CHAPTER THREE
Jim pulled up in front of Iris's soon to be vacant town home. They would be going through the process of combining their households. Iris had already rented her town home to Kacee, who would be moving in promptly. She and the young detective had quickly become fast friends, Iris counting her as close as she did Sara and Catherine.
Iris heard Jim come through the front door, as Durante and Cyrano whined and begged for attention. They seemed to sense the coming changes, but Brass had made it clear the dogs would stay. Package deal he'd told Iris.
Brass was greeted by Iris with a hug and a peck on the cheek, but he in turn gave her a long, lingering kiss as he pressed her against the wall. He marveled at the response he generated in her. This kiss was leading them somewhere he wanted to go, and go now.
However, Iris reluctantly pulled back, looking up at Jim with her chocolate-brown eyes. She'd started wearing contacts recently, and Jim liked her better without glasses. "I want to now, I really do, but can we wait just a bit longer?" she said huskily as she nuzzled him, and butterfly-kissed his cheek lovingly.
"Woman, you don't know how hard...and I mean HARD...it is to wait," he said with a soft groan. "But you're worth it and tonight will prove that." Jim gave her another long, searching kiss, reveling in how she reacted to him. Iris gently nibbled on his lower lip. If she didn't stop now, there'd be no turning back.
"Sorry, lover, couldn't resist, you're too yummy!" Iris said with a sly grin. Brass had been called different things during an intimate encounter, but never yummy before and just felt his heart flip-flop, at this delightful woman in his arms, who never ceased to amaze him in how she gave herself to him.
"Yeah, well, it's gonna be 'hard' driving to the wedding chapel in my current condition," Brass quipped.
"My stuff's ready to go. Kacee will drop off the dogs at the boarding place for us." Iris said, laughingly.
Jim held the door for Iris, and then hurried to his side to drive on to the wedding chapel. He just couldn't help it; his mind was in honeymoon mode.