I move downward and pull off her white cotton panties—which are hotter than any lacy thong on any other woman.
Then I slowly spread her legs.
Between them, nestled under her trimmed blond bush, is perfection. Paradise. Pure heaven. I inhale her female musk. It’s like a tangy citrus breeze blowing during the Santa Ana winds. A smooth zephyr bringing treats for the nose as well as the eyes.
She’s beautiful. Pink and swollen and beautiful.
My cock is so ready. I’m so ready. I shimmy out of my jeans and underwear quickly, grab a condom out of the nightstand drawer, and slip it on my dick.
No. Not going to fuck her. Not yet. She deserves more.
“Your shirt, Luke,” she whispers.
“Shh,” I say. “Not yet.”
Then I part her legs farther and lick her slit.
She cries out and grabs two rungs of the headboard. In my mind’s eye, I see her bound there, splayed out for my pleasure.
I’ll never bind Katelyn. Already I know this. But my imagination sees a beautiful thing.
“I’m going to lick you, baby. Lick you until you scream.”
“I think I already screamed,” she says.
“Yeah? You’re not done. I’m going to make you feel so good, Katelyn.”
“Want… Want…to make you feel good too.”
“Oh, you are, baby. And you will.”
I dive back between her legs, nibble on her clit for a few seconds and then shove my tongue into her heat, savoring the sweet juices. Damn, if this isn’t the sweetest pussy I’ve ever eaten.
I could eat her forever.
But my cock has other ideas.
I want her to feel something amazing, though, so I continue licking her, sucking on her clit, and then I force a finger inside her tight channel.
“Oh, God! Luke!” She arches her back, lifts her hips, and within seconds she’s clamping around my fingers in an enthusiastic orgasm.
“That’s it, baby. My sweet Katelyn. Come for me.”
She contracts around my fingers, spills more juice over them, and my dick is so ready, so hard I’m convinced it’s going to bust through the condom.
She’s still coming. I can get inside and savor those pulses.
“Katelyn, I want to come inside you.”
“Yes, please. God, Luke.”
I crawl atop her and plunge my cock deep inside her heat.
And I’m lost.
Lost in a sea of bliss.
She fits me so perfectly, and my God, she’s tight.
Perfect and tight.
She moans beneath me, arches into me, and within a few more thrusts, I’m ready.
So ready.
I release.
And I know I’ll never feel this way with another woman.
33
Katelyn
I’m still reeling from my climax when Luke comes inside me.
For the first time in what seems like forever, I want him to stay there. I don’t want to run to the shower and rinse the horridness off my body.
No. In fact. I want him to live inside me. My walls are no longer pulsating, but his girth fills an emptiness I never knew was so acute.
An emptiness I never want to feel again.
“God, Katelyn, I—”
I jolt at the harsh ring of my cell phone. Zee asks all the women to keep their phones on the loudest possible setting as part of our security.
“Is that you?” Luke asks.
“Yeah. Sorry. I should get it.”
“It’s okay, baby.” He rolls off me.
It takes all my effort to move the few steps from the bed to the small table where my purse sits. I don’t recognize the number.
“Hello?”
“Katelyn? Are you all right?” Zee’s frantic voice.
“Zee? Where are you calling from?”
“I’m still in the hospital, waiting for the wheelchair to take me down to the parking lot.”
“Oh. That explains why I didn’t recognize the number.”
“None of this explains where you are,” she says. “Security told me you didn’t come home last night. I’ve been worried sick.”
My heart falls. The last thing I wanted was to cause anyone any worry. “I’m fine. I’m with…”
“With who, Katelyn? Who are you with?”
“Remember that nice waiter from The Glass House? Luke?”
“Katelyn…”
“I didn’t plan this. Neither of us did. And I did talk to Macy about it.”
“I’m not here to tell you what to do,” Zee says, “and neither is Macy. But you’ve been through something horrendously traumatic.”
“Believe me. I know that. I’m the one who went through it.”
“Are you sure you’re ready for something like this?”
“No.” I let out a nervous laugh. “I’m not sure. Not at all. But is anyone? Ever?”
Silence for a few seconds. Then, “I understand. I probably wasn’t ready when Reid and I… You know.”
“But you did anyway.”
“I did.”
“Why?”
“Because”—she clears her throat—“it felt right.”
I nod, even though she can’t see me. “That’s what this feels like.” I look back toward the bed.
Luke is gone. The bathroom door is closed. That’s where he went. To give me privacy. What an amazing person. I haven’t known true privacy for over a decade.
“Are you sure?”
“Weren’t you?”
“Yeah, I was. But I had a much different situation than you did, Katelyn. I got away.”
I sigh. She’s not wrong. Zee Wolfe is one of the strongest women I’ve ever met. She got away. She conquered her addiction. Heck, she faced Derek Wolfe and the priest, got them to give her money to start a new life.