Page 35 of Luck Be Mine
“Yes, my Cait.”
She laid her head on his shoulder. “I missed you.”
Hunt coaxed her to the floor and turned to lock and check the door. No fucking interruptions allowed. He turned back and lifted her into his arms. “Hello, Mrs. Hunter.”
“Hello, Mr. Hunter.” She gently laid her lips on his, lingering. The soft pressure satisfied yet wasn’t enough. Her sigh whispered across his lips.
The long-suppressed spark roared to life. Searing heat spread across his body.
Apple Blossom. Oh lord, the scent hit his memories like a punch to the gut. Their first time in Afghanistan blew through him and raised a desperate need.
Wedding night.
First time since her injury.
First time since he put a ring on her finger and joined their lives together.
First married intimacy called for taking time.
Past the threshold to their bedroom, he lifted a foot to shut the door. Even alone, he wanted quiet, intimacy, and privacy. He stopped at bedside and held her close. The blinds let muted gray afternoon light in, but the bedroom colors were no longer foot-locker black. Light wood dressers sat together against the wall near the bathroom. Two matching nightstands were on either side of the bed. There was a new sea themed quilt on the bed with shells and starfish in a blue color he couldn’t name.
“Like it?”
Frankly, he never noticed or cared. As long as there was a blanket to roll up in, he was comfortable. But judging by Cait’s quarters in Afghanistan and this, she needed the style. “Yes, I like it.” He leaned to kiss her forehead and stared into her blue eyes. Wide and shiny, they sparked with nerves.
“Bathroom first, or can I take off your clothes?”
“No, and yes. I need help.”
He eased her feet to the floor and cupped her face. Taking a raw kiss, Cait spiraled with him in lockstep. Pulling her close, she moaned and slid her good arm around his neck. Her breastssettled against him, and he savored her warmth and the pulsing between them. Rocking against each other, he deepened the kiss.
Laughing softly, Cait pulled back. “Clothes, Hunter. Clothes.”
“Stop kissing me like you want to devour me.”
“No. Help me with this.” She pulled at the strap to her black arm brace. The woman was sensual and potent, reminding him of one truth. Underneath all the injury stood a sassy, strong woman, one who’d given his sorry ass a chance.
He gently brushed her fingers aside and removed the brace keeping her arm immobile. She slowly shifted the freed arm up and around his neck.
His eyes widened, and he grinned. “You’ve been keeping secrets.”
She sighed. “I’ve been working on moving this shoulder.”
“Hard?”
“Yep. But anything for you, babe.”
He took her arm from around his neck and kissed the fingers of her numb hand, then her wrist and inner elbow. “A special gift, thank you.”
A sweet blush spread across her face. Her nipples beaded, the points poking at his Navy shirt.
In the interest of fair play, he stepped a pace away from her and quickly unlaced his shoes, toed them off, and stripped his shirt.
Closing the space, he touched the hem of her shirt. He fell into the shimmer of her blue eyes. “Yes?”
“Ready.” The gray t-shirt slid easily off her torso. He took care with her arm and tossed the shirt to the floor with his. She leaned into him and brushed her soft breasts against the hair on his chest. She scattered open-mouthed kisses across his chest, pausing at the last to lightly stroke a scar with her tongue.Fire zapped through him, twisting and turning through a body already primed.
He spread his fingers into the silk of her hair, falling into softness. Tilting her head, their mouths met in a kiss that blew apart the boundaries between them. Deployments were hell on intimacy, and he let go of all the stress from the job and the separation and focused on enjoying every second.
