returned, undaunted.
“You told me earlier that you were going back to Chicago. Why are you still here?”
“Ungrateful bitch,” he muttered, leaving the bathroom and Jess, who weakly leaned against the threshold for support.
“Why did you come back, Reece?” she insisted, following him with the eyes.
He refused to answer.
“Why?” A smile –that of the notorious Cheshire cat, spread across her lips. “I see two options here. One, you care about me more than you’re prepared to admit, even to yourself, and cannot be without me in your life. Two, your male ego cannot stand it thatI, a mere woman, want you out ofmylife. I bet this is the first time the mighty Reece Hilton has been rejected by the fair sex.”
He stopped in his tracks. Turned. Fixed murderous eyes on Jess. Closed the distance between them in three hungry strides. Lifted her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Turned. And dropped Jess unceremoniously into the tub filled with warm water, the majority of which sloshed all over the bathroom floor.
“Now, you can wash yourself, Ms. Wright. Your message has sunk into this thick skull of mine. I’m moving out of your life for good, unless you decide otherwise. Good day.”
With that, Reece left the log cabin, banging the door shut behind him.
