His frame absorbed it gladly and he felt like shouting in triumph.
Finally, for the first time in weeks, she gave him something.
Instead of shouting his triumph, he murmured, “Your home became The Point when Elaine moved your things into our room.”
She started to shift but he held her firm and moved over her to kiss the hinge of her jaw.
“But –” she began.
“You told me I’d have to explain what it meant when you agreed to moving your things to my room. Now, I’m explaining.”
“But –”
“It’s time to go home.”
“But –”
Jack was unrelenting. “This evening, we’re moving home.”
He shifted away, let her drop to her back but when she did, her eyes went to his shoulder then his throat then his ear.
Then she said, “Jack –”
He cut her off again by brushing his lips against her own before he whispered, “Now, poppet, we can make love or we can walk the dogs. Your choice.”
He watched close up as her eyes finally met his and she blinked.
“Make love?” she breathed.
Jack grinned and teased, “Is that your choice?”
Her eyes grew wide and her body, which had relaxed, went stiff again before she retorted sharply, “No!”
Undeterred, he nevertheless relented and, still grinning, he announced, “Then we’ll walk the dogs and then come back and make love.”
Her hands came to his chest and she gave a useless shove for Jack wasn’t going anywhere.
“We can’t make love,” she snapped.
“All right,” he replied and bent his head to nuzzle her neck. “If you’re not ready for that then I’ll make you come with my mouth and, after, if you feel up to it, you can do the same for me.”
She gave him another ineffective shove and demanded, “Get off!”
He ignored her and mused against her neck, nudging her earlobe with his nose, “Or maybe we can do it at the same time.”
Her hands stilled and she whispered, “Oh my goodness gracious.”
There it was. Another something.
Her words made him smile. His hand drifted from her waist upward and stopped by her breast, his thumb stroking the side.
She liked that. She’d always liked that. Very much. From their first night together he discovered how much she liked it.
She liked it no less now because her body melted under his and her hands slid up his chest so her fingers could curl on his shoulders.
Thank God, he was getting somewhere.
Not about to lose his advantage, his mouth slid over her jaw to touch hers.