Caroline plucked one out and set it on the kitchen island, feeling relieved she didn’t need to go into detail. Jameson leaned into her, planting heated kisses down her body.
Caroline fumbled with the button of his jeans, loving the trace of hair, which disappeared beyond his waistband.
Jameson’s thumbs hooked into her panties, and he slid them down her legs. He stopped and moved to her thigh, pulling the blade Victoria gave her from its sheath.
His eyes widened while she smothered her laughter.
“Did Victoria give you this?” he asked, peering at her.
“Yes, she told me to always keep it on me. We spent her last week teaching me which parts to aim for on the body,” she explained. “I’ve gotten used to wearing it and completely forgot.”
Jameson marveled at the piece of steel for a minute before setting it on the counter and removing the sheath from her thigh.
“Maybe it’s I who needs to be afraid of you,” he said, arching his brow.
Giggling, she pulled him closer and stuck out her lower lip into a pout.
“I promised Victoria not to use it in anger. She said she only did it once to Ivan, and he punished her with multiple orgasms. I’m not sure the punishment fits the crime,” she mused. “I might try it and see. First, I need to test out your SEAL abilities. They didn’t meet the standard earlier.”
“Ha,” he chuckled. “It seems I’m getting challenged.”
Caroline hesitated. “I don’t know if I can do this lying down. I’m not scared, but I don’t want to send you into hysterics.”
“Me? In hysterics,” he repeated. “It’s the only emotion I’m not feeling right now,” he said, stroking her long blonde hair. His hands slid to the back of her bra, and he undid the clasps. Caroline reached for the strap and slid it down her arm, whilekeeping her gaze on him. His eyes smoldered with heat as she tossed it on the floor.
“Your turn,” she said, reaching for his jeans. Pulling down the zipper, she pushed them off his hips and tugged them down. Jameson stepped out of his shoes, shucked off his clothes, and sent her a crooked grin.
“Now, it’s my turn,” he murmured. Her breath quickened as he traced her golden mound. Slowly rising, he picked her up, grabbed the towel wrapped over the stove handle, and set it on the kitchen island before placing her on it. Pressing gently on her chest, he lay her on the cool counter.
“I don’t think you needed the towel,” she said, sighing from the chill as her body grew warmer.
Jameson pulled the towel, making her slide to the edge. “I beg to differ.” Pulling a chair from the table, he sat and parted her thighs, revealing her. His finger parted her and slid inside her silky heat. Caroline sucked in her breath.
“Oh, it feels good,” she moaned. “I dreamt about you touching me, but it doesn’t compare.”
He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. “What else did you dream about?”
“Let me show you,” she murmured, sitting up.
“No. I’m not done,” he said, pressing against her.
“You can’t do this to me,” she said. “Not yet. I won’t risk you because I’m…”
His other finger lifted her chin. “Finish that sentence, and I’ll turn you over and tan your hide,” he growled, rising above her.
Caroline kissed him. He seemed to know every thought running through her head. “Let’s make a deal. When we get the all clear, you can play to your heart’s content.”
“I’ll hold you to your promise,” he vowed.
She shot him a smirk as she kissed his chest, right above his heart.
“I wish my kiss chased away all the pain in there and somehow made you see how truly special you are,” she whispered. “You’ve changed my life.”
“You blew mine up. I don’t think I’ve ever felt as helpless when I couldn’t find you. I worried what Cain might do to you if he figured out you told me Rebecca’s possible whereabouts.”
Caroline slid from the counter. She knelt, pulling his underwear off, and stared intensely at his cock.
“Wow. You didn’t say anything about having your own anchor. Do you use it as your weapon?” she asked, innocently.
