When the song on the radio switched to 'Angel of the Morning,' an image of Caitlin flashed into Jack's head. He envisioned her with a mischievous smile, her naked body wrapped in his light blue sheets, tousled red curls spilling over her bare shoulders and illuminated into fire by the sunlight that peeked through the small window of the RV's bedroom -- the angel of his morning. This vision was so vivid that he could see the way the golden sunlight would draw out the gold flecks in her brilliant green eyes, and he could almost feel her soft, warm body pressing up against his side.
"Jack?" Though she spoke quietly, he was jerked out of his fantasy bed and back into reality -- sitting in the kitchen booth next to her, the dim overhead light of the RV chasing away the dark, rainy night outside. He suddenly realized that his erection was straining against his jeans almost painfully, forcing him to be aware of the power and depth of his desire for this beautiful young woman.
"Yes," he answered hoarsely, his voice thick with the passion that was quickly consuming him, bringing him to the point of no return. The point where he must surely take her into his arms or perish. He studied her face intently -- her soft, pink lips slightly parted with anticipation, the spattering of freckles across her nose, her bright emerald eyes wide with innocence. When she shifted forward slightly, his arm that was draped across the top of the seat brushed her shoulder, and it was as if he could no longer breathe. He was frozen in place by the feel of her body, the perfection of her skin, the connection of their two bodies.
"Jack." Spoken as a statement, it broke the spell her touch had cast upon him. The point of no return had been reached. He brought her to him as if there was no other place she belonged, kissing her with all of the explosive passion that had been building in him ever since he spotted her coppery curls through the RV's windshield in the rain-soaked night. There was no holding back, no point in resisting or restraining any longer, and he claimed her mouth with his own, his tongue exploring her lips, her mouth, caressing her own tongue. He stroked her fiery red curls with his hand, burying his hand in her hair as he cupped her neck to devour her mouth more fully. When it seemed her shock wore off, and she moved her tongue back against him, he couldn't resist gently sucking it into his mouth. He felt a guttural moan in the back of her throat, and he knew that he needed to have her, all of her, immediately.
Breaking the kiss, he pulled back slightly as both of them gasped for breath. Her wide green eyes were staring at him with shock, wonder, and desire mixed together. His arm still around her shoulders, he felt her tremble slightly. He was shaken as well, barely able to think, certainly unable to form sentences, so he said the only two words that were currently echoing in his head.
"Bedroom. Now."
Caitlin's eyes widened. Jack stood up, took her hand in his, and led her back through the kitchen of the RV to the bedroom. Closing the door behind her, he stood next to the bed in the small bedroom, staring at her with anticipation. He reached forward, stroked her soft cheek gently, tenderly, and brushed her curls away from her face. Her green eyes were still wide, locked on his as her lips parted slightly. Letting out a soft groan at this irresistible temptation, he pulled her to him, kissing her deeply as he wrapped his arms around her, running his hands up her slender back. Her hands timidly crept around his waist, clinging to him as she drowned in his kiss.
Pulling back slightly, he studied her face as he commanded, "Tell me what you want." He wanted to hear from her own lips that she was as passionate about him as he was about her, and he didn't want to coerce her into anything she didn't want to do.
She lowered her eyes shyly, blushing slightly as she said in a soft voice, "I want you."
Intuitively sensing that the young woman wanted him to take charge, he took one of her hands and placed it on the crotch of his jeans so that she could feel his throbbing erection. "Tell me what you want," he repeated.
She gasped softly, her cheeks flushed, and her emerald eyes darkened with desire. "I want you inside of me," she said, a little louder.
He groaned again at this admission, dropping her hand and reaching for the bottom of her shirt so that he could pull it over her head. She raised her hands obediently, and he yanked off her top impatiently, tossing it behind her. Her breasts were concealed by a royal blue bra that matched her shirt, the rich color beautifully contrasting with her pale skin. Light freckles were spattered along her collarbone, enhancing her beauty even more. He stared at her openly, admiringly, entranced by her youthful beauty. She started to raise her arms to cover her chest shyly, and he stopped her.
"Let me see how beautiful you are," he said softly. She nodded slightly, holding her breath. With painstaking care, he reached down and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped her khaki pants. He could see a hint of the royal blue panties that matched her bra and he groaned with desire. She kicked off her shoes and socks as he slid her pants down her slender hips, and she stepped out of the khakis carefully. The soft, creamy skin of her legs mesmerized him, and he bent down to run his hands slowly up the outside of her legs, feeling her smoothness. When his hands reached her hips, he ran them up her back to her bra clasp and undid it without hesitation. Gently pulling off her bra, his breath caught at the sight of her beautiful breasts. Perfect for her petite frame, they were full, perky, topped with soft pink nipples that matched her lips. He leaned forward to lay a gentle kiss on her right nipple, and she moaned quietly.
Wrapping his arms around her, he picked her up and lay her down tenderly on the bed. He found himself being gentler with her than he had ever been with a woman. 'I'm starting to really care about her,' he thought, with some kind of wonder. He unhurriedly kicked off his shoes, peeled off his clothes, and joined her on the bed in his boxers. Her eyes were wide as they drank in his body, muscled and hard from years of training in the police force. Her gaze lingered on the tent that had formed in his boxers. He boldly took her hand again and put it on his erection, causing her to gasp softly.
"Is this what you want?" he asked hoarsely. Her eyelids fluttered closed with desire as her small fingers wrapped around his cock through his boxers. He moaned, feeling her grip him tightly, her lust evident.
