Page 35 of Hearts of Wealth

Catherine

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THE SUNLIGHT MANAGED to creep through the heavy curtains, giving me a glimpse of him. I admired his ruggedly handsome features. His chest rose and fell in quick succession as he watched me work my fingers over his hardened muscles. He was a work of art. So beautiful in every way.

Groaning aloud, he tightened his grip on my curls, his other hand kneading my breast with a fierce possessiveness. “Damn it, Catherine,” he muttered against my neck, planting a searing trail of kisses down to my collarbone. “You’re driving me wild.”

I pulled back to look at him, my gaze latching on to his flushed face. His eyes were dark pools of desire. His lips were swollen from our kisses, a sight that only made me want to kiss him more.

“I plan on driving you wild all night,” I promised, my fingers dancing lower on his body, tracing the waistband of his briefs. His sharp intake of breath echoed in the silence of the room as my hand brushed over his hardening cock.

“Catherine,” he warned, words coming out as a strangled gasp. His body stiffened under my touch.

“That’s it,” I whispered. “Lie back. Let me take care of you.”

He did as I suggested, his eyes never leaving mine as he settled back against the plush pillows. His hands found my waist, guiding me to straddle him. Above him, I could take in every detail of his hungry expression, every twitch and flex of his muscles under my fingers.

His hands moved restlessly on my hips, squeezing and releasing in a rhythm that matched the throbbing heat between us. I leaned down to capture his lips with mine, swallowing the moan that escaped him when I ground down onto him, teasing us both with the sensation.

His hands traveled up my sides, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks of my breasts before they found their way to the back of my neck, pulling me in for a deeper kiss. His tongue tangled with mine, slow and demanding, each stroke adding to the fires that were burning through me.

“Damn, Kitcat,” he panted when our lips finally parted. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Then what a way to go,” I murmured, leaning into him. My fingers worked down his body, skimming over the ridges of his stomach toward his hard length.

His hands tightened on my hips as I took him in hand, a strangled groan escaping him.

“Easy,” I soothed, my other hand tracing the lines of his tensed jaw. “Relax.”

“I can’t,” he choked out. “Not when you’re... dammit, Catherine!”

I kissed him again to silence his desperate cries, closing my own eyes as I enjoyed the power I had over him. The salty taste of his skin mixed with the sweet tang of arousal was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine.

I slid down his body, kissing his neck and chest before making my way to his stomach. His breathing was coming in sharp gasps. I could feel his anticipation. I pushed his briefs down, freeing his cock.

“Shit, Catherine,” he groaned as my fingers wrapped around his shaft. He bucked up into my palm, his eyes wild with want.

I gave him a teasing smile. “Patience,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to his hip bone before focusing on the throbbing need in my hand. His gasp echoed throughout the room as my lips closed around him. I took my time exploring him with my mouth, varying the rhythm and pressure until his fingers were tangling desperately in my hair.

“Catherine...” His voice was hoarse, the syllables tumbling out of his mouth in a helpless plea. His entire body was stiff as I bobbed my head up and down.

“Shh,” I whispered, pausing my rhythmic movements to look up at him.

He gulped audibly, his hand moving to stroke my cheek. “You’re killing me.”

I smiled against him and resumed my ministrations, maintaining a slow but steady rhythm that seemed to drive him to the brink of sanity and back. His fingers tightened in my hair as he struggled to keep himself from thrusting up into my mouth.

“Cat...I...” he tried to say, but it was no use. The words were lost in the waves of pleasure that swept over him, rendering him speechless. His hips jerked uncontrollably as each wave hit, his grip on my hair tightening in sync with his release.

“Fuck,” he gasped as I slowly released him from my mouth, his body shivering from the aftershocks.

I moved back up to lie beside him, tracing lazy circles on his sweat-slickened chest. His eyes were closed, his lips parted slightly as he tried to catch his breath. I watched him, my heart filled with a sense of accomplishment. To have such an effect on a man like him was intoxicating.

“You’ve turned me inside out,” he whispered. “One second.”

I chuckled. “I better get going.”

I pretended to roll away, knowing exactly what he would do. Just as I expected, he grabbed my wrist, his grip tight but gentle.