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She laughs, and it’s that sexy, sweet sound I feel like a rush of adrenaline. It makes me hot and hard, and my mouth slants over hers, tongue pressing past her lips, and the heady taste of her, all sweet honey, coffee, and temptation, fills my senses. I deepen the kiss, drinking her in like a drug I cannot get enough of. I can’t get enough of her.
She moans and slides her hand under my shirt. That sound, the touch of her hand on my skin, pushes me to the edge. A raw, low growl escapes my throat. I want her naked. I want to be inside her. For twelve fucking hours, I’ve wanted to be inside her, but not here and like this. She tangles her fingers into my hair and when her hand presses to my zipper, I catch it. “As much as I want your hand on my body, not here. Not yet.” I stand up and pull her with me. “Upstairs.” I scoop her up and start to carry her across the room.
“You don’t have to carry me.”
“And you don’t have to run,” I say starting up the stairs.
She doesn’t come back with one of her witty replies. She doesn’t say anything at all, which tells me I’ve hit about ten nails on the head. I walk us into my bedroom, but I don’t turn on the light. My bed is on the wall immediately to the right, but I continue on to the foot of the bed and set her down, not facing it, but rather the view: A room that is all glass, the night sky alight with stars, and beneath us the city that never sleeps, aglow in a rainbow of colors.
She turns to me. “I’m not running.”
“Prove it.”
She studies me for several beats and then takes a step backward, just enough to allow her to start undressing, and I let her. I watch her as she does. I drink in every moment. Every slash of skin. The first pucker of her pink nipples. The curve of her breasts. Her hips. The V of neatly trimmed hair between her legs. And when she’s done, she closes the space between us and stands in front of me. “Do I look like I’m running?”
I don’t immediately touch her. I know now what she’s doing. I see it now. “I effectively manipulate people for a living.” I pull my shirt off and toss it and then pull her to me, molding her close. “And I know when I’m being manipulated.”
“I have no idea what you mean.”
“Yes, you do. Sex is your wall, isn’t it, Cat? I can fuck you, but I can’t have you.”
Her hand rests on my chest, her gaze on her hand before it lifts to me. “Yes. I set limits for myself.”
“And for those with you.”
“Yes.”
I tangle my fingers in her hair. “How’s that working for you with me?”
“It’s not. Because you’re an asshole that won’t let me finish my work.”
I laugh, but it fades into something darker, far more possessive than I’ve ever known myself to feel with a woman. “You’re in my bedroom, Cat,” I say. “That is about more than fucking, but right now, fucking is exactly what we’re going to do.”
I rotate her and press her against the tall post of my heavy wooden bed. “Don’t move,” I order, stepping back from her to undress. She doesn’t resist the command. She relaxes into the post, her hands at either side of it, her breasts thrust high, nipples higher. She’s comfortable naked. She feels in control, like she can grab a man by the balls and twist, and they will be just fine as long as they get off. Not me. That’s not how this plays out. She just doesn’t know it yet.
I toss my boots and remove the condom from my pocket before I strip down. I’m about to open the package when she says, “You don’t need that. I’m on the pill. And if we give each other something we can sue each other. We’re attorneys and I’m still licensed, just so you know.”
If she means to pull me out of my head and hers, and turn this into just a fuck, she fails.
In a blink, I’m there in front of her, my hands on the post above her in two seconds flat. “I thought he was two years ago,” I say, and I don’t even try to soften anything about my tone. I don’t like games. I like facts.
“He was,” she says. “There was someone else. A fuck buddy that wanted to be more.”
Fuck buddy usually works for me. It’s all that works for me but not this time. Not with Cat. I pull her to me, my hand under her hair, at her neck, my mouth a breath from a kiss I’m not ready to take. “I want more,” I say. “And I am not your fuck buddy, and if you don’t know that yet, you will.” I don’t give her time to reply. My mouth slants over hers, my tongue pressing past her lips, stroking and stroking again in what is instantly a deep, passionate kiss. She moans and pushes against me, and I swear the sound of her moan is like a renewed challenge. Submission that isn’t submission.
But as if she’s replying to that very thought, her arms wrap around me again, and she is small and delicate yet somehow bold at the same time. The touch of her, the taste of her, steals my anger and feeds my hunger for this woman, hunger that I feel in her as well. One minute, I’m kissing her and she’s kissing me. The next, we are on the bed, her tight little nipples in my mouth, my cock buried deep inside her, and I am thrusting into her. I let myself be lost in her, in this, when I never lose myself. But I do in Cat; there is no time. No ending. There is just us, kissing, fucking, and she is just as fierce, just as hungry.
“Reese,” she whispers, and my name is exactly the right thing for her to say. It tells me she’s present. She’s with me, not some nameless fuck buddy, and I pull my mouth from hers, and say just that.
“I am not your fuck buddy.”
“Okay,” she says, “but you’re still an asshole.”
I take that asshole comment as a wall she still needs, and answer by making damn sure she feels me the way I feel her. I mold her close, my mouth closing down on hers, tongue stroking her tongue. This isn’t nameless sex. This is us. Me. Her.
She arches into me, and I wrap her leg with mine, holding her, allowing her no chance to hold back. I’m different with Cat. I feel it. I don’t understand it, but I don’t care. I’m in this, I want this. I want her and I cup her perfect little ass and angle her into me, thrusting as I do. She gasps, arching upward, her fingernails digging into my shoulders, her sex clenching around me, and it drives me wild. I press deeper inside her, and suddenly her body is clenched around me, pulling me into that same sweet spot she’s drowning in, and I am shuddering with release. Everything goes black, but I can smell that sweet floral scent and feel her body next to mine. Time stands still and I come back to the present with the wet, warm feeling of me buried inside her, with no condom between us.
I reach behind us and grab a tissue, which I offer her. “Thank you,” she says, and when I would pull her close again, she rolls away. “I need the bathroom.” Which happens to be on her side of the bed, and she hurries in that direction. Running.
