A Kiss For a Cure by Sidney Bristol

him was taking over her mind.
    Jordan made do with swiping her tongue against his lips. Cai opened, allowing her to deepen the kiss. His tongue rubbed against the underside of hers and sucked. She moaned into his mouth, painfully aware she wanted him to touch her in other places where their bodies were notched together. Was it wrong to want to have sex with him under these circumstances? This was about his life, not pleasure, a fact that was hard to focus on when his hands kneaded her flesh.
    Cai dropped a hand to her bottom and pulled her closer. The pressure against her core had her gasping. He used the moment to turn the tables, plunging his tongue into her mouth and taking control of not just the kiss, but her body. Though she clung to his shoulders, he moved her hips, grinding them together.
    She gripped his shoulders harder as he began kissing her jaw, down her neck and along her collarbone.
    “I need to check your readings,” she managed between pants.
    The scanner was next to Cai’s hip. He stared at her, his gaze dark, and his breathing heavy.
    He grabbed the scanner and offered it and his arm to her. The numbers on the screen rose, but only by a measly ten percent.
    “Everything’s muted.” Cai’s voice rasped against her ear.
    Sex. That would go a long way in fixing this. Shame gripped her by the throat. She wanted to have sex with Cai, but not because she had to.
    “Jor?”
    Cupping his cheek to keep him from seeing the scanner, she cleared the display. “Think you can stand? I want to get you into bed.” Rising, she shoved the scanner into her back pocket and offered her hands.
    “That’s something I’ve been waiting to hear,” he wheezed out.
    “If you stay here maybe I’ll say it again,” she said, forcing a strained smile onto her face. She’d promise him whatever he wanted, so long as he didn’t die. Not like this.
    The dazed expression on Cai’s face was a kick to her gut. With some effort on both their parts, they managed to get him to his feet. Slinging his arm around her shoulders, she guided him across the floor to the bedroom. He staggered into the door, and stumbled over his own feet, but she got him there.
    “Is this how you see things?” he asked as they stumbled through the doorway into the bedroom. His head swung from side to side, gazing at the room as if he hadn’t been sleeping next to her, driving her insane.
    “What do you mean?” Jordan got him next to the bed and stopped.
    He stared down at her, his eyes still dilated but harder to see in the dim light. She should turn on a lamp, but she couldn’t bring herself to tear down all of the barriers between them.
    “Everything feels, or has emotional resonance.” His hands rested on her shoulders. “Without that, it’s such a mystery.”
    “What’s a mystery?” she asked, even though she knew she should be speeding things along.
    Cai wavered on his feet a moment and his grasp tightened on her shoulders. She steadied him as best she could, waiting for his answer. He bent his head, his hair hanging around his face and casting it into deeper shadow. “What you’re going to do next,” he whispered, one side of his mouth kicked up a little. “Don’t tell me. I want to see things how you see them.”
    They stood there for a moment, staring at one another.
    Sliding her hands down his waist to his hips, she pushed his pants down as she went. She’d seen almost all of him, could guess as what he looked like naked, but her nerves still created a ball of writhing uncertainty in her chest. Cai’s gaze narrowed on her hands as inch by inch she revealed all of him.
    Anatomically, there was nothing different from a human male, which she was grateful for. Proportionally though, his cock bobbing toward her was bigger. The scientific part of her brain accepted that the greater surface area provided the most contact for maximum feedback. Thinking of sex in clinical terms calmed her performance anxiety to a small degree.
    “How