The minutes flew by without him noticing, because he was already imagining every way he wanted to have her before they went their separate ways. Maybe if he screwed her every which way and sideways he’d get her out of his system at last. But he knew that was just bluster on his part. He couldn’t imagine ever getting his fill.Somehow, she’d beaten him to her place. Cait stood in the doorway, gave him a glance over her shoulder, and walked inside, already stripping. He hurried out of the car, sure she’d be nude and the whole world would get an eyeful because she sure as hell didn’t look like she gave a damn.Stepping through the door, he slammed it closed behind him and followed the trail of her clothes into the living room.She sat on the edge of the couch, just inside, her chest bare. Her pretty rosy-brown nipples were flushed a deeper shade, and the tips were hard and jutting.Sam’s mouth watered. Feeling as though a fist closed around his balls, his hands got clumsy as he rushed to catch up.
