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)
She opens the door, looking adorable in pink pajamas, with her blonde hair in disarray. “You should be sleeping,” she says. “Why are you not in bed?”
I’m already hot and hard from just seeing her, but the minute I hear her voice, as insane as it sounds, I’m over the edge. I want to feel her close, her breasts in my hands, and my cock buried inside her. And damn, I want those soft moans she makes. I drop my bag, and step into her, hands on her waist as I walk her into the foyer of her apartment and kick the door shut. “I told you I was going to need to fuck when I got back. And I do.” I tangle my fingers in her hair. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“Only the part where you want to but haven’t yet.”
I kiss her, my mouth closing down on hers, my tongue pressing past her teeth, stroking her until she rewards me with one of those moans I craved every minute I was apart from her. That sound undoes me all over again, and nothing undoes me but this woman. I’m suddenly so damn ravenous for Cat that nothing else exists but one goal: More of this woman. I deepen the kiss, drinking her in, demanding everything she holds back. I undress her in between kisses, touching her everywhere I can touch her in the process, and it’s not even close to enough.
“Damn it, woman, you are making me crazy,” I murmur, this hunger inside me for Cat damn near painful. I press her against the wall, my fingers sliding between her legs, stroking the wet heat of her sex.
She pants and I swallow the sound, licking into her mouth, the hint of toothpaste in her mouth ridiculously sexy. She tugs at my shirt and I pull it over my head. By the time I’ve tossed it away, she’s dealt with my zipper and is closing her hand around my cock. Fuck. I need to fuck. I lift her leg, and between the two of us, my cock presses inside her. I cup her sweet little ass, and her legs wrap my waist. I thrust into her and pull her down on top of me. She clings to my shoulders, and I wrap my arms around her waist.
“I have you, Cat,” I say, and those green eyes of hers meet mine, and I know the minute she understands: I want her trust. She nods as if I’ve asked for it with words, and she leans backward, taking more of me, rising to me as I thrust into her, her beautiful breasts swaying between us. She watches me, too, like I am her, and that connection between us is there, burning a path between us. We are moving again, her driving down against me, me thrusting into each push she delivers. I’m on edge, almost there, when she suddenly leans forward, burying her face in my neck, and I can feel her fighting what comes next. But I don’t let her.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” I murmur. “Give me what I want.”
And what I want is to feel her clenching me, trembling in my arms, and that is exactly what happens. She tumbles into orgasm and I drive into her until I’m going there, too. I thrust one last time and nothing else exists. There is just me, her, and the quake of our bodies.
I come back to reality with my legs burning, and the two of us holding on to one another, breathing together. Somehow, my pants are still in place. “Where’s the bathroom?”
“The door right next to us,” she says.
I walk us in there and set her on the white and red checked vanity, slipping her a towel to clean up. I quickly return to the hallway and bring her my shirt. She tosses the towel, and I help her with my shirt before pressing my hands to the counter on either side of her. “Good morning.”
She blushes a pretty pink. “Good morning.” She touches my face. “I can’t believe you came here.”
“I can’t believe you thought I’d go any other place, Cat. Take me to your bed.”
“You need to be in your own house and your own bed. Tomorrow is court. You need the familiar.”
“Come home with me.”
“You need to sleep. We won’t sleep.”
“Sweetheart, we just fucked. I can sleep a few hours, I promise you.”
“Is that the way to put you to sleep?”
“Every night,” I say. “Are you up for the challenge?”
She laughs. “I think you’re trying to fuck me out of your system.”
It’s a joke, but there’s a serious undertone. “Here’s what I say to you on that, Cat. I can, you should let me, and I should let you do the same. And then when we fail, we’ll talk about what comes next. Deal?”