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Chapter Nine

She blinked and tried to clear her sleep fogged mind. Her dream was still vivid in her head and the voice at the end sounded so real that she almost thought...then she looked up. Perched above her sprawled out body was Jackson, looking smug in his handsomeness, and that was when she realized that the voice at the end of her dream was not, in fact, a figment of her imagination. Lisa felt her face redden, praying that she hadn't said anything, or made any types of noises that would indicate what kind of dream she was having. But, from the very knowing look in Jackson's eyes, she knew her hopes were in vain.

"So," he drawled, his smile widening, "some dream you were having, huh?"

And that's when she noticed that his hand was splayed on her stomach, but instead of the churning digust that she was expecting, it felt almost, pleasant? Shaking her head of her thoughts, she turned her face more fully to him. "It, uh," she cleared her throat, "was a nightmare." Lisa inwardly cringed, knowing that she had never been a very good liar and this lie in particular was not very good.

Jackson tried not to laugh at her falsehood. Her face was flushed and he couldn't tell if it was in embarassment or arousal. But he was guessing it was the latter. "A nightmare, huh? Didn't sound like one. What with all that moaning that was going on. Unless, it was one of those erotic horror nightmares..." He trailed off, raising an eyebrow in question. He watched her face fill with shock as her brain registered his words and she rushed to sit up, or, at least, she tried to. The hand on her stomach and his other hand, which was now cupping her neck, was doing a good job of keeping her on her back...which was not a thought she wanted to entertain at the moment. "C'mon, Leese, what's the matter?"

She glued her eyes to the ceiling, trying to pretend that his hands on her body was having no affect on her. Flashes of her dream kept coming to the forefront of her mind and she could no longer differentiate between what was dream and what was reality. She started to panic, eyes going wide, breathing fast and uneven.

He looked down at her in concern. Trying to get her eyes to focus on his, he found that he couldn't. Surely his closeness couldn't be causing this kind of reaction. For all the times he had invaded her personal space a full blown panic attack was not one of the reactions he was used to getting. He needed to calm her down, because for all his wanting to torture and torment her, he did not want to see her like this. Moving his hand from her stomach, he slid it down to the outside of her hip and started rubbing the exposed skin, her shirt having ridden up sometime during her...dream. He leaned down so that his mouth was right by her ear and started whispering, "Shh, Leese. Calm down." Gently, he licked the outside of her ear and smiled when he felt her shudder. Soon her breathing evened out and he slid his hand under her back, pushing her breasts against him.

"What, uh...," she gulped, "time is it?" She was desperately trying to ignore the things he was doing to her, but it was very hard.

"Late," was his simpled answer as he moved his mouth down to her jaw, lightly teasing it with both teeth and tongue.

Jackson knew exactly what he was doing, she gave him that, as she fought to gain control of herself. "Can you-"

"Shh," he cut her off, enjoying himself as his tongue assaulted her throat. Enjoying himself too much maybe, if he let himself think about it. He should be tormenting her, making her pay for what she did to him. But instead he found...he found what? That he was slowly, and surely, seducing the woman that put him in jail? That thought stopped him where he was. Leaning back he peered down at Lisa, her eyes closed, lips slightly parted. Jackson Rippner did not seduce his targets. This was a man who had orcestrated the assassinations of top leaders, stateside and internationally, and here he was falling prey to all the useless emotions. He had learned long ago to lock everything away, but now, now all his training had deserted him.

Ripping himself away from the prone woman, he rushed from the room to deal with his thoughts and get himself back on track. Because the next time he went in that room, it would not be to seduce Lisa Reisert.

Sorry for the long wait. But, nonetheless, I hope you liked it. Honestly, it probably would have taken me longer to get it up (and it would have been longer) but I got a new tattoo today and I'm very excited so I decided to share the...er, happiness I guess. Aaaanyway, sorry for the delay, now that I actually have a direction to take this thing it shouldn't be too terribly long to post the next part. Review please! ...even though, I don't deserve it. :o)