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atherine couldn’t think straight, could barely breathe as Dean moved to lie on top of her and pressed his lips to the pulse in her neck. “Oh, yeah,” she moaned, digging her fingers into his mass of dark hair to hold him firm while he suckled her skin. She ached to feel those lips and that tongue lower. So much lower.
As if she’d spoken the thought aloud, Dean inched downward, touching off several spasms as he went. When his tongue flicked over one hard nipple, Catherine nearly shot off the bed. She forgot her misgivings. All her worries about what a huge mistake she was making vanished. Her body only craved Dean’s touch. It’d been so long since she’d let herself go. Since she’d tossed caution to the wind. And it’d been way too long since she’d derived any real pleasure from a man.
With slow, sweeping movements, designed to drive her wild no doubt, Dean ran his tongue back and forth over her areola, then he sucked her nipple into his warm mouth and savored it. He hummed in satisfaction, and the raspy vibration of his voice tormented her oversensitive skin further. His hands on either side of her body effectively pinned her to the bed. She was surrounded by his lethal strength, and she reveled in it.
While he switched to her other breast, Catherine marveled at his patience; he appeared to have great stores of it. Dean seemed to be settling in for a Thanksgiving feast with the way he laved at her skin and toyed with all her hot spots.
As she urged him lower with a tug on his hair, Dean obliged by moving his loving torture south. Her body knew what was coming and reacted with a flow of moisture to her pussy. God, every inch of her seemed ready for him to take her.
“Please, Dean,” she shamelessly begged.
A grunt was her only indication that he’d even heard her plea. Every inch of skin he encountered received a kiss until by the time he had reached his destination, Catherine was on fire.
He sat back on his haunches and stared down at her naked body. “You’re beautiful, you know.”
She could barely think, let alone speak. A quivery “thank you” was all she could muster.
Dean passed a hand over his face and grumbled, “Damn it. Wade’s right, I never should’ve touched you. I should’ve kept my distance. You’re way too nice for someone like me.”
Okay, that brought her back to reality. Catherine reached down and smoothed a palm over his thick hair. “You aren’t exactly a loser, Dean. And I’m not here against my will either.”
Dean cupped her mound in his palm. “Whatever,” he said, “All I know is I’m not stopping now.”
“Thank goodness for that.” She tried to maintain her cool composure, but when his middle finger found its way through her curls and sank all the way to the knuckle inside her heat, she gave up any pretense of control over her own body.
“Mmm, just look at you.” He groaned. “This hot, wet pussy needs to come, and I’m going to seriously enjoy hearing you scream when you do.”
When a second finger joined the first, Catherine succumbed to the passion riding her body. Her hips began to move, matching his pumping rhythm, and her blood flowed hot in her veins. Dean thrust his fingers in and out several times. Catherine moaned. When he brought both digits all the way out, she wanted to beg him to come back, but her words died in her throat as she watched him suck her juices off.
“Tangy,” he whispered. “And so damn delicious.”
As he spread her legs wider and dipped his head between her thighs, teasing her clit with his tongue, Catherine arched upward and cried out his name.
“Fuck, yeah, sweetheart,” he mumbled against her mound, then all at once Dean was there, holding her down with an arm over her stomach, while he sipped at her pussy.
Catherine writhed under his pleasurable assault, but when his tongue dipped in and out, she was swept into a different plane of existence. He suckled her clit and she lost control, bucking wildly beneath him. Dean nibbled and flicked it several times with the tip of his tongue until Catherine burst apart, shouting out her orgasm as her come flowed into his mouth.
Neither of them moved for several seconds after her orgasm ended, as little aftershocks kept her on the very edge.
When Dean lifted his head, Catherine heard him curse. Her eyes drifted open and their gazes met. “You’re so damn hot,” he growled.
Catherine couldn’t respond, didn’t know how. No one had ever said something so sexy to her. The words were short and succinct, but it was all Dean and she loved it. As Dean swept his rough palms over her breasts, praising her body with his touches, Catherine climbed the cliff of desire all over again. Her legs trembled and her pussy throbbed for Dean’s touch.
He moved and grabbed a condom. After he ripped the wrapper and rolled it down his thick erection, he covered her with his large, powerful frame. “Wrap those silky legs around my waist, pretty Catherine.” She immediately complied, lifting and bringing them closer together. “That’s good,” Dean said against the shell of her ear. She felt him inch his way into her tight heat. He moved slowly at first, a little at a time to allow her body to become accustomed to his size, until he was fully imbedded inside her pussy.
“Oh, God,” she groaned.
He stilled, every muscle going rigid. “Too much?”
“No!” Catherine tightened her legs around his waist, keeping him firmly inside her. “Please don’t stop now. You feel . . .” Catherine left the statement hanging, unable to describe the incredible pleasure-pain of his cock stretching and filling her.
“No way in hell,” he promised, as he moved gently in and out. “Son of a bitch, you feel good. So tight and hot,” he said, then he moved back, sitting on his heels. “Lift up for me. I want to suck your nipples.”
Catherine pushed herself upward and wrapped her arms around his neck to keep from falling back to the bed. Now she was practically sitting in Dean’s lap, his cock seated deep. When Dean leaned forward and sucked one peak then the other, Catherine surrendered and smashed her tits against his face. Dean bit her nipple and laved at each one with slow precision, deriving several whimpers from her.
“Reach down and make yourself come,” he quietly ordered. “Do it now, sweetheart. I won’t have the control to hold myself back much longer.”
Catherine rose up and down on his shaft, fucking him slowly, leisurely, then she slipped her right hand between their bodies and began playing with her clitoris, flicking and tugging the swollen button over and over. As her orgasm began to build, Dean pulled out all the way, then he wrapped his hands around her waist and shoved her onto his engorged length once more. “Yeah, that’s what I need. God, I love the way your body wraps around my dick. So tight. So mine.”
Catherine’s blood raced and her legs tightened around his hips as she continued to rub and pump her clit. Once. Twice. Her pussy clenched. It was too much. It was all she needed, all she could take. Throbs turned to spasms as Catherine moaned and threw her head backward, coming apart and shattering into a million pieces once more. Dean was right there with her as he shouted her name and found his own release. Hot come filled the condom as his cock pulsed and emptied into her limp body.
By the time Dean loosened his hold on her, Catherine had come back to earth. He placed a kiss to her forehead and cheeks, and Catherine melted a little more. “You’re amazing,” he said as he took hold of her head on both sides. “You make me crazy.”
Catherine didn’t know how to respond. Crazy didn’t seem so much like a good thing to her. And she was too exhausted to bother removing herself from Dean’s firm embrace. She wanted to ask him to explain his statement, but she just couldn’t muster the strength.
Instead she opted to kiss him. He quickly took over, slipping his tongue into her mouth and angling her head for a better fit. His hands sifted through her hair and held her still for his intimate invasion. Catherine tasted his warmth and masculinity. It was a flavor she wanted on her tongue over and over again. She was afraid she would crave his flavor now.
Lifting away, his hands still wrapped in her hair, Dean said, “What you do to me . . . it’s not like anything else. I don’t know what it is, and putting my feelings into words is sort of foreign to me. All I know is that it’s unique.”
Was Dean saying he cared for her? Catherine was much too afraid to hope, so instead she blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Sex, Dean. It was great, but is it really any more than that?”
He was silent, staring at her with eyes that saw way too much. She looked away, unable to face the awful truth. That he enjoyed her body but may never trust her enough to want more from her.
“It’s more than sex.”
The hard tone of his voice had Catherine swinging her head back around. His eyes had gone cold. Great, she’d made him angry. Worse, she didn’t know what to say. Her emotions were all mixed up when it came to this man. Unable to think straight, Catherine lifted off his lap and went into an adjoining room, hoping it was a bathroom. She flicked a switch on the wall and saw a faucet. At least she’d gotten one thing right.
Catherine closed the door and looked around the room. Beige walls, double black sinks, and recessed lighting. The natural slate tile around the tub and inside the shower only added to the character and class of the room. She’d noticed the warmth of the tiled floor beneath her bare feet and wondered if it was heated. As she stared longingly at the huge Jacuzzi-style tub, Catherine wished she could take a long, hot soak. But she was too anxious and uncertain. Instead she opted for a quick washup.
Her hair was a wreck, and she had red splotches all over her skin from Dean’s touches and kisses. She looked . . . thoroughly loved. She shook her head and left the bathroom, but when she came back into the bedroom, Dean was already sprawled out on the bed with the covers up to his waist. She wanted to join him, but was she supposed to do that? This was her first one-night stand and she didn’t know the rules.
Catherine crossed her arms over her breasts, suddenly feeling very naked. “I suppose I should go home,” she offered.
Dean watched her in silence for a few seconds before extending a hand to her. “Stay,” he said, his voice low and rough.
She couldn’t discern his mood and she wasn’t sure staying was a great idea, but she really didn’t want the evening to end either. When she crossed the room and slipped under the covers, Dean reached over and turned off the light. A long time passed, neither of them talking or touching, and Catherine felt hollow and cold. She wanted him to hold her. She wanted to feel his warmth surrounding her. To sleep in his arms, his strength and heat enfolding her in a safe cocoon.
Suddenly, Catherine felt an arm around her middle as Dean effortlessly dragged her across the expanse separating them. He pulled her into his body, her back against his chest and slung one muscled thigh over her legs. “You’re a stubborn woman, Catherine Michaels, and I have a feeling you’re going to turn my world upside down.”
Catherine’s eyes burned with unshed tears, and her voice shook when she admitted, “It wasn’t just sex to me either.”
Dean’s lips brushed the back of her head. “Sleep for now, sweetheart. We’ll figure this thing out, I promise.”
Catherine didn’t bother to dispute him, even though she knew firsthand that to believe in a promise was like buying into false advertising. The consumer always ended up the loser.