His kisses circled her breasts with a sweet slowness that was almost painful.
"You're so beautiful," Cole told her in a worshipful voice she had not ever heard him use before, "So amazingly sexy." He ran his hands around her back and down her body, fingers dipping into her thin panties as she writhed against his rock hard body.
To Kaylee this was all she had ever wanted, even as a little girl, not having knowledge of what men and women did in private, she had held the primordial idea of this moment in her young brain. Her lower body ached so hard and deep for him, it was all she could do not to cry, every kiss or touch was like a trail of heat over her skin and she could feel her heart beating in a thousand points over her body. She felt a thrill of anticipatory fright when something dug into her thigh, feeling alien and powerful, brutal and alluring. At the same time as she felt the stab of ice in her chest, a need pulled at her, feeling as if her very womb tried to speak to her.
"Cole," she breathed, "I-I-I've...never..." She allowed the sentence to hang in the air. Cole's lips paused in their exploration, his hands released their grip and for just a fraction of a second, Kaylee knew despair.
"Okay," Cole spoke into the skin on her side and his breath tickled, feeling as if it traveled through her skin, around her body and in, stoking the pleasant fire which grew deep inside her. Gently, as if he might break her, Cole laid her back on the bed, settling himself beside her and leaning on one arm. He leaned over and kissed her while running the fingers of one hand lightly down her body. In denial of his own desperation and powerful urge, he skimmed her lightly over the outside of her panties, watching her every reaction for signs of distress.
Kaylee felt his finger slide below the flimsy cotton of her panties and opened her eyes, reveling in the triumphant gaze he favored her with. This was as special for Cole as it was for her and every touch, every look, showed it to her.
She could not help comparing his touch to her own and found it utterly different. His fingers on her most intimate parts felt so right, so mind blowing, so good and she could feel the tension inside her building up like a spring being pressured. Her throat became tight and the little squeaks she made sounded ridiculous, even to her, but she did not care. Eventually the painfully pleasant ache became an overwhelming, all-encompassing drive to climax and climax she did. The waves of her passion rippled up from within her, taking her to the edge of consciousness where sight, sound and smell meant nothing, only pleasure.
When she came back down, Cole was there, smiling and stroking her.
"That was awesome," she breathed, "I've never felt anything like it."
"More?" Cole asked her with a lust filled gaze and grin.
"God, yes." Cole knelt up, making his way between her knees and trailed his fingers up the outside of her legs. He hooked his fingers around her panties and pulled gently. Kaylee lifted her bottom and he dragged them clear before lifting one of her legs and trailing kisses down from her knee. Kaylee trembled as she felt his mouth approach her wetness and cried out in ecstasy when his tongue ran over her hyper-sensitive tissues. As slowly and sensuously as before, Cole brought her to the edge of delight before making her explode with pleasure. Kaylee, reached down and scratched his scalp as she panted his name time and again like a mantra.
Kaylee watched through eyes filled with desire, lust and happiness as Cole rose to cover her body with his, marveling how light he was before realizing he supported himself on his powerful arms. They kissed, his tongue plunging into her mouth as he eased himself into her lower down. Kaylee felt a momentary stab of pain and fright but knew this was supposed to be. Cole watched her intently as he filled her, looking for any sign of distress. They stayed like that, his body buried deeply inside her while she adjusted to fit around him. Cole rocked gently and Kaylee panted as she felt every inch of him move within her. She had read about this moment in books and magazines but the reality of the event was so much more, there were no words which could do it justice.
"Kaylee, I..."
Cole could not finish his sentence. In a moment both savage and intimate, Cole climaxed inside of Kaylee. It was a wild and wonderful feeling that filled Cole's entire being. Cole clutched at Kaylee's supple body like a rock climber hanging on for dear life. He felt like he was falling and Kaylee was his only anchor. And while he held Kaylee, he felt a shiver run through her entire body. He felt her tingling from within. Cole knew that Kaylee had also consummated her passions. And it all felt more than right.
Chapter Six
Dilemma
A day later things changed, and fast.
"Cole, we have to talk." Kaylee said, her voice cracking.
She had her head bowed and she couldn't look Cole in the eye.
"What's wrong?" Cole said.
"Last night, it's putting me in a bad position … you know what I'm talking about."
"What was so bad about last night?"
He was clearly getting angry. Cole could not believe what he was hearing.
Kaylee looked away before she answered. There was a crack in her voice.
"Nothing was ‘bad', I … I definitely enjoyed it. More than words could ever say. But we're patient and therapist. My boss brought it up this morning, I guess he anticipated there may be something between us, and warned me against breaking client code of conduct."
"What are you talking about? That's nonsense! He can't tell you what to do!" Cole declared. He threw his arms up and struggled to control his voice. For a moment Kaylee was afraid that they would cause another scene like they did at the parking lot.
"Cole, I'm supposed to be helping you heal. I'm supposed to be doing a job to help you get well." Kaylee said.
The words cut through Cole's heart like daggers. They echoed in his head again and again.
‘I'm supposed to be doing a job.'
"So that's all I am to you, just a job. I'm just a piece of work to help advance your career."
Now, it was Kaylee who felt the daggers slicing her heart.
"Cole, it's not like that at all. I, I … "Kaylee couldn't finish.
"It's not like that? Then what's it like Kaylee?"
It was a simple enough question but it hung tensely in the air. For several moments, Kaylee could not answer, choking back emotion. But soon enough she did, and the answer was simple enough as well.
"You're my patient, Cole. I'm told it's not okay to cross that line" she said. "I'm in a really tough position here. You know how I feel about you." She rushed to complete what she was trying to say.
Cole didn't answer. He just nodded, gripped his crutches and started to walk away.
"Cole? Cole, where are you going? We still have today's session." Kaylee said. Her question was straightforward enough, but her tone of voice was more than a little desperate.
"We're done, Kaylee." Cole said firmly. He then hobbled out of the clinic. Kaylee wanted to say something more to Cole, but something kept her tongue and mouth from moving. She could not speak and she just watched as Cole hobbled away. Kaylee felt a heavy tug on her heart but she remained silent, choking back emotions, tears silently rolling down her face, which she quickly brushed away so not to be seen crying at the clinic.
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‘If he didn't want to stay to work it out, what am I supposed to do?' Kaylee asked herself.
It had been a week since Cole walked away from her and he had not returned for his sessions, or her calls at all.
It was a little past midnight, and another late night at the clinic for Kaylee. She had been working more and more overtime shifts after Cole stopped attending his sessions. Burying herself in her work to keep from feeling more heart broken than she already did. This was just another very late night for Kaylee to immerse herself into.
Ever since they were kids, they had always been some kind of odd couple. People always thought that she and Cole just weren't fit to be together. She was too well-bred for him and Cole was the kind of guy who was too rough and tumble for her. If Cole didn't want to talk with her, to work through the predicament she found herself in, or show up for his rehab sessions, she couldn't force him. That was his right, but it wasn't her fault, she defended, as if a conversation.
"Good evening, Miss Watts."
It was Dr. O'Bannon. His greeting got Kaylee out of her musings. He passed by Kaylee along the clinic's corridor, and was in a rush, as always, now heading out for the evening.
"Good night, sir." she replied.
"I can see that you're on the way to the laboratory. Could you pass them these samples?" he said.
"Oh sure, Doctor." she said.
"Thanks. I really have to go. Take care of them, will you?" he said, as he handed her the samples. Without even a second glance, O'Bannon left Kaylee with the samples.
‘Cole. I wonder if he's doing better?‘ thought Kaylee. It was a passing thought and she brushed it aside as she hurried to the laboratory with the samples. Kaylee saw a man enter the building, forgetting to put out his cigarette and hastily put it out on the floor before tossing it into the garbage. He had a parcel to drop off and was quickly gone. No one saw the trash can glowing slightly brighter with a few sparks.