she was impatient to
be out of the unromantic orange of the big-box store and to reach someplace
more private.
On the drive back to the new house, Caleb remained intensely
focused on the road. He gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned
white. Thick silence shrouded the cab of the truck. Two yellow lights and a
sharp turn into the driveway later, he brought his truck to a quick stop, then
killed the engine. His abruptness startled her a bit.
“Out of the car, Lottie.”
Suddenly, the swarm of butterflies in her stomach attacked.
It was one thing to ponder kissing a man when she was desperately out of
practice. After all, she had not kissed anyone since their second date. What
happened if things heated beyond a kiss? She was not twenty-one anymore. Her
body showed it. The thought of being naked in front of Caleb filled her with
anxiety.
But no denying that she had missed having a man’s touch.
Being with Eduardo had been a rush of love, but short on actual pleasure. They
had come to one another virgins, and the babies had come so quickly that they’d
had very little time for satisfying sex. They had spent the next years being
parents…and then a violent man had snuffed out Ed’s life. Gordon had been her
only other lover, and he had approached sex as he had everything
else—selfishly.
She suspected that being with Caleb would be totally
different. He might be a man of military precision, but he had the drive and
ambition to be successful at any endeavor he undertook. The thought that he
could give her true pleasure both excited and terrified her.
“Lottie?”
Whipping around toward his voice, she saw him standing at
the passenger door of the truck, holding it open and watching her with a
concerned expression.
She smiled and set her hand in his. Caleb gently tugged her
down and against his body. He was hard all over, his eyes narrow as he studied
her. His breathing fell in low pants on her face.
“Caleb?”
“Come with me,” he said finally and pulled her away from the
truck and up the walkway to the kids’ new front door.
With a press of his key fob, he locked the vehicle. Carlotta
looked over her shoulder as Caleb shoved the key in the lock and opened the
door to the house.
“Are we leaving everything in the truck?”
Caleb pulled her into the house and shut the door, then
backed her against the wall beside it. He settled every angle of his body to
her soft curves and cupped her cheek. “I’m trying like hell to go slow and not
scare you away again, but the way I want you…” He swallowed. “If you’re going
to say no, say it now, Lottie.”
She drew in a shocked breath and blinked up at him. The way
his fingers curled around her neck, the way those incredibly blue eyes delved
deep into her, the desire tightening his face…he would not stop with a kiss.
The Catholic girl in her said that a good female did not
have sex out of wedlock. The fifty-year-old woman whimpered that revealing
herself to a man as fit and beautiful as Caleb would be nothing short of
embarrassing. The hungry woman in her with thirty years of lackluster sex in
her past wanted to know just this once what it meant to splinter apart because
an experienced man had the patience and care to unravel her.
To hell with guilt and insecurity.
Caleb might be as subtle as a bulldozer and he might have
frightened her once, but she had grown stronger, more confident. Today, he had
proven himself competent of meaningful discussion. Over and over, he had shown
her that he respected her fears and feelings. If things between them did not
last and they still had to see one another at family gatherings…well, she would
cross that bridge then.
“Caleb,” she whispered, lacing her fingers around his neck,
pressing herself closer to his body and the erection she couldn’t possibly
miss. “Kiss me.”
Chapter 4
He did absolutely nothing for a long heartbeat, just
tightened his grip on her and stared down into