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He snorted. “I’ve been looking forward to this sort of excitement for days.” He unlocked the door and reached for the handle. “On three.”
“One, two…”
He whipped the door open and Bronte held out her arms. Sure enough, her loving pet leaped right at her face. Actually, she was pretty sure he was going for Jace because of the angle of his leap, but she managed to catch the ball of fluff anyway.
He purred in her arms, and she buried her face in his fur. “He likes me again.”
“He never stopped, sweetness.” Jace issued a chuckle and closed the door. She waited to hear all three locks click into place and wasn’t disappointed.
When he turned his attention to the cat in her arms, Hemingway lifted his head and meowed in Jace’s face.
She laughed. “I think he’s telling you off for abandoning him.”
“He was fine for a few days alone, weren’t you, buddy? Probably slept sixteen hours a day and played with your hair tie the rest of the time.”
She giggled at the image he painted in her head. “Let’s see what kind of trouble you really got into.” With her arms full of cat, she walked into the kitchen. His food and water dishes were still full and he’d shoved most of the brown fish-shaped pellets to all four corners of the space.
“Well, all looks right in this world.” Her words rang with a heavy silence.
Jace’s hand on her shoulder made her turn. His eyes were blazing. “You’ve had a hell of a week.”
Shifting the heavy cat to one arm, she pressed her hand against Jace’s chest. His heart was thumping so hard and fast. What was putting him into overdrive?
He covered her hand with his and stared down at her. Lines of fatigue edged his eyes, but even that just made him look as though he’d spent months squinting into the sunset while he drove cattle across rolling fields.
Someday she’d like to see where he lived. Only she was too nervous to bring up the topic of an…after.Sure, they’d both dropped hints about continuing whatever was going on between them, but with Angelica going through major surgery, then squaring everything up with the WEST team, the policeandthe FBI, there hadn’t been much time for more.
And somehow on the ride from Napa to San Francisco, neither of them had brought it up.
He slowly raised his hand to cup her cheek. Her eyes fluttered shut.
“I think Hemingway feels loved enough for a while.” He took the cat from her arms and put his hands on her again.
A coo crossed her lips as he awakened every nerve in her body with a simple hand on her spine and one on her breast.
“I want you, Bronte with a diaeresis.”
She sucked in a gasp. He’d remembered.
“In that big bed of yours with your hands clutching the bars on the headboard while I lick and suck every inch of you.”
A shiver of need ran through her. Unable to stop herself, she rocked toward him, lips upraised for his kiss.
He slammed his mouth over hers in a fiery need that brought liquid heat between her thighs. As he swung her into his arms, she sank her hands into his thick hair and dragged him down. The pulse in her pussy raised soft moans from her, and he answered with deep growls.
When they reached her bed, true to his word, he spread her out on the mattress. Starting at her feet, he pulled off her shoes.
“You know I hate these.”
She giggled. “Too noisy for you, dear?”
He narrowed his eyes on hers. “You know me well.”
Her heart hitched. “Do I?” How well could she know any man after a mere week?
“You know how my cock feels stretching you.” He dropped both shoes to the floor and lowered his lips to one ankle. White heat spread up her calf and straight to her core. Her insides flexed with desire.
“I…might need to feel it a lot more to know itreallywell,” she rasped.
