“No.” The answer was obvious to me. I had been going at her pace because I cared a lot about her. She was special to me, and every time we were together that feeling inside me just got larger.
She kissed me, and every responsible thought I had left the room. My hands went to her waist. Hers slid into my hair. Our lips tangled, and our tongues came out to play, turning the heat up inside me fast. I wanted her to know this wasn’t just sex to me. Then she rolled her hips against mine, and my grip tightened.
“Catherine,” I warned.
“I’m sure, Hunter. I want you inside me.”
I closed my eyes for half a second. This woman. This impossible, stubborn, reckless, beautiful woman. I stood with her in my arms.
She gasped and grabbed my neck. “Hunter.”
“I’ve got you,” I said as if it were a promise. I kissed her once, hard. “Argue with me later.”
I carried her to my bedroom because I wanted to feel the weight of choosing her. Because if this was a mistake, it was one I was done pretending I didn’t want. I laid her on my bed, and for a second, I just looked at her.
“I know we haven’t figured out what we’re doing. I know it’s complicated. I know your father might murder me and your mother might help hide the body.”
That got a shaky smile out of her.
“I want you, Catherine Celia, because you’re a kind, caring, beautiful woman with such a good heart.”
Her eyes shone.
“I want you too, Hunter. I’ve never been with a man like you before. I’ve never felt so comfortable and cared for before.”
“That’s what I want, baby,” I said.
I kissed her slowly. I took my time learning the shape of her mouth again. The small sound she made when my hand slid beneath her shirt. The way her back arched when my thumb brushed the underside of her breast. I undressed her piece by piece, watching her watch me, both of us quiet in a way that felt more intimate than the dirty things we’d already done. When her shirt came off, I kissed her shoulder. When her bra followed, I kissed the spot just above her heart. She trembled.
“You okay?” I asked.
“More than okay.” Her fingers tightened in my hair. “Don’t stop.”
I kissed my way down her body, taking the time I’d promised her two nights ago. Her stomach tightened under my mouth. Her hands tugged at my shirt, impatient, and I let her pull it over my head. The second her palms touched my chest, I feltit everywhere. I took off the rest of her clothes, then mine, and when I came back over her, skin to skin, she sucked in a breath.
“Hunter.”
“I know.”
I moved down her body, sucking on each of her nipples as her fingers tangled in my hair.
“Hunter,” she said. I loved the way she moaned my name.
“I got you, baby.” I licked her nipple and moved to the other. She was pressing against my cock, needing friction, and I lowered my finger and circled her clit. “So wet for me.”
“Yes,” she hissed. Her head tilted back, and she reached down and took hold of my cock. She began to pump me. “I can’t wait to have you inside me.”
“I’m trying to take my time with you, Catherine,” I said.
She moaned. I slid a finger inside her and felt her clench around me. She reached up and began kissing my neck.
“How do you want me, baby? Do you want to ride me? Do you want me to take you from behind?” I kept circling her clit and then pumping inside her with my finger.
“I want it all, Hunter,” she said, lost to lust.
That pulled a smile out of me. I watched her unraveling. Watched her give herself over to the lust, to me. I reached for the condom in my nightstand.
“Let me help you with that,” she said.