“Cait.” Her name was a prayer, a benediction. The tender way she included his scars in their lovemaking made him feel almost normal—almost.
He bent down and urged her to stand. Heart to heart, he nestled between her legs and let her feel what her mouth did to him. Tipping her head back, she lifted her lips and was rewarded by a toe-tingling, mind-bending, air-stealing kiss that rocked her world.
When he shifted his handhold to beneath her backside, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. “Am I too heavy?”
“No. Kiss me, Cait.”
She tangled her tongue with his before remembering her earlier worry. “Do you have any condoms?”
“I’m a doctor, Cait. I have everything we need.” He slid his hand between them and brought her to peak with his clever fingers.
Her head dropped back and he kissed her before easing her onto the sofa. “Don’t move,” he told her.
She was about to argue with him, when he pointed a finger at her until she agreed. While she watched, he bent down and pulled a foil packet out of the back pocket of his jeans, stood, and covered himself. When he was fully sheathed, he knelt above her on the sofa and slowly lowered himself, teasing her with the tip of his erection.
“Jack,” she moaned. “Please, don’t tease me.”
He took her at her word and slowly slid into her. When they were joined, heart pressed to heart, he closed his eyes and let his body take over. She met him thrust for thrust, marveling at his stamina.
“Jack, I can’t—”
“I think you can,” he ground out.
She closed her eyes as the orgasm stole her breath. When she had gathered her strength, she lifted her hips and pistoned them against him, lifting up off the couch, hanging on to his taut backside with both hands. “Your turn, Jack.”
When he slowed his movements, she pressed her lips to the side of his neck and kissed him before biting the tender skin there. Her love bite had him moaning in pleasure, so she moved to another spot and kissed, then nipped twice more. She could feel the change coming over him as he stiffened and moaned out her name.
But instead of going with the moment as she’d thought he would, he bent to take her breast in his mouth, whipping her to peak so they rode the crest together, crashing on the other side.
Chapter 9
“I can’t feel my legs,” Caitlin whispered, but she wasn’t worried. “But you’re a doctor, so you can probably fix me, right?”
His laughter caught her by surprise. “What’s so funny?” She trailed the tips of her fingers along the firm muscles of his back. It was hard to work up any temper when she felt so loose, so limber, so happy being in love. Meg was right—she loved Jack.
When he kept laughing and didn’t answer her, she nipped his shoulder to get his attention.
He braced his hands on the couch and pushed back, his biceps taut from holding his weight off of her. The strength in his upper body reminded her of the way he’d held back so she’d find fulfillment first. A generous lover.
When he smiled down at her, she felt all warm and gooey inside. “You’re so beautiful.”
His smile turned to one that reeked of satisfied male. “Not even half as beautiful as you,” he rasped, bracing his weight on one arm to smooth a strand of hair out of her eyes.
Her belly clutched and fresh need sprinted through her. “If the other ladies in town knew how talented you are—” she began, only to close her mouth at his frown.
“You planning on taking out an ad in the Gazette?”
She let her finger slide over his breastbone and down to his navel. “Maybe,” she admitted. “But then everyone would want a turn and you’d be too tired to make love with me.”
He was chuckling as he lay back down and shifted so she was on top. “I’m too heavy for you.”
“You felt just right,” she said, leaning down to press her lips to his chin. “And for the record, I’m not telling anyone how talented you are because I want to keep you all to myself.”
“Is that a promise?”
She leaned back and made an X over her heart. “Promise.”
“Works for me,” he said. “Now about that talent…”
***
Jack woke when a cold wet nose pressed against his side. “Hey, boy.” When Jamie whined, he shifted a sleeping Caitlin onto her side and got up to let the dog out.
After Jamie peed, Jack opened the door and nearly walked into Caitlin. “Whoa,” he said, steadying her. “What’s wrong?”
“I woke up when I got chilly.” Brushing a hand over his shoulder, she smiled and his heart tumbled further toward love. “Did we scar him for life?”