She hesitated for a brief moment, then she rose from the bed, her body as fluid and graceful as a dancer. Dean stepped forward, so he was within touching distance, and then murmured, “I want you to undress me.”
Catherine’s expressive green eyes stared up at him, the desire he witnessed there nearly sending him to his knees. As Dean’s words seemed to register, Catherine’s face changed. Now she looked every inch a virgin. It was amazing that one minute she could look like a sly, sexy kitten that had just caught a mouse, then the next so uncertain.
He took hold of her wrist and brought it to his chest. “Start here, sweetheart.”
She nodded, and Dean watched her swallow a few times. When the fingers of her right hand stroked slowly over his pectorals, back and forth, her eyes drawn by some imaginary force to the path her hand made over his body, Dean felt his muscles jump beneath his shirt, and he wished her to get on with it.
He wanted her.
Yesterday.
Catherine appeared to have no such intentions though. She seemed intent on massaging his chest and shoulders. Finally, her fingers drifted lower over his abdomen, and Dean flung his head back on a groan. Desire and pain mingled and pushed him precariously close to the edge of control. He was strung as tight as a rubber band, and all she had done was touch him. Over his clothes!
“Mmm, you have the body of a god, Dean,” Catherine whispered. “My first impression was that you looked dangerous.”
Dean’s pride came roaring to life in a flash, but the latter description of him didn’t sit right. “Dangerous?”
Catherine licked her lips and sighed so loud even Dean heard it. “Yeah, but not in a serial killer way.”
“Then in what way am I dangerous?”
“In a big-bad-wolf sort of way, I suppose.” She shrugged as she continued to tease her fingers over his chest. “Not that I’m opposed to wolves. I just don’t quite know what to do with one.”
Dean chuckled at the odd conversation they were having. “Well, if you undress me, then you’ll be able to pet me. That’s a good start, right?”
She nodded, and her gaze traveled over him. Hell, he wasn’t a vain man, but in this one instant Dean was heartily thrilled she found him appealing.
As her fingers delicately tugged at his shirt buttons, pulling them free one by one, Dean’s blood pressure skyrocketed. She pulled the hem free of the waistband of his trousers, then pushed the material wide, revealing his chest. Dean took over a second, yanking at the offending material and tossing it to the floor. Now, if he could just move her along a little faster, maybe he would be able to prevent exploding in his pants.
“You are magnificent, Dean. No way am I really here, with you. This has got to be a dream,” she murmured. “A really, really lovely dream.”
When her fingers encountered his skin, Dean felt scorched. He was forced to count to ten to keep from flinging her to the floor and shoving his heavy cock inside her waiting pussy. Catherine leaned forward and placed a tiny kiss to his left nipple, then nipped it with her teeth. Suddenly, it was too much. A haze of dark lust engulfed him.
Dean shoved her away, startling her out of her sexual musings. “You’re taking too long,” he said by way of explanation. He swiftly stripped out of the rest of his clothes, all the while Catherine’s gaze traveling his entire length. When she hesitated on his swollen erection, Dean watched in predatory delight as her eyes went round and her tempting mouth formed a perfect “O.” Dean imagined his heavy cock sliding between those succulent lips. He ached to watch her lick and suck and swallow his hot come. Christ, he wanted her a million different ways. It was insane, but he had never felt so out of control for a woman, not even in his youth.
“On the bed,” he growled.
His rough words jarred her out of her curious musings, and her eyes shot up to his. “I—I’m not sure I’m ready. I mean, you’re so intense and . . .”
Dean could see her shutting down and he wanted to kick himself. He stroked a finger over her plump lips and murmured, “It’ll be okay. Don’t go shy on me now, sweetheart.”
“Well, I did say that I wasn’t really the adventurous type, remember?”
“Yes, and I like you just the way you are,” he told her as he wrapped his hands around her upper arms and pulled her close. Their bodies touched for the first time without any barriers separating them, and Dean knew he’d died and gone to heaven. “I like that I can turn your body to fire with a mere touch.”
“But do I do that to you?”
Ah, so that’s what the problem was. He cupped her chin in his palm, forcing her to look at him. “Are you worried you’ll disappoint me?”
“I don’t know . . . maybe.”
“That could never happen, sweetheart,” Dean said, as he bent his head and kissed her, licking her soft lips, starved for the unique taste of her. When he lifted his head he noticed Catherine’s entire face had gone warm and drowsy with want. He could easily become accustomed to seeing such a lovely sight every night.
Catherine pressed a hand over her lips for a few seconds, as if attempting to contain the kiss. Finally she whispered, “I love the taste of you.”
Dean couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. “There’s more of me to taste, believe me.” Catherine’s gaze drifted downward once again, her cheeks going all rosy when she spotted his cock. “You’re staring,” he murmured, unaccountably charmed by her.
“I’m not sorry.”