Catch - Deborah Bladon Page 0,57

be a slow striptease, but it’s pushing me closer to the edge already. My hands are trailing over my stomach. The need in my core is so intense that I’m tempted to slide my hand into my lace panties and bring myself to orgasm.

I watch his chest move on a deep exhale when he pushes his pants, and then his boxer briefs down.

My gaze travels over his body, stopping to admire how hard he is already. I bite my lip to ward off the moan that’s trying to escape.

He drops his hands on the bed. “Tell me you want me, Maren.”

I nod.

“Tell me,” he orders as he climbs on the bed.

His legs edge between mine. I feel the brush of his cock against my bare skin.

“I want you,” I whisper.

He stops. “Say it again.”

“I want you,” I mewl. “So much.”

His head dips, and I almost scream when I feel his lips skim over my thigh. “Spread your legs, beautiful. I want a taste.”

With shaking knees, I do as he asks.

My hand drops to his hair when he licks a path over my hip. I edge my ass off the bed as he gently slides my panties down, and when his tongue touches my flesh, I let out a moan that is so deep and filled with raw need that he groans.

I come quickly and violently, jerking with the spasms of pleasure that roll through me.

“Keats,” I call out his name as a plea for more.

I want more.

“Yes. Yes,” he chants as he slides one finger into my slick channel. “That was only the beginning. I’ll give you what you need. I’ll give you everything.”

Chapter 44

Maren

Keats undresses me with such tenderness that it almost brings a tear to my eye.

He kisses the skin he uncovers as he unbuttons the front of my dress before he gently tugs it over my head. When he unclasps the front of my bra, he presses his lips to the soft spot between my breasts, taking a moment to breathe in the scent of my skin.

“You smell like heaven,” he whispers. “Heaven and home.”

The solitary tear that’s perched in the corner of my eye slides down my cheek. I chase it away with a brush of my hand.

I’m freefalling.

I thought I could control my heart, but that was a fool’s wish.

My intimate experiences have never been like this. There was always a rush to the main event, a sprint toward an orgasm.

Keats is different. He’s taking his time and showing me that every second of this encounter is important to him.

I feel treasured in a way I never have before.

His lips run a path over my neck before they rest on my cheek. “I want to fuck you, Maren.”

I turn toward him, resting my hand on his shoulder as I stare into his eyes. “I want that.”

His gaze drops to my lips. “I’ve never met anyone like you. Your body is as beautiful as your soul.”

Sliding my hand from his shoulder to the back of his head, I smile. “I have a beautiful soul?”

He nods. “You do.”

“Tomorrow,” I start on a stuttered breath.

“Tomorrow, nothing will change,” he interrupts before he kisses me softly. “I’ll still think you’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever met.”

I let my fears slide away as I stare into his vibrant green eyes.

He moves slightly, and I feel the plush crown of his cock brush against my hip.

I want him. I want this experience more than I’ve wanted anything, so I kiss him softly. “Get a condom, Keats.”

His eyes widen. “Fuck.”

“You swore.” I press my body against his. “You owe a hundred more.”

He tosses his head back in a chuckle. “I might as well write a check for ten grand right now because I’m going to lose it the second my cock slides into your sweet, tight pussy.”

I drop my head. Desire pulses through me. “Keats.”

He tips my chin up with his fingertip until our eyes meet. “I want you, Maren. I’ll tell you every fucking chance I get.”

“Show me,” I say. “Show me, Keats.”

***

When he pushes inside me for the first time, the grit in his voice sets my body in motion.

I curl around him. My hands dive into the thick, black hair on his head. My legs circle his big, muscular body.

He responds with another series of words that I can’t comprehend. Words that are spoken out of need and sheer determination.

He’s trying to keep it together.

The short pulses of his hips as he works to slide in drag me