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how brilliant you were—are—whatever.”
    Laughter is touted as being the best of medicines and for the next hour giggles and reminiscences evoked medical miracles.

Chapter Sixteen
     
     
    The next night Jake crept into Jenna’s bedroom after Marnie had retired.
    “Are you sleeping?” he whispered quietly.
    “I drifted off earlier, for an hour or so, but now I’m wide awake. I’ve been hoping you’d come to me.”
    “I wasn’t sure if you’d welcome me or not. I picked up on your goodnight smile and sensed an invitation—or should I say that I prayed it was an invitation? These last two days have sped by so fast, and we really haven’t had any time alone...”
    Jenna burst out laughing, and after he thought back over what he’d said, he had to join in.
    “You know what I meant. It’s hard for a guy to make out with his woman when she’s in someone else’s body.”
    “Am I your woman?”
    “Uh-huh!”
    “And you want to make out with me?” She wore a witch’s smile, tantalizing and provoking.
    “More than I want to breathe. Unfortunately, I’m a gentleman, and it wouldn’t be fair to take advantage of you in your condition. You’re weak and have been through so much. I can wait...”
    “Oh, shut up and get in here,” she ordered as she lifted the blankets on his side of the bed.
    He had her in his arms in seconds, cuddled against his length. Her eyes had widened when he’d first entered the room wearing only pyjama bottoms and in the glow of the bedside lamp she’d been able to see his muscular shape. How marvellous, she thought giddily. His chest was wide and tanned, and the triangle of chest hairs he sported was so macho and so unlike the Jake she had thought she knew that it took her breath away. He was a gorgeous male specimen, right under her nose all that time, and she hadn’t even seen it. Goes to show how right Lucy was. Just call me superficial , Jenna thought.
    He held her tenderly and smoothed his hands up and down her arm like he was patting his dog, which finally got to her. She realized if she wanted anything to happen she’d have to start it herself.
    Little did Jake know that with each passing hour, her strength was returning. True, she couldn’t walk any long distances or sit for long periods, but lying here in his arms she felt energized and for the first time in so long she felt passion saturate her body, and that gave her power. Walking might still be a problem, but making love would be a snap. She needed this to happen, needed to feel alive.
    Her hands lifted and pushed him away as she sat up and pulled off the ruffled monstrosity they’d laid out for her. Not wanting to push buttons again, she’d worn it rather than complain, but now she was glad to be rid of it for more than one reason.
    The light from the same bedside table that had highlighted him to her now did a similar favour for Jake, throwing a golden halo over her beautiful, frail body. He shook with needs tamped down for so long.
    “Now,” she said. “I want you to treat me like a woman, your woman, and not a pet poodle.”
    With adoration stamped over his features, he touched her breasts, hand fillers so beautifully formed, with hard, pink nipples distended and begging to be kissed. He leaned up and gently cupped one breast while he kissed her neck as she arched above him. He treated one side the same as the other and covered both with kisses, licks and little love bites until she collapsed over him and nestled right in.
    He turned her onto her back and gazed down at her adoringly. “I love you.” He mouthed the words.
    He waited but not in vain. Her reply was the same; no sound at all, just the message from lips and eyes. It was all he needed as he kissed her silly, his passion barely held under control while his erection lost the battle and grew, becoming hot and hard.
    With her legs splayed open, he nestled between them and his eager member surged towards the area designed especially for it by the