Elise stood helplessly in the doorway. She wanted to reach out
and touch him. To say something. Anything. Anything that would make
him stay.
	Tears of frustration trekked silently down her pale cheeks as
she stood by and watched Jarrett viciously yank open the drawers and
closet and toss his belongings into the waiting suitcase lying on the
counterpane. The one that they had picked out together. The one they
had slept with wrapped around their bodies together.
	Elise squeezed her eyes shut tight, as if she could shut out
the pain by shutting out the sight. But that wasn't possible for there
was a hot, sharp object twisting her insides, forcing her to
acknowledge that it was real and truly happening.
	She drew in a shuddering breath and wiped the back of her hand
across her cheeks.
	"Jarrett, look at me, please," she pleaded, still hugging the
door frame, her voice small and trembling. "Jarrett, please."
	It took three more tries before he stopped to turn and glare
at her accusingly for interrupting him. Elise caught her bottom lip
between her teeth and bit down.
	"Goddamn it, Elise!"
	Jarrett focused his steely gaze on her. He was more angry at
himself for heeding her words than her for putting them through this.
It was damnably unfair that even now, he still lusted after her to
such an intense degree. It was damnably unfair that even with her face
drawn and her dark eyes red-rimmed from the tears, his body still
hardened with desire; his fingers itched to thrust in her dark hair to
hold her face still for his mouth; his skin tingled with the want to
rub against hers. It was damnably unfair that she looked so fragile,
so vulnerable in that over-sized sweater.
	"Don't do this," she whispered, the look in her eyes eloquent.
His jaw tightened and his fingers curled into hard fists. Damn her!
Encouraged by the fact that he hadn't turned away from her yet, Elise
pushed away from the door frame and made her towards him, her hand
outstretched.
	Jarrett froze when she was finally in front of him, not that
he had moved an inch before. But Elise could feel the brittle tension
that hardened him even more. He wouldn't touch her. Elise kept her
eyes straight ahead, focused on his broad chest. She didn't have the
courage to look up and see the icy rage in his eyes.
	Very slowly, very carefully, she skimmed her fingers over his
left fist before bringing it up to her mouth with both hands.
"No, Elise," Jarrett got out between gritted teeth, abruptly jerking
back his fist. "It's not going to work this time."
	But Elise wasn't listening. She didn't want to listen to his
words. Her hands came up and flattened against his chest, and her body
pressed against his hardness.
	Jarrett gave a strangled groan. He wanted to give into her and
take what she was pressing upon him. That wasn't in doubt. He would
have to be dead before his body would be indifferent to her. But he
had more self-control than that, he told himself.
	He captured her hands in his and managed to put an inch of
space between their bodies. But Elise wouldn't have it. She fought his
hold and squirmed against his already aroused body, burning him even
more whenever her soft body came into contact with his. He swallowed
hard, his breathing becoming laboured. Finally, he crushed her tightly
against him just to still her inflaming movements.
	He thought that was the solution until he felt the heat from a
hot mouth seep through his T-shirt and sear his skin. Elise's quick,
wet tongue was dampening his shirt, teasing his nipple through it.
There was only so much he could take.
	Jarrett made a gutteral sound deep in his throat and gave in.
A fierce triumph coursed through Elise's veins when she felt Jarrett's
hands plunge into her hair to pull her head back so he could grind his
mouth on hers. He nipped her bottom lip, demanding that she open her
mouth for his tongue. She eagerly sucked it, reveling in the knowledge
that she could still make him want her with such ardor.
	His rough hands then streaked under her sweater, alternately
squeezing and moulding her flesh until he cupped her lace-covered
breasts. Elise moaned, but the sound was muffled. And then she
returned the favour. Her fingers grappled with the bottom edge of his
T-shirt until she met with warm flesh. She rubbed her palms upwards,
loving the feel of his hair-roughened flesh.
	Jarrett trailed his open mouth down over her chin, down her
throat, leaving behind a wet trail. He reluctantly broke off contact
for the amount of time it took for him to roughly pull her sweater
over her head and pitch it in whatever direction. Then his mouth was
sucking her flesh through her bra. He must've sucked a bit too hard
because she cried out. But he didn't care at the moment. It was only a
fraction of what he had felt earlier and would feel later on.
	Elise filled her hands with his sun-streaked hair, crying out
his name in a breathless litany. His hands caught her hips in a
bruising grip, but she didn't care-not when his mouth had moved down
to kiss her madly through the silk of her panties. He captured her
clitoris between his teeth and tugged.
	Elise screamed and her come gushed onto her panties, drenching
it right through.
	Jarrett pulled her down and shoved her onto her back on the
floor, settling himself between her widespread legs. The bed was only
a couple of feet away, but he couldn't wait that long.
	A quick jerk of his fingers and the flimsy material of her
panties came apart in his hand. She struggled with the zipper of his
jeans until he was filling her eager hands. Jarrett muttered something
and imprisoned both her wrists above her head with one hand. He took
his swollen cock in his other hand and brought it to her sex, teasing
her briefly. He positioned himself at the entrance of her body and
plunged in quick and hard. She was already wet from her earlier
orgasm, so his entrance was smoother than usual. But he was still very
big and she, still very small. And the gripping tightness of her
vaginal walls almost undid him.
	Almost.
	Elise gave a series of broken cries when he slowly dragged
himself out before plunging quickly back in. She wrapped her legs
about his waist, locking her ankles on the small of his back. His
jeans scraped the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, but that only
added to the eroticism of it all; just like his T-shirt was abrading
her nipples.
	A few more thrusts and they both came. Elise could feel
Jarrett's hot come deep inside her belly and she shuddered even more.
And at the same time, she instinctively, possessively wrapped her arms
tightly about his damp body.
	She was holding a memory the next morning.