“Hotels are nice, too,” she whispered, then sighed as he skimmed his fingers across the tip of her nipple. Even through the heavy sweater she wore, she felt the heat of his touch and knew she’d have gone anywhere with him.
“Our first ‘date’ was at a campfire, remember?” he teased.
“Some date. You were trying to get rid of me.”
“Nope, I was trying to keep my hands off you,” he confessed. “Now, I don’t have to.”
Daisy looked at her gold wedding band in the firelight and when it winked at her, she smiled in appreciation. “It was a nice wedding, wasn’t it?”
He sighed, dropped his forehead to hers and said, “Yeah, yeah, it was. Almost worth what you, Maura, Maggie and Bella put us all through for the past month getting the camp ready for the wedding.”
Daisy laughed and snaked both arms around his middle. “Almost? Almost?”
Jericho grinned at her and couldn’t imagine his life without her. She’d brought him closer to his family. She’d eased his mind, his heart, and she’d opened up his soul to the possibilities of real love. He’d spend the rest of his life thanking whatever kind fates had sent her to him.
“Definitely worth it,” he amended.
“Oh, and Maggie told me that Justice has some ideas about how we can open up the camp to inner-city kids…”
Yep, she’d brought a lot of changes, he thought and smiled as he watched her animated features brightening at the idea of a new challenge. She was the perfect woman for him. If he could just get her to stop talking.
Being a military man, he used diversionary tactics, sliding one hand up under the hem of her sweater to cup her breast. “Oh, my…”
“Talk later?”
“You bet. But, Jericho,” she sighed as he stroked his thumb across her nipple, “there’s just one more thing you should know about me.”
“Hmm? What’s that?”
“I really don’t like camping,” she whispered.
“Bet I can change your mind,” he said, smiling against her mouth.
“I don’t think so…”
He shifted, drawing her into the privacy of their tent, lifting the hem of her sweater and gliding his mouth along her skin to the swell of her breast.
“Okay,” she admitted, “maybe you can change my mind…”