Only Skin Deep by Mahalia Levey Page B

meet you Derek.” She walked over and kissed her
sister on her cheek. “Love ya.” Then she flounced out the door, shoulders
slumped.

 
 
 
    Chapter Two

 
 
    “Your
sister is exuberant.” Derek plopped into a chair next to her bed. He noticed
the paleness in her complexion even though her smooth dark coloring.
    “She’s
just overenthusiastic about everything. Her body thrives on super-fast speed,
more than my normal on the go speed. In all honesty, she exhausts me.”
    After
linking his hand in hers, he brushed his thumb across the inside of her palm.
“Waiting to hear was unbearable. Having no control in seeing if you were all
right came close to doing me in. Kat was worried too,
enough to end the Spanish Inquisition I knew raged in her head. What are we
going to tell your family?”
    “Nothing. What I do on my time is none of their business.” She
winced, pulling the covers up to her neck.
    “Do
you need me to ring for a nurse, get you a drink or anything?” He didn’t
understand her thinking, but this wasn’t the right time or place for a
conversation they’d be having in the near future, even if he had to pull teeth
to get it.
    “No.
Just feels like someone split my head open and scrambled my brains a bit.
That’s what the headache feels like. But I don’t want pills, don’t like them.”
    “If
you need a pill, you need a pill. For Christ’s sake, you did crack your head on
rubber covered steel.”
    “Pleasure
releases endorphins. You could massage me and make the pain go away.”
    “I’m
not coppin ’ a feel on you in a hospital bed Deja , that’s nonsense.”
    “No
it’s not. It’s a scientific fact. I did a report on how some men and women
bring their laptops to the hospital and they plug in headphones to watch porn.
There are proven findings on how the body reacts to gratification by hormone
secretion.”
    Derek
snorted.
    “Do
I look like I’m lying? Oxytocin is the happy hormone,
the love one and is not just linked to childbirth but to healthy sex lives.
Give me orgasms or you can leave. I have a hand, I’ll finger myself.”
    Derek did a double take. “I think you hit your head too
hard, or you watch too much damn television.”
    Would she really
kick me out?
    Derek didn’t want to find out. If she wanted an orgasm,
he’d give her more than she ordered. He darted his gaze around the room to find
a way to give into her demands where she’d be more comfortable. The bed was
definitely out.
    “You win Deja . Looks like the
recliner will be the best place to see to your needs.” His voice rang harsh,
his meaning clear, he didn’t appreciate her tone, sick or not. She wasn’t that
sick.
    “You mean you’ll…?”
    “As soon as you get your pretty ass off the bed and spread
your legs for me in the chair.”
    He watched her as she slinked off, moving slowly around to
the chair. Before she could sit, he whipped the sheet off the bed and draped it
over the vinyl padded chair. Satisfied her body wouldn’t be cold from the furniture, he tugged her into his body for a thorough kiss,
letting her taste be the drug to arouse his passions. She dueled with him, her
tongue darting into his mouth, tangling with his. He loved how Deja wound herself around him as he swallowed her moan of
pleasure. After making her good and breathless, he broke off the heated
exchange to watch her sit in the chair and spread her legs wide in invitation.
    His cock jerked, but now wasn’t about him or his needs.
Derek regarded Deja .
    “I
love your mouth. Your plump lips between my teeth, swallowing
your taste. But nothing compares to licking your pussy, feeling your
muscles clamp my tongue. The sweet scent of your juices is addictive.” He
kneeled, tracing her inner thighs and inhaling.
    “The
door’s not locked.” Deja moaned.
    Derek
shrugged. “They’ll knock first. I find I’m too hungry to lock the door. I might
miss the best snack if I step away.” He nipped the inside of her thigh and