Page 36 of Luck Be Mine
Cait sighed against his mouth. Her arms shifted around him, fiercely holding him to her. He wouldn’t let her go either. He used his lips and journeyed across her jaw to nibble on her ear. “For once, we don’t have to hurry.”
“Do you think we know how to go slow?”
“We’re gonna learn.” He eased her into a sitting position on the bed and stepped away to shed his pants and socks. Naked, he turned back and found his wife with a small smile and pleasured eyes.
“You look good, LT.” She had her arms covering her breasts. It wouldn’t do.
“You have too many clothes on, Doc.”
She grinned at him and dropped her arms.
Adoration pounded his control with a hard rattle. Beautiful, stunning, and incredible. They’d never had time to absorb their bare selves in Afghanistan, and he wanted to take the time to study her like a fine piece of art.
He shored up constraint and went on one knee to lift her foot. The red nail polish shouted defiance and perfection. He lifted her toes to his lips and nibbled.
Cait giggled. “We’re starting there?”
“Yes. We are in the worship phase. Settle back.”
“I want equal time.” She licked her lips, and his cock hardened past comfort.
Her dainty feet invited him to rub and enjoy the first squirm of tickle, the deep murmur of content, and the teasing interestin her eyes. Repeating the action on the other foot, he moved on to her calves. Marveling at the smooth, petal-soft skin, he took a minute to let the apple blossom scent rocket through him. Mixed with the musk of arousal, his senses rioted with hot, furious demand.
Cait threw her head back and closed her eyes. The tiny smile signaled enjoyment, but he had much more in mind. He rose and eased her back on the bed, ridding her of the rest of her clothes in whispered commands. He liked her loose and compliant.
Careful with his weight, he lay at her side and gazed into eyes deep with trust. He rewarded her with a gentle caress from collarbone to hip and pressed undemanding lips to hers. Intent on savoring, he found patience and kept teasing with fingers and mouth.
She sighed and squirmed. Her numb hand lay at her left side, but her right hand stroked his arm, sending heat crashing across his skin. He leaned closer and traced her lips with his tongue. Her mouth opened to him. They’d kissed like this before…but not like this – as if every emotion hung by a fuse ready to explode across the senses.
He eased back, staring into sultry eyes. “Cait?”
“Shh.” She lifted her head and molded her lips to his. Intimacy enticed and surged as the sensation of her exploring and tasting his mouth curled his toes. He swept a gentle hand from neck to hip, then returned to one perfectly round breast and covered it with his hand.
She dropped away from his mouth with a deep sigh leaving him space to move in. He took a nipple in his mouth, rolled and tasted the bud between his lips, tension riding his hard body.
Her moans and sighs led him to abandon her breast. He skimmed his mouth across her stomach, along her left hip, and to the hand laying at her side. Her gasp made him pause. Hereyes closed, emotion tight in her face. He skimmed his mouth on a return journey and focused on kissing her again.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She lifted her lips, begging for another kiss.
He kissed her eyelids instead. “Honey, tell me.”
Her ragged breath came in a soft puff against his mouth, and she opened her eyes revealing anguish there. “It been so long since we were last together, and in between, I almost died.”
He kissed her hard to stop the words. “Shh, we made it back, and we’re going to celebrate. I’m so glad you took a chance on me.”
“As if I wouldn’t, but I don’t like my scars. I want them to disappear.”
He stopped her again with another wet, deep kiss. “Scars. Let’s see if I can count them. Bet I have more than you.” He shushed her when she tried to object and gently pushed back the hair at her temple. The two-inch scar needed tender loving care. He gently kissed his way down the fine line. “One.”
She shook her head, laughter escaping her mouth. “You do have more, but I’m still in injury anxiety. I want to be sexy for you.”
“Sexy? Honey, you step near me, and I can’t think. That’s sexy.” He skimmed his mouth along her chin and across her soft neck, gratified to hear her moan again.
“Two, three, four…” he counted. A kiss for each scar on her reconstructed shoulder followed. “You know what I remember most about our time together?”
She shook her head. Skin and nerves came alive as she stroked her fingers across his back.
