A Kiss For a Cure by Sidney Bristol Page A

do you stand this?” Cai’s fingers fumbled with the bottom of her sports bra, peeling it up.
    Her arms squeezed to her sides, preventing the material’s upward travel. “What do you mean?”
    He flattened his hands on her back and brought their bodies flush together. His skin chilled hers everywhere they touched. “Not knowing what the other wants? Needs? How do you connect?”
    Jordan allowed her hands to coast over his back, stroking his skin. “You still have your voice.” Hers squeaked as she spoke. “You can tell me what you want.”
    “Am I dreaming?”
    “No, I gave you the serum and it didn’t work.”
    He roughly stroked her back, pinching skin between his thumb and finger. “I remember now.” He kissed her hairline.
    She licked her lips and stared past his shoulder. She’d never been vocal about sex. Could she for him? “Take off my bra?”
    Cai’s hands stilled on her shoulders for a moment before following her spine down to the bottom of her bra. He peeled it up, freeing her breasts to the cool air and forcing her arms above her head. He caught both her wrists above her head and held her here, with her breasts thrust out.
    She might not be the same as Cai, but she could feel his eyes on her, eating her up. Squeezing her thighs together did nothing to ease the throbbing between her legs.
    One hand coasted down her arm and caressed her face. “What do you want now? I can’t tell.”
    “I want to have sex. With you,” she blurted out.
    Cai guided her arms over his shoulders while his other hand dropped to the fastening on her pants. “I want you naked, so we’re on the same page.” He sat on the edge of the bed, his lips screwed up on one side.
    “Are you okay?” The point was to provide him feedback, and as of yet they’d only touched.
    He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her pants, catching her panties as well, and pulled them both down. Jordan steadied herself with a hand on his shoulder, and gasped when his mouth closed around one breast, sucking her nipple and teasing it with his teeth.
    “Never better,” he said between breasts.
    Digging her hands into his hair, she told her brain to shut up. What Cai was doing fired off sensation in parts of her body that had rarely been stimulated. Her breasts felt heavy, which was impossible but her body defied natural laws. Her toes curled into the carpet and she squeezed her thighs together. He needed sex. She wanted it.
    “Bed,” he growled out and unceremoniously pushed her on the mattress.
    Startled, she laughed and rolled until he caught her and brought her back to his chest. They’d slept this way night after night, and she’d touched him and wanted him like this.
    Turning her head, she ignored the heat rising in her cheeks. “Kiss me?”
    He grinned. “Gladly.”
    Palms cupped her breasts, fitting her more closely against him as his lips slid over hers in brief kisses. Tugging his hair, she tried to get him to kiss her deeper, but he refused.
    The arms around her went lax, and Cai rolled to his back.
    “Cai?” She rolled over and put her hand against his chest.
    “Sorry. Not you.” His chest rose with labored breath. “Out of it still. You’re like speed.”
    She pressed against his side, worry tearing at her. “What should I do, Cai? I’m sorry.”
    Reaching across him, she grabbed the scanner and took another reading. The numbers were a little higher than before.
    Pulling herself over his body, she straddled his hips. His cock was stiff against her bottom. Enough light filtered through the windows that she could make out his face, his mouth slightly parted and his gaze on her breasts. They tightened under his inspection, remembering the way he’d teased her there.
    “Cai?”
    His hands smoothed up her thighs and his gaze dropped lower.
    “Can I touch you here?” he asked.
    Her pulse jumped. “Yes.”
    Bracing her hands against his chest, she gasped as his fingers stroked her folds and dipped into her. Her body