Watcher by Kate Watterson Page A

difference doesn’t bother me as much as it did, or should, and that’s probably due to the fact you are pretty good at doing what we are almost doing right now. Do you mind?”
    “That’s it? Being good at sex?”
    “No,” she admitted with obvious reluctance. “And you know it, I have a feeling. Now, once again, do you mind?”
    He didn’t mind at all. Elated at the last admission, he began to finally thrust in and out of her pussy in long, strong strokes.

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    Passionate as always, Jana matched his rhythm, her full breasts quivering as she arched into each forward movement, her nails lightly scoring his shoulders.
    It was simple lovemaking, missionary position, nothing but his cock sliding in and out between her open legs, and the sound of their breathing as they both climbed toward orgasm.
    Simple maybe, but so good he could hardly believe it.
    “Oh God, I’m coming,” she gasped after an astonishingly short time. “Jake…oh.”
    He gave her what she wanted at the crucial moment, a deep thrust against the clench of her inner muscles, and she gave a small, very sexy scream as she climaxed.
    The way his testicles tightened, he knew he wasn’t far behind, and as she started to relax, he moved twice more and groaned as his orgasm took over with almost violent energy, his muscles shaking in reaction.
    Afterward, he stroked her back, and held her close until she drifted off to sleep. He should be, but wasn’t in the least tired, and he stared into the darkened bedroom and wondered what came next.
    You can’t plan life , he thought as he lay there and listened to the even pattern of her breathing. For the past year he’d been waiting for his chance, hoping it would come, and now he was sleeping in Jana’s bed for the second time. It seemed entirely natural, and still somehow like an illusion.
    Logically, even though it was disturbing, he owed a small thanks to whoever had slashed her tires. Otherwise he wouldn’t have gotten to spend another night with her so soon, and he had a feeling that part of their closeness this evening had come from the fact he’d been right there when she needed him.
    Dr. Johnson was not used to leaning on someone else. On the other hand, he knew she felt safer tonight because he was around.
    If he had his way, he’d be around all the time.

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    The guy in the blue truck really bothered him, fretted at the edge of his mind. When the vehicle had cruised past the second time, he’d gotten a little better look, but still was only left with a baseball cap in a light color and the fact he was pretty sure he was Caucasian.
    Not much to go on.
    It could have nothing to do with what happened to her tires, he told himself, staring at the ceiling. Jana fit perfectly next to him, every exhale of her breath moving softly against his chest.
    It was hardly scientific, but he just had this gut feeling it did, though.
    He finally slipped into a restless sleep.

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    She wasn’t exactly getting the secrecy I.Q. promised her.
    For one, he had dropped her off at the biology building at seven-thirty in the morning and probably half a dozen people who knew her saw her get out of his car and go up the steps. It wasn’t at all his fault, but still not exactly the quiet, unobtrusive relationship she’d hoped for.
    Great, and if that isn’t bad enough, now this .
    Jana leaned back slightly in her chair and looked at the police officers in her office. One was fairly young, but still older than Jake, and though he was polite in every single way, she still felt both self-conscious and a little mortified. The other was older, a little more gruff, and he seemed slightly amused by her discomfort as they explained exactly what had been typed into Jake’s computer by the intruder.
    I know you’re fucking her.
    “It isn’t a very usual message,” the younger detective explained apologetically. “When Mr. Quinn called it in, we had to ask him what he thought it meant, and