Her heart seemed to stop beating for a second. What was he saying? Catherine wanted him to clarify. Was she more than a sex partner to him? As he went back to kissing her, Catherine knew that discussion time was over. In true Dean style, he chose to prove his point by showing, rather than telling.
His talented mouth pressed against hers, and Catherine’s mind fogged over. There was only Dean. All her questions fell away. She opened her mouth and danced her tongue over his lips. At his rumble of approval, Dean took over and their tongues mated. Catherine’s hands clutched onto Dean’s biceps, anxious and aching. Her body was on fire. She wanted him, inside of her, around her, drinking her in and filling her up. He was a craving in her blood, one she could no more deny than she could her next breath.
Catherine’s fingers trailed over his muscular arms, and she drew in a breath when they came around her waist and pulled her in tight. A moan escaped. He was so strong, so virile. She was safe and secure with Dean. As the thought flitted through her mind, Catherine went still. Fear shot through her as she realized the truth. She was in love with him. Her body already belonged to him, only now her soul seemed tethered to him as well.
“I want this pussy. It’s mine,” Dean quietly declared. “Say you want me. Deep. Here and now.”
“Yes, right here. I can’t wait a second more.”
He slipped his hands beneath her skirt and pushed her panties aside. “Unzip me,” he whispered.
Catherine’s fingers fumbled over the buttons in his jeans as she tried to obey. When she had his fly open, she peeked at his navy blue boxer-briefs and her desire increased tenfold. She licked her lips and gently drew him out. The head of his cock tempted her to taste, but in their position there was no way she would be able to get him into her mouth, not unless she moved to her knees on the floor.
Dean stroked her hair and murmured, “Later, we’ll take our time,” he said, as if reading her thoughts. “For now I need to feel your tight little pussy holding my dick.”
It was the same for her. “Yes.”
“Guide me in,” he instructed. “Show me how much you want it. Take us both there, sweetheart.”
His erotic words had her heart pounding harder and her body quaking with need. “My pussy is dripping for you,” she said, giving him the carnal words she knew he wanted to hear. “It’s been too long, Dean.”
He chuckled. “It was only this morning.”
“Like I said, too long,” she whispered. Then she took his heavy cock in her hand and slid him inside. Her body closed around him, tight and hot. She shuddered, flung her head back, and rode him.
“That’s my girl. Fuck it good,” Dean urged as he clutched her hair in his fist and tugged until her back was resting against his arm. He lowered over her and sipped on her breasts right through the plum-colored blouse she’d put on earlier. The heat of his mouth seeped through the thin material, sucking the breath out of her and driving her into another world. When his fingers found their way over her nub, expertly flicking it the way she liked, Catherine’s nerve endings sizzled to life. Her muscles clenched as she rode him faster, harder, their bodies wrapped around each other, melding until there was no separating them.
Soon Catherine was there, spiraling out of control. Her hot pussy bathing him in her juices as she climaxed. Dean sank his mouth over hers and captured her shouts of satisfaction. As the desire began to ebb, Dean clutched her hips and pushed into her once, twice, then he arched his neck and moaned her name as he emptied himself deep.
Catherine’s breath came in short pants, her body sweating from exertion, the skirt clinging to her overheated skin. Her legs shook as she collapsed against Dean’s heaving chest. “I’m so not moving. Ever again.”
Dean?
??s arms came around her shoulders, holding her tight against him. “Works for me.” She wiggled, gaining his attention. As his gaze snared hers, Catherine saw raw hunger in their passionate depths. If Dean hadn’t just spent himself inside her, she would have thought he was ready to go all over again.
“I think I’m going to be a bit sticky,” she teased, trying to inject some casualness into the intensity that seemed to surround them all of a sudden.
“I could make love to you twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
She had no words for such a bald statement. Good thing he didn’t seem to expect any. Dean sighed and slipped his cock free, then grabbed a tissue from a box on the corner of his desk and tenderly wiped her pussy clean. He tossed it in a trashcan beneath the desk, before he readjusted her panties. When his heavy length was once again confined, he slid a palm up her thigh and cupped her mound in a possessively hold. “You never cease to amaze me. You can be so bold and incredibly shy all at the same time. So much of you still mystifies me.” He leaned in and kissed her lightly on the forehead, then wrapped his strong hands around her middle and placed her back on the floor in front of him. “So, do you want to look around some more?” he asked.
She laughed. “Uh, I think I’ve seen enough for one day. I feel like a bath. A long one.”
He nodded. “Let me finish up and we can head out.” He looked at the computer and rubbed his chin. “What time did you say you’re meeting Gracie?”
Crud, Catherine had forgotten all about the concert. “Six o’clock. What time is it?”
“It’s only two,” he said, a slow sexy smile spreading across his face. “We have time.”
She knew that look. He was making plans. Naughty plans. “Time for what exactly?”
He wagged his eyebrows. “For me to play your bath buddy.”
Intrigued at the idea of spending more time in the Jacuzzi-style tub with Dean, Catherine said, “Only if I get to be in charge of the soap this time.”
Dean reached up and gave a playful tug on her hair. “You should know by now that I’m always the one in charge. At least when it comes to playtime.”
Frustrated, Catherine crossed her arms over her chest. “But last time I didn’t get a chance to wash you. Not fair.”