He chuckled. “No, it’s not just the hair.” He smoothed a hand over her belly, setting off little fires everywhere he touched. “Now, relax,” he growled as he began removing her clothes. “Leave everything for later. Think only of pleasure, Catherine, nothing more.”
Soon Catherine was totally nude, Dean’s strong, rough hands caressing her body and bringing her higher. “Touch me,” he whispered against her ear. She reached out with her right hand and smoothed it over his pectorals, running her fingers through the sprinkling of hair that littered his chest. She inched her leg up and over his, letting her sex slide along the side of his muscular thigh. Dean groaned his approval, and Catherine continued, encouraged by the deep sounds coming from him.
She teased her fingers down the front of him, giving herself free rein. In some dark part of her soul, Catherine wanted Dean at her mercy. She wanted him begging for her. Out of control.
“Jesus, you’re soft, Catherine,” Dean complimented. “Soft and lush and mine.” His hands skated over her overheated skin, toying with her belly button ring a few seconds before moving lower. “More,” he said. One second Catherine was lying next to him, and the next she was spread out on top of his huge body. He smiled at her surprise and kissed her tenderly. His lips, so warm and eager, tasted her as if he wanted to spend a good long time pleasuring each and every part of her with his mouth. Lips parted and tongues met in a wild mating dance, and all the while his hands massaged and caressed. When his fingers came within an inch of her clitoris, Catherine broke the kiss and opened her eyes. “Touch me, Dean,” she quietly urged.
“Always,” he murmured as he stroked her nether lips. Catherine’s body vibrated at the bare touch.
Catherine’s heart soared to the clouds and beyond at his one-word reply. She lay atop the wild and rugged Dean Harrison, his hands all over her, stroking and touching and driving her crazy with need. Hot damn.
22
Catherine’s body began to climb higher and higher. She moaned his name. Dean cursed and went still. “What—”
“Shhh,” he said, his voice rough. “First things first.”
Unhappy with that ridiculous answer, Catherine slapped his chest. “I had hoped that would be first,” she replied, feeling woefully neglected.
He winked and asked, “Do you still want to be adventurous?”
With only a few days left to spend with the man, the answer came easily to Catherine. “Yes.”
In another heartbeat, she found herself flat on her back as Dean stood up and walked away from the bed. She waited, unsure what he would do next. He went to the closet again and retrieved a small wooden box. Intrigued, Catherine asked, “What is that?”
“Something for your pleasure.”
“I thought that’s what you were for,” she shot back, feeling naughty as she lay in wait for Dean to work his magic.
He grinned down at her. “Mmm, you’re in a mood, aren’t you?”
She couldn’t deny it. It’d been too long since she’d had him inside of her body. She was desperate for the connection. “Yes, so hurry.”
“Impatient little thing,” he crooned as he moved to sit on the bed beside her. She rolled to her side and propped her head on her hand to watch as he opened the box. She let out a startled squeek when he raised the lid. Enfolded in red velvet lay a dildo and a tube of lubricant.
“Uh, why do you have a dildo?”
He chuckled. “It’s for you, smart-ass. Have you ever imagined being with two men?”
Her face flamed at the carnal image, and she couldn’t bring herself to answer.
He leaned down and kissed her. “That’s what I thought. I can’t give you that though. I think you know me well enough by now to understand that I do not share well with others.”
She nodded, understanding completely, because she felt the same way about him. “Ditto.”
“So, since there is no chance in hell of you fulfilling that little fantasy, maybe this will suffice.”
When he lifted the flesh-toned toy from its bed of velvet and brought it between her legs, she stiffened. With tender care, Dean stroked her clit with it. Catherine was amazed to note its warmth. She’d thought it’d feel cold, but it didn’t. Of course, it wasn’t as if she’d never seen or felt a dildo before. After all, what single woman wasn’t familiar with one of those babies? Still, it was the first time she’d ever had a man use one on her during sex.
“Get up on all fours for me,” he murmured, his voice lowering an octave. “I’ll make it good, sweetheart, trust me.”
It was the trust me that did it. Despite what Dean had been through with his past girlfriends, he’d still been able to overcome it. He believed in her now. She could do no less for him.
Catherine obeyed, her blood racing, her body wild with anticipation. As she turned her head, Dean moved up behind her, then took out the lube and squirted a portion of it all the way down his hard cock. Catherine forced her gaze away as fear welled up inside her. She was worried she’d somehow disappoint him and scared she wouldn’t be able to go through with it.
Now on his knees, Dean stroked the seam between her buttocks with a single lubricated finger. A moan erupted from deep within as Catherine felt it drift back and forth over her puckered opening. Did she want him there? Could she possibly handle him and the toy both?
Dean covered her body with his and kissed the back of her neck. “I want to fuck your pretty ass, Catherine. Do you want that? My dick in that tight little hole?”