Jack could feel her body completely relaxing as he moved them closer to the bed and if he didn't possess a personal understanding of why Kate was so up and down and all over the place emotionally he guessed he would've given up on this relationship out of frustration a long time ago. But, because he'd been down the road of grief Kate was currently traveling he recognized much of what was going on with her as part of the same path he'd taken, the overwhelming sadness and burdening guilt she was suffering like going back five years and looking into a mirror. He continued to kiss her, holding gently to her lower back with his good hand and trying hard to remember he had a fairly hard and heavy splint on his right hand that would hurt if it landed too hard on her body.
She pulled out of the kiss and looked into his eyes. They were full of passion and love and she wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of her life looking into those eyes as much as possible. She moved her hands down his side, to his hips, gliding them over the front of his thighs and finally to his butt, holding lightly and pulling him closer. She could feel the small, hard square box in the pocket of his slacks and realized she'd never even bothered to look at the ring, opting to meltdown immediately instead.
"Yes." Kate whispered drawing a confused look from him immediately.
"Yes?" Jack questioned.
"Yes, I will marry you and yes I am ready to be excited and happy and enjoy preparing to have this baby with you." She said and nearly melted as his eyes took on the wet, overwhelmed with emotion look they got when what he was feeling in his heart could no longer be kept inside.
"Are you sure? I want you to be sure Kate. No more back and forth, if we make this decision tonight we only go forward." Jack said.
"I'm sure. I'm about half crazy these days Jack, but I know what I felt when you were ready to back away and give me all the space I needed." Kate admitted.
"What's that?" Jack asked.
"I suddenly felt very cold and lonely and like there was so much space I couldn't breathe. I love you and Conner too much to go backwards; I'd be lost without the two of you so how could having three of you to love be anything but a wonderful life?" Kate said sweetly.
"It can't." He said in a low, husky tone and kissed her again, reaching behind her, fumbling with the zipper on her dress, finding it difficult to do with just his left hand.
"Want some help?" She giggled.
"Probably, I have trouble with my own zipper." He chuckled.
"Well I'd help you with that if you'd ask." She offered.
"That probably wouldn't be a good idea; we'd be spending a ridiculous amount of time in the bathroom." He laughed and pulled her closer, kissing her again and then pulling back.
He reached into his pocket, pulled the ring box out and handed it to her. She took it from him, opened it, removed the ring and handed it to him. He carefully slipped it onto her finger. It was a little loose, but tight enough for now.
"It's beautiful Jack." Kate said.
"You're beautiful." He whispered and gently turned her around.
With her back facing him he found it easier to maneuver things and slowly pulled the zipper of her dress down. He slid the dress off her shoulders and let it glide halfway down her arms. He moved closer, his hot breath on the back of her neck making her skin tingle. He kissed the tops of her shoulders gently while his fingers moved slowly down the front of her chest, gliding in-between her breasts and back up. His light kisses made her shiver and he moved closer to her, letting the warmth of his body surround her. He grabbed the clasp of her bra in the fingers of his good hand and unhooked it with very little effort, smiling at his accomplishment because he loved to undress her and wasn't looking forward to being hindered for the next four to six weeks.
He slowly turned her back around to face him and pushed the dress down her arms the rest of the way, allowing it to slide down her body and gather around her feet on the floor. He pushed each of her bra straps off of her shoulders, leaving them hanging on her arms before putting two fingers inside the center of her bra and pulling forward, slowly sliding it away from her breasts, the straps sliding down her arms and finally off. He stepped back and looked at her, the tightness in the front of his pants increasing at the sight of her. She was so beautiful, her long, curly brown hair hanging loosely over her soft silky skin and her firm, round breasts were in perfect proportion to her body.
He trailed a finger slowly down her jaw line, to her collarbone and down her breast bone, never breaking eye contact with her. She could feel the crotch of her panties moisten, the look in his eyes, the feel of his touch, the thoughts she knew were swarming through his now completely foggy and aroused brain increasing her need for him. She reached out and unbuttoned his shirt, staying as patient as he was even though she wanted to rip the shirt off of him with no regard to how many buttons she popped in the process. With all of the buttons undone, she pushed the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms, noticing the bandaged hand and taking the time to slide the left shirt sleeve off and then carefully slide the right shirt sleeve over the splint. The shirt was still tucked into his pants in the back so she gave it a gentle tug, pulling it free and tossed it to the floor.
His toned, tanned arms, chest and stomach were displayed before her, his skin almost hot to the touch as she moved her hands slowly over his chest and down to his stomach and deeper, her fingers sliding inside the waistband of his pants and unfastening the top button before slowly gliding the zipper down. She slid the pants down his legs and he stepped out of them, leaving him standing in front of her in his boxer briefs, his rock hard thighs stretching the material, his beautifully sized balls tucked securely into place and his erection showing its impressive size and strength beneath the stretchy material. She'd decided a long time ago he would've made an excellent underwear model if medical school hadn't worked out.
She gazed into his eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into another intense kiss. She wondered if she would ever grow tired of kissing this man, of the feel of his mouth swallowing her, his tongue, strong and gentle at the same time gliding in perfect rhythm with hers and then pulling away to suck on her bottom lip briefly before opening back up and repeating the process. She'd always heard that you can tell how a man feels about you by the way he kisses you and never understood what that meant before she met Jack. There was so much genuine love and passion and an element of boyish giddiness in his kisses. He enjoyed it as much as she did, maybe more and it wasn't just a precursor to sex, part of the motions he felt obligated to go through to get to the prize. He took his time and made his kisses as attentive as the rest of his body was when they were making love. She knew Jack loved her before he ever verbalized it, because she felt it every time he kissed her.
They continued to kiss and allowed themselves to fall into the pile of rose petals covering the bed, the sensation of the soft, cool rose petals on their hot skin increasing their urgency briefly. He pulled out of the kiss and propped himself up on his right arm, looking down at her silky flesh surrounded by the soft, pink rose petals. He picked up one of the rose petals and brushed it lightly over her cheek, making her smile at him. He returned her smile and set the rose petal on her chest, moving his hand down and slipping it inside the front of her panties, cupping her heat as she instinctively drew her knees up and opened up for him.
"Not yet." He said softly and eased her legs back down.
He began sliding her panties down one side at time, working diligently at them with his one good hand. He finally stood and finished sliding them down her legs before removing his boxers. He stood at the side of the bed and encouraged her to turn her body in the right direction, relax her head into the pillows and enjoy lying in the center of the bed in the pile of rose petals. She did as he asked, the desire to crawl around in the soft, silky pieces of the flower temporarily curbed and the sight of her naked body crawling through the rose petals making him wish he had a camera, not that she'd allow him to take naked pictures of her, but his state of arousal had just increased 150 and he wasn't thinking clearly.
He crawled onto the bed beside her keeping his throbbing, dripping cock just out of her reach, knowing her touch would put him over the edge. He looked down at her and smiled before scooping up handfuls of the rose petals and spreading them over the top of her. He moved further down her body and positioned himself between her legs, lying forward and supporting his weight on his elbows, not penetrating her, his swollen length pressing against her bikini line and stomach, teasing her and making her squirm. He moved closer and kissed her, his body pressing into hers with the soft petals trapped between them. It was like having a thin layer of silk between their bodies and it felt as gentle, sweet and sexy as he was about to be with her.
"Jack this is so…." She said in a breathy tone when they broke the kiss for air.
"This is what it feels like to be inside of you, to have your soft heat wrapped around me, squeezing and constrictive, but satiny and so delicate you can't believe it's okay to move." He whispered and covered her mouth with his again, his tongue gently gliding over hers.
He stopped again and looked at her. He sat up on his knees and cleared the rose petals from her breasts before bending down and sucking one of nipples into his mouth, drawing a moan out of her, making her lay her arms back into the bed or rose petals, close her eyes and enjoy the feeling of his mouth on her nipples, alternating back and forth until they were both hard and a little sore from being lightly bit and then she felt him place a rose petal over each one nipple. He pinched the petal covered nipple with his fingers, able to feel the hardness through the thin flower petal.
She felt his hand move to her pussy, felt his fingers glide through her crease and penetrate her briefly, the sudden violation followed by emptiness making her whimper for him. She opened her eyes and looked at him. He was watching her intently as he moved forward enough to put himself into position and then he watched her face as he pushed inside of her, slowly and fully before coming to rest on top of her again, his weight on his folded arms, his hungrily mouth swallowing her as his cock throbbed inside of her, stretching her walls, but not moving, just pushed in tightly and pulsating and she felt a gentle flood of excitement warmly pass through her loin making her moan and sigh and clench lightly around him.
He pulled out of the kiss and looked at her, obviously touched that just the act of joining them had brought her to orgasm. As she watched his eyes fill with tears she felt her own forming. A single tear escaped down his cheek and she reached up and wiped it away.
"You okay?" She asked.
"You won't regret it I promise." He said.
"Regret what?" She asked.
"Me. I hadn't realized that I had stopped living until I met you. I'm going to make you as happy as you've made me." He said as another tear betrayed him and found its way out.
"You already do." She said and pulled him back in for another kiss.
He continued to kiss her and began moving slowly in and out of her, taking his time and finally moving his mouth to her ear and whispering sweetness with every lunge forward, her body moving up to meet his, moaning his name every time. She came again, her chin resting on his shoulder, panting while her legs wrapped tightly around him, holding him in place, refusing to let go of the pressure right where she needed it.
She loosened her grip on him and he slid his arms underneath her back and pulled them both up, him sitting on folded legs and her straddling his lap, their bodies held close, her breasts moving slowly up and down over his chest as he continued thrusting into her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer, enjoying the feel of him so deep and pushing deeper, gently and patiently.
"I love you so much Jack. Hold me and don't ever stop, don't ever stop." She moaned feeling his arms wrap tighter around her as he continued to make love to her.
He kept them going, rocking in a soft, sensual rhythm and then felt her clenching around him again, the grip she had around his neck tightened and this time she verbalized how good it felt, the sound of her voice in the peak of an orgasm making him harder, making the head of his cock feel like it might explode, literally. He groaned at the sensation of his already hard cock growing harder, begging for release that he wasn't ready to let go of yet.
He lifted her off of him and she looked down at his now screaming appendage, slick and glistening with her wetness. She bent her head down and gently and slowly took him in and out of her mouth, her hot saliva soothing to him. He watched her lick and gently suck his cock, her naked body doubled over, her sexy, lust filled eyes making contact with his as she held him at the base and slowly let her tongue glide up, pursing her lips over the head and then teasing it with the tip of her tongue. God it felt so good and he became momentarily mesmerized by it, by the faint sucking sounds as she took him all the way to the back of her throat and then slowly back out. The familiar tingle in his balls, the tightening, the need to let go snapped him out of his trance and he ran his hand lightly over the back of her head.
"That feels so good Kate, but you have to stop. I'm going to come and I want to come inside you, not your mouth." He whispered softly.
She recognized the urgency in his voice and backed away so he could come the way he wanted to come. The entire wonderful night was his as far as she was concerned and if he wanted to come in her ear she'd go along with it. He motioned for her to turn around and lay on her stomach. She lay flat against the rose petals and felt him nudge her legs apart so she pushed up on all fours for him.
"No, stay flat." He said softly and pushed into her from behind as she slowly let her body lay back down into the soft, rosy smelling bed.
His body covered hers again, this time from behind, the majority of his weight supported on his folded arms again. She slid one leg up toward her torso and felt him moving in and out of her again, trapped beneath him, her body moving forward over the mattress with each thrust.
"God Jack that feels incredible." Kate moaned.
Jack didn't speak, he couldn't speak, he could barely see and breathing was becoming a chore. He felt her clenching around him again as another orgasm rocked her body and he let go, no longer able to stand it, filling the air with expletives as his body jerked, releasing his hot seed into her over and over. With the final drop expelled from his body, he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back, exhausted, not because the sex had been frenzied, but because even though he knew it was physically impossible, he felt like he'd just released at least a gallon of semen all at once.
Kate turned over and snuggled up next to him on the left side, his chest was covered with sweat and his heart was beating so hard she could feel it. She felt his arm wrap lightly around her body and he kissed the top of her head.
"I love you so much." He said in an exhausted tone.
"Are you going to make it Jack? I think your heart is going to jump out of your chest any minute now." Kate giggled.
"I'm not sure, I've never come like that before. You may have killed me Kate, but damn what a way to go. Thank you." Jack chuckled lightly.
They lay silent for a few minutes allowing their bodies to cool down and their brains to regain their normal function. She finally lifted her head from his chest and scooted up, letting it rest on the pillows. He turned onto his side and smiled at her. She had rose petals sticking to her. He peeled one away from her neck and tossed it onto the bed.
"So, do you do this rose petal thing a lot Jack?" Kate asked.
"No, that was a first for me. The woman at the flower shop where I bought the balloons suggested a few petals tossed around, but covering the bed with them was my idea. Did you like it?" He asked.
"I did and the room looked so great all decked out in pink. You really are an adorable man you know that don't you." Kate said.
"No, I just know I love you and the rest falls into place." Jack answered, his voice sincere, his eyes melting into hers.
"I noticed there's champagne. Is my favorite doctor going sip champagne in a hot bath with me?" Kate asked.
"Only if his favorite patient promises to sip slowly and have just one glass." Jack replied smiling as contently as she'd ever seen.
"Do you think the boys are okay?" Kate asked.
"I think Ashley would've called if they weren't. She's a good babysitter, very responsible, well as responsible as a teenager can be." He replied.
"Should we call?" Kate asked.
"No, we aren't calling. We'll be going home in a couple of hours. Let's enjoy ourselves until then." Jack suggested.
"But I thought I killed you." Kate teased.
"No, apparently you've just rendered me temporarily out of commission with a strong emphasis on temporarily. A hot bath, some champagne and strawberries should remedy that." He told her and kissed her gently.
He climbed out of the mangled pile of rose petals and walked over to the large Jacuzzi in the middle of the room. He leaned over and turned the water on, while Kate lay on the bed taking in the view. The sights of his lean, strong, muscular backside naked and leaning over a tub making her loin ache for him again.
"If I could take this view and figure out a way to bottle it I'd make a fortune marketing you as an aphrodisiac." Kate said in a sexy tone making him look back at her and laugh lightly.
She moved off the bed and joined him beside the tub. He brushed the petals off of her and stepped into the tub, holding his hand out for her. She took his hand and stepped in with him. The smell of the bath oils and the hot water was instantly soothing and relaxing and she leaned back into his chest. He kept his right arm on the side of the tub and used his left arm to gently sponge the water over her.
"We forgot the champagne." He said softly.
"Who needs champagne? You're more intoxicating than 50 bottles of the most expensive brand." She complimented.
"I think you're a little biased, but thank you." Jack chuckled and continued to move the sponge over her slowly.
They continued relaxing in their bath until the water became too chilly to enjoy. He stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist before holding a towel out for her. She stepped out of the tub and allowed him to wrap the towel around her, securing it and then pulling her into a hug.
"I wanted to give you a few days of this, take you away some place romantic and quiet and propose and treat you like a queen for a few days, but I decided that you needed to know how I feel about you and the baby more than you needed those days, but I promise that we will have a romantic getaway." He told her, his voice soft and sweet.
"Jack, I don't need romantic getaways, I just need you to continue to be as attentive and involved as you have been and not turn into that work obsessed mistress you've warned me about and not just for my sake, but for Conner's." Kate said.
"I'll do my best Kate, but I can guarantee I won't always succeed. I'm very passionate about what I do and there will be cases that will completely distract me from everything else in my life." Jack admitted.
"Since I'm going to marry you and raise your children Jack I feel like I have to ask this. Why is it that a patient can distract you from those in your life that you love, but your loved ones can never distract you from your patients?" Kate asked.
"Because when I've got my hands inside another human-being my mind can't be anywhere but right there focused on that moment, on every instrument, bone and piece of tissue in front of me. One little mistake brought on by not staying focused can cost a patient the ability to walk again or even their life." Jack explained.
"That makes sense Jack, but why so absorbed in the patient in the days leading up to the surgery?" Kate asked.
"Not the patient Kate, the procedure. Seeing it in your head, planning it, seeing that part of the anatomy in your head and mentally checking off every little thing that has to go right in order for nothing to go wrong requires intense focus. A lot of the procedures I do have become so routine they don't consume me the days prior to it, but something like that twin separation, well, it would've given you a good idea of how unpleasant that mistress of mine can be." Jack said.
They strolled over to the bed, pulled the bedspread and all the rose petals back and off of it, removed their towels and snuggled into the bed together, pulling the sheets up to their waists, her looking at him with questioning eyes, obviously still trying to get a grasp on what made Jack tick.
"So when Conner broke his arm, you had to stay focused on what you were doing and that's why you couldn't back away and be with him?" Kate asked.
"No, that was me being a screw up. I needed to stay focused long enough for another surgeon to replace me, I chose to finish that procedure and I let my son down. I'm not perfect Kate, far from it. Hopefully you understand that and won't hesitate to get in my face when I make dumb choices like that." Jack said.
"You're not perfect? Well, then I'm afraid I can't marry you Jack, you misled me." Kate teased and kissed him.
"Will you give me a chance to change your mind?" Jack asked as he kissed her back and rolled on top of her, hovering over her, staring deeply into her eyes.
She could feel the beginnings of another erection pressing against her and smiled at him.
"I guess you are no longer out of commission?" She asked.
"I'll let you be the judge of that." He said as he brought his mouth down to hers and silenced her and her questions for the remainder of their evening in the hotel suite.