Page 36 of Tangled in Temptation

She pulled back slightly, searching my eyes. “Did you bring me here just for this?”

I met her gaze. “Yes, I did. I needed to see you.”

“Honest.”

“I got back here, and everywhere I looked in this place, I could see me kissing you. Here, there, everywhere.”

“You could have just said so,” she teased, her tone laced with a playful edge. “You didn’t have to pretend it was about buying a gown.”

“But it was about getting you a gown,” I whispered, tracing my fingertip down her neck and imagining my lips brushing over her silky skin.

“And sex.”

“But that’s not the only reason,” I admitted, my voice dropping to a rich murmur.

“Oh?” Her eyes flickered in amusement, clearly intrigued.

“No...” I let my hand drop from her neck and wound it around her waist, anchoring her gently against me. “I wanted to see you away from the Manor, away from everything familiar.”

“And why is that?” she whispered, her gaze trailing from my lips to my eyes.

“Because I needed to know if this is real. Or if it was just the allure of the Manor and all that it represents.”

Catherine fell silent. “I think that’s putting a lot on a single visit. I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” I assured her.

She went up on her toes and kissed me. The kiss was soft and gentle at first, a bare whisper that sent waves of desire crashing within me. My arms tightened around her waist, pulling her into me even more. The world beyond the glass walls fell away, replaced by the intoxicating sweetness of her lips. Her hands slid down my arms and around my waist. Kissing her was something I would never get tired of. A mere touch of her lips against mine felt like I was being infused with life.

Catherine broke the kiss, our breaths coming out as ragged sighs. She rested her head on my chest, listening to the rapid thuds of my heart. I pressed my cheek against the top of her head, her sweet scent enveloping me. It felt like we were the only two people in the city.

“I think it’s real,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the city below. Her words sent a thrill through me, a feeling of what could only be described as triumph.

I didn’t want to get into the details and talk about what a relationship looked like to her or any of that. I needed her. I grabbed the hem of her shirt and started to jerk it up when she stopped me. “We’re in front of a wall of windows!”

“No one can see in, but if it makes you feel better, I’ll close them.”

I walked to the touch pad and pushed the button to close the blinds. She stood, watching the blinds slide down before looking at me with wide eyes. “Holy shit! You really are living high on the hog up here.”

“I have no idea what that means,” I chuckled. “Can you get naked? Or I can get you naked. I just really need you naked.”

She gave me a coy smile. “Why don’t you get naked?”

“Fine with me.”

I removed my tie and unbuttoned my shirt, watching as her eyes followed my hands with keen interest. A soft laugh escaped my lips as I tossed the shirt away and reached for the clasp of my belt. She bit her lower lip in a tantalizing fashion, making me groan as I kicked my shoes off and stepped out of my pants. I half-expected her to start waving dollar bills at me.

“Your turn,” I murmured, hands on my hips as I watched her reaction.

Catherine glanced around, a blush staining her cheeks. She slipped out of her boots slowly, never breaking eye contact with me. Then she started to undress, fingers trembling slightly, her gaze locked on mine. She stripped down to her bra and panties and then sauntered toward me. My heart was in my throat. She reached out and pressed her palm to my chest. Before I knew what she was going to do, she dropped to her knees in front of me.

She jerked my briefs down, leaving them around my ankles. I suddenly felt quite exposed under her intense gaze. She looked up at me with desire in her eyes. It was a look I’d seen before, but it still sent a shiver down my spine.

She reached for my cock, wrapping one of her hands around me and squeezing.

“Oh, Catherine,” I groaned, my head falling back in ecstasy as her delicate hand began to move. My heart pounded hard against my ribs, the sensation of her touch driving me to the edge.

“I want you,” she whispered, her voice a soft purr that made my blood hum with want and need. Her tongue lapped out, licking over the tip and nearly making my knees buckle.