Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 173733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 869(@200wpm)___ 695(@250wpm)___ 579(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 173733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 869(@200wpm)___ 695(@250wpm)___ 579(@300wpm)
“Yes,” she says before I can finish. “Yes to anything you can finish that sentence with. Yes, I know how freaked out you were when you heard about Debbie. Yes, I know how angry you are. Yes, I know how worried you are about us and yes, I know you still have to do your job and it’s tormenting you right now. Should I go on?”
I don’t know how any two people can know each other like we do. I stand up taking her with me, and again my mood shifts. I don’t want to press Cat to do more with me than she’s ever done. Not now. Now with people downstairs, and time ticking. I don’t need to make her prove her trust. That’s another mistake. It’s unfair. She’s not on trial. I untie her hands and toss away the binding. I just want to make love to my wife. I cup her face and her hands go to my hands.
I kiss her and back her up against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window and I turn her to face it, pressing her hands to the glass. Mine go beside hers, and together, we’re right here, above the city, in control of our world, the way we always are when we’re here in this place. My hands caress up and down her waist and gently tease her nipples. She moans, and I cup her breasts, molding them to my hands and she leans into me, lifting her face, offering me her mouth.
I kiss her, and this time it’s one-part tenderness and one-part burning, barely-contained passion. “Don’t move yet,” I whisper, a soft command as I stroke her cheek and then release her.
She stands there, hands on the glass, gorgeous as fuck, her skin perfect, her ass even more perfect, and that’s trust, too. Letting me look at her. Letting me stand behind her when she has no idea what comes next. I undress and I’m back to her without delay, my hand settling on her belly, my lips finding her shoulder, teeth scraping the delicate skin there. She breathes out, a trembling, delicate breath, and I brush her hair over her shoulder, my lips finding her neck, the way I plan to find every sensitive spot on her body before this night is over. Many now, before we go downstairs, back into the flames of hell. My hands drag down her shoulders and back up over her breasts.
I go down on one knee, settling at her side, my hand on her backside, and the other on her belly. I squeeze her cheek and then slide my fingers lower, teasing her clit, while my teeth scrape her hip. She gives me one of those moans I’m after and I want more. I turn her to face me as I rotate to stand in front of her, but I don’t press my lips to that most intimate part of her. Not yet. I press my lips to her belly and when I look at up Cat, I’m almost certain I find tears in her eyes.
Chapter fifty-six
Reese
The tears in Cat’s eyes undo me. Cat isn’t a crier. For her to do so now is significant and it’s because of me. I push to my feet and cup her face, stroking tears from her eyes. “God, woman, I do not want to make you cry. Ever. Any emotions that create tears is not what I ever want you to feel.”
“I know that,” she says, her hands going to my face. “I’m not myself today. If I wasn’t in my current condition I’d handle it better.”
“You’re sick and I’m trying to fuck you. Fuck.” I back up and take her with me, lowering her to the couch again on her back and settling at her side.
She rolls to face me. “I want you to fuck me, Reese. I want to feel close to you right now. I need that, too, just like you.” She tangles her fingers in my hair. “So can we—”
“You were crying, Cat.” I say. “We do not need to do this.”
“I need it. Please ignore the tears. I’ve just never considered not being with you and—”
I roll her to her back, settling on top of her. “You’re considering not being with me?”
“No. No. I just had these few random thoughts that amounted to how badly you could hurt me. How badly you can hurt me.”
“You could hurt me just as badly. That’s part of love and marriage. We could, but we won’t because we love each other. Because we’re best friends. Because there is no reality where we aren’t us and us is our reality.”
“Kiss me, now,” she orders. “Kiss me now and—”
My mouth closes down on hers, and I swear she breathes out and into the kiss as if it’s a relief. As if for some reason, until this kiss, she still wasn’t sure we are okay and I don’t know how to make that right. I deepen the kiss trying to let her taste how much I love her, how true every word I’ve spoken to her is, and as much as I want to kiss her all over, to take my time, I know Cat. The unknown is driving her crazy. She needs me inside her the way I need inside her and then we need to fix this, together. I cup her backside and lift her, the thick ridge of my erection pressing into the wet heat of her body, and this time, I think we both breathe into our kiss. This time, we’re connected, our bodies intimately joined, in a way we both need.