NovelEnglishHe Never Kissed Me Jamie's hand wandered across Jarrod’s muscular back, and it slightly unsettled Jarrod.
The truth was Jarrod’s back was a roadmap of ugly scars.
It was not exactly what one would expect behind that good-looking face of his.
Jamie was not a fan of his scars either.
But Jarrod's face, skills in sexual intercourse, and gentleness made Jamie easier to accept that.
How good was Jarrod to Jamie anyway? Jamie believed that if any harm came to her, he would not hesitate to protect her.
Few wouldn't fall for a loyal guy like Jarrod who was handsome and skilled in bed.
At the thought of this, Jamie felt she had hit the jackpot.
If it were not for that stupid woman, Jamie might not have even given Jarrod a second glance back then, not to mention saving
him.
Now that she thought of it, she supposed she owed that woman a thank-you note.
The Powell family was on the decline, and it was Jarrod who gave them a leg up in Ardlens.
So, hanging on to Jarrod was not an option.
It was necessary.
With all these in mind, Jamie wrapped her arms around Jarrod from behind and nestled her face against his back, feeling the
man's warm body and the rousing desire inside him.
“What are you looking at?" she asked with a cheery smile.
Suddenly, her gaze fell on Jarrod's neck, and her expression shifted.
"What's this? Who did this to you?” She was well aware that Jarrod would make out with other women just for fun, but he never
let them leave any marks on him.
It was obviously a woman's scratch.
With Jarrod’s personality, how could he let a woman do this to him? "It's nothing.
I was scratched by a wild cat the other day,” Jarrod replied indifferently.
Then, he turned around and held Jamie in his arms.
"Why are you up so early?” Jamie did not buy his story, but she chose not to press him further.
After all, Jarrod had promised he would not touch any other woman after they got married.
So, she let it slide.
"I can't fall asleep without you." Jamie wrapped her arms around Jarrod's neck and nuzzled against his chest.
Jarrod smiled.
“Do you want it now?" "What are you talking about? It's so early..." Jamie said, her cheeks flushed.
Truth be told, she had been more than happy with last night's activities and was open for an encore, but she did not want to
make it too obvious.
After all, in Jarrod's eyes, she was a naive girl.
But it was not easy to satisfy a woman who once had a taste of it.
"No one's here but us.
What's stopping you?” Jarrod brushed off her hesitation.
"Jarrod..." She tilted her head and looked up at him with a smoldering gaze.
Then, she lightly grazed his palm with her fingers.
"Don't hold back.
I really don't mind..." She had come over late at night with the excuse of having a nightmare when in fact, she just wanted to
make out with him.
She figured a guy should be eager in such a thing.
But for so long, Jarrod had only planted a light kiss on her forehead and her back.
Worse still, it was not even a passionate kiss.
If she did not already know that he was a womanizer, Jamie would have thought he had never even been near a woman before.
Sure, Jarrod had promised that they would go all the way on their wedding night, but her mind still had its doubts.
Even last night, when she had slipped into that sexy pajamas, he seemed almost disinterested and just pleased her with his
slender fingers.
And when she had the orgasm, she peeked at him.
His face was a portrait of calm, almost businesslike.
The more he held back, the more she craved him.
Who wouldn't want a man with that kind of self- contro]? Just thinking about his stoic face set her pulse racing.
She could not wait to make love with him.
Right now, he was aroused and it was a good chance for Jamie.
But then, Jarrod gently pushed her away.
Jamie was confused and disappointed, and she could not bring herself to make another move.
She turned her face aside, feeling unsatisfied.
Jarrod cradled the back of her head and planted a kiss on her cheek.
"Jamie, you mean a lot to me.
I want to give you only the best.
Let me take care of you.” With that, he proceeded to bring her pleasure with his hand.
Jamie, for her part, felt cherished and was convinced by his sweet talk.
She just could not wrap her head around why he seemed to be more concerned about preserving her virginity than she was.
Fortunately, she had secretly undergone hymen repair surgery.
Otherwise, given his attitude, Jarrod would probably have made a big deal out of it.
Soon enough, she had no room in her mind for such worries.
With her eyes shut, she surrendered to the pleasure.
As dawn broke, Raegan reached out and felt Mitchel’s forehead.
At last, his fever had gone down.
She took a deep breath and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.
Out of nowhere, a loud crash echoed through the ward.
Raegan's heart jumped.
She bolted from the bathroom to find Mitchel near the door, a toppled chair at his feet.
“Mitchel?” At the sound of her voice, Mitchel turned, and his eyes lit up instantly at the sight of her.
Raegan squirmed, trying to loosen his grip.
Mitchel said abruptly, “I thought you'd run off again.” Hearing what Mitchel said, Raegan's face changed.
What did he mean by that? She gently gave him a push and said with genuine concern, "Let me go first.
You're injured." However, Mitchel only held her tighter and, almost sulkily, muttered, "I promise I won't lay a finger on him.” "What
do you mean?” Raegan asked, confused.
“Henley.” It was only now that Raegan understood what Mitchel was getting at.
It was just that Mitchel seemed to be very reluctant as he said it through his gnashing teeth..
"I see,” Raegan replied.
The next moment, Mitchel looked as though he had bitten into a lemon.
This was the biggest concession he had come up with.
He relaxed his hold on her, cupped her face in his hands, and asked crossly, "Shouldn't you be thanking me or something?”
Raegan was at a loss for words.
In her mind, Mitchel should apologize to Henley.
He had given Henley a hard time on multiple occasions, all because Henley had been there for her when she needed help.
She did not say this out loud, though, knowing how unpredictable Mitchel's reaction could be.
"There's nothing between Henley and me.
You have no reason to make things difficult for him." “Nothing? He kissed you, didn't he? I saw it.
Since when did you become so casual and easy, Raegan?” Raegan found herself speechless again.
Mitchel took her silence as a sign of her agreement, which only stoked the fires of his anger.
He pulled her even closer to him and demanded, "You have to promise me you won't see him anymore.
Then, I won't make things difficult for him.” "Henley never kissed me, and there is nothing like what you thought.” Raegan did not
know why she felt compelled to explain herself, but the atmosphere between the two of them was a bit wired now.
They were arguing like a long-married couple.
"You're still denying it? I saw you two in the car that day..." Mitchel trailed off, each word drenched in jealousy.
In the car? Raegan pieced it together and finally realized what Mitchel was talking about.
Was that the reason he had hit Henley’s car? Raegan frowned.
She did not want to get into a spat with someone who was still recovering, so she patiently explained, “He never kissed me.
The wound on my face was stained with my hair, so he helped me brush it away.” "Really?" Mitchel eyed her, still not entirely
convinced.
“Why would I lie?" Raegan sighed and helped him lie down on the bed.
"You should focus on resting right now." "Raegan,” Mitchel suddenly called out, his tone surprisingly upbeat.
His hand still held hers.
A surge of unease washed over Raegan, and she tried to pull away.
But before she could move back even an inch, Mitchel pulled her into his arms.
He then lifted her chin with his hand and looked at her lips.
"Your mouth is less annoying than it used to be.” Then, he kissed her.
Different from the domineering bite, this time Mitchel kissed her very gently and even with a hint of affection.
Raegan was so taken aback by the shift in him that she forgot to resist.
Just as they were lost in the kiss, the door of the ward was suddenly opened by someone.
"Mitchel..." Lauren walked in but was rooted to the spot when she saw the scene before her.
The warmth Raegan had felt on her lips vanished in an instant, leaving her feeling awkward and ironic.
Raegan abruptly pushed Mitchel away and said, "I'm leaving.”
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