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I’m reminded of Cat’s history. Her ex fucked his secretary while he was with her. The secretary definitely knows a man’s secrets. “Do it,” I say, “but do it quickly. I’ll push Kelli’s testimony to Tuesday, but I can’t push it any further.”
“We’ll go see her today,” Kara says. “After we sleep a few hours.”
Blake turns toward my apartment, and I think of Cat in her bed, instead of mine. “Take me to Cat’s building.” I give him the address.
“So you two are really a thing, then, huh?” Blake asks.
“Yes,” I say. “We are most definitely a thing.”
Kara turns and smiles at me. “A man who knows what he wants and is going after it,” she says. “Are you sure you don’t have Walker blood in you?”
I don’t comment, and she doesn’t expect me to. She turns and faces forward while I silently agree with her. I am a man who knows what I want, and that’s Cat. And I’m going to make sure she knows. For the remainder of the drive, I switch back and forth between trial details and Cat, finding my desire to talk through everything that happened on this trip with her. That’s a first for me. But not only does she want to help, she actually does.
By the time Blake drops me at Cat’s place, it’s nearly eight. My brilliant plan to talk my way past the security desk and surprise Cat doesn’t go as planned. “Call her,” I tell the guard, a man with gray hair, wearing a blue jacket and a big attitude. “Tell her I’m here. The name is—”
“Reese Summer,” he says, disdain in his voice. “I know. We all know who you are.”
The man defending a baby killer, I think. That assumption after what I’ve just dealt with irritates the fuck out of me. “Don’t spread that around or Cat will end up with reporters chasing her and you’ll get to handle the gaggle of people that will appear in your lobby. And I’ll make sure the right people know who made that happen, which would be you.”
“I don’t run my mouth, sir, or I wouldn’t have a job.”
“Call Cat,” I order.
His lips press together, as if he’s biting back a retort, but he dials Cat’s apartment and I’m given immediate clearance. I walk to the elevator, tension radiating throughout my body. I’m ready for the fucking hellish trial to be over; that seed of doubt about Nelson’s guilt eating me alive. He can’t be guilty or I can no longer trust my instincts. I ride the elevator to the fifteenth floor and I swear, just knowing I have a bed with Cat in it waiting on me punches back some of that edginess the guard has stirred in me, right along with the weariness of no sleep. Once I’m at her door, I knock with impatient insistence. I need to see her, to hold her naked body in my arms. It’s irrational. It’s nothing I’ve ever felt with a woman, but it’s real. It’s now and I want the walls between me and this woman gone, literally and figuratively.
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.”
