Instinctive - By Cathryn Fox Page 0,74
drove her against the couch. Her nipples scraped against the fabric until pleasure bled into pain. Yet she still couldn’t get enough.
“More,” she cried out. “Harder.”
He slammed into her, pushing and pulling, giving and taking, making up for all of the last week.
When her orgasm finally took hold, she nearly blacked out from pleasure. As Slyck released high inside her, filling her body with his seed, he took her to the moon and back. Life surged through her in ways that baffled her and brought on another climax.
As Jaclyn’s body came back down to earth, Slyck spun her around and pulled her in close until her body melded with his. Everything inside her reached out to him. Good Lord, here she thought she’d shrivel up and die in the small isolated town of Serene, only to find out she’d just barely begun to live. That thought was like a punch in the gut, and in that instant she vowed that no one was going to take away what she’d spent her whole life searching for.
“I’ve missed you,” he murmured into her hair, his lips rushing over her flesh.
“I’ve missed you too.” She collapsed against his hard chest. As she breathed in his scent, she pulled it into her lungs so she could call on it later, when loneliness disturbed her soul. Jaclyn pressed a small kiss to his chest and then turned her head to the side to make out an open file on Slyck’s desk.
She listened to the rustle of clothes as Slyck got dressed. “I want to give you something,” he said and inched away. He stepped to his desk, gathered the file and handed it to her.
Heart aching, Jaclyn brushed her finger over the photo, instinctively understanding that the man in the picture was her natural father.
“I want you to have this, Jaclyn.”
She looked into his eyes and saw sorrow and sensed this was his way of trying to give back something that he’d taken from her. Her heart softened and tears pricked her eyes. She couldn’t hold her father’s death against him. Slyck was a good man who didn’t have a malicious bone in his body. She already knew he only ever acted with the town’s best interest. “What was he like?”
Slyck came up behind her and pressed his chest to her back, his touch and his body contact comforting her. He put his mouth close to her ear and spoke in whispered words. “He was a good man, Jaclyn.”
“Tell me about him. What did he do?”
“He monitored the perimeter.” After a moment of silence, he said, “You actually remind me a lot of him.” That brought a smile to her face.
She spun around. “How?”
The corners of his lips twitched. “He was a little rebellious, a little hardheaded.”
She smacked him. “Hey . . .”
His eyes softened and turned serious. “But he was also intelligent and kind.”
Jaclyn felt a lump lodge in her throat. “And my mother?”
Slyck touched her hair and tucked a piece behind her ear. “She was beautiful.”
“You met her?” she asked, her eyes going wide.
“No.”
Jaclyn looked down. “Oh. Then how do you know?”
“Since you don’t look like your father, I can only assume you look like her.”
Slyck touched her chin and tipped her head until their eyes met. His warm, loving lips came down on hers. As her lids fell shut, his tender kiss, full of love and empathy, alleviated the pain over her father’s termination. It also helped her come to terms with the fact that the man she loved was the man who took her father away from her—the one thing that she held against him. But Slyck was a humanitarian, a man of great character and integrity, and she now understood and accepted it was the way of their people and he’d never do anything to purposely hurt her, or anyone else for that matter. In fact, she knew he’d give his life and go against his own best interests to protect her.
She inched back and looked deep into his eyes. Something in their stormy depths combined with the gentleness and compassion she met there gave her great comfort and soothed the lifelong ache of never having known her biological parents.
Chapter Fourteen
Jaclyn awoke to dark skies and angry winds. The perfect match for her mood, she decided. She hadn’t seen Slyck since she’d slipped into the back room with him two nights ago, and her body now ached terribly.
After she had stretched out her limbs and fought off the pangs of