“Then you’re in luck,” he said as his Jeep came into sight. “I have all of the above.”
“I might let you talk me into bed after you feed me.”
He opened the door for her and leaned in to kiss her. “I promise to make it worth your while.”
When they pulled into his driveway, he fought to keep from wondering what Jamie was doing right then. It was hard; he’d gotten used to having the little guy there to greet him when he got home from a long day of treating patients.
“He was a good companion.”
Cait tucked her arm in his and led him around to the back door. “The best. He’ll be all right, Jack.”
Opening the back door, he sighed. “I know, but I’m gonna miss him like crazy.”
“Me too. When Meg moved out, I had to keep busy not to think about how much I missed her.”
“That’s not the same thing.”
“Close enough,” Cait said. “She used to live with us and then she didn’t.”
He had to give her that much. “But still—”
Cait remained firm. “Do you need me to make the hamburger patties while you light the grill?”
“Nope already done. You can nuke the potatoes, though.”
The simple routine helped take his mind off missing Jamie. It would take time to get used to a new normal. He’d never forget what it was like to have that little ball of black fuzz in his life.
Cait kept up her end of the bargain by helping him make dinner and then insisting they eat on the deck. “Cold beer and burgers on a warm spring night,” she said after they’d finished. “It doesn’t get any better than this.”
Jack was already on his feet. “You sure about that?”
She giggled when he scooped her out of her chair and carried her into the house. “I can walk.”
“Me too,” he said, kissing a path along the curve of her jaw, his senses assaulted by the subtle combination of fruit and flowers. “You taste like springtime.”
“New face wash.”
“Do you taste like that everywhere?” he asked, taking the stairs two at a time.
“I wouldn’t want to spoil all of your fun,” she said as he placed her in the middle of his bed.
“You look right here.” He didn’t want to say too much, but he wanted her there, needed her there. “Caitlin I—”
He forgot what he was going to say when she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. He did the same and then reached for her jeans. She beat him to it and stood on his bed—thank goodness he had high ceilings or else she’d have bumped her head.
They were both breathless when she shimmied out of her jeans. “God, you’re beautiful,” he rasped, reaching for her.
She shook her head. “Your turn.”
But he didn’t want to wait that long to touch her. He wanted her naked in his bed. “Let’s try something different.” Her eyes widened as he eased her down onto her back and then proceeded to nip the lace panties at her hip and tug on them until she lifted up, so he could pull them off of her.
Licking and nibbling a path from her toes to her thighs, he nudged her legs apart and settled himself between them. Sliding his arms beneath her, he eased her legs onto his shoulders. “I’m going to take my time tonight,” he warned her. “I’m not stopping until I’ve tasted every inch of you.”
Her eyes blazed a brilliant green as desire grabbed her by the throat. “Then it’ll be my turn.”
“Babe, once I’ve had my fill of you, you won’t even remember your own name.”
“Big talk,” she said as his lips, teeth, and tongue tormented her, brushing close to the very heart of her, until she begged him to take what he so desperately wanted.
Wild honey.
His tongue dipped inside her again and he knew he’d never tasted anything that good. One taste would never satisfy the hunger building inside of him. She moaned and writhed as he took what he craved, tasted what he hungered for.
His jeans cut into his erection, but he ignored it, needing her to come first.
Her orgasm ripped through her, the aftershocks lifting her up off of the bed before she lay limp and quivering. Easing back, he slipped off the bed and stripped out of his jeans. Her eyes fluttered open as he covered himself from tip to base, and she turned slumberous as he climbed on to the bed.
He slid his body up and over hers, delighting in each and every shiver. “You’re so responsive,” he rasped, kissing his way to her breasts. Licking first one and then the other. When she wrapped her legs around him, he pulled her left breast into his mouth and slid home.
Suckling and sliding in and out, he was soon lost in the primal need to find completion. The need to mate with this woman threatened to take control, but he grappled with need and won, grazing his teeth over her nipple before letting go and lavishing the same attention on her other breast. He wanted her to come twice more before giving in to the overwhelming need to drive into her until he was blind to everything but the taste, scent, and feel of her.