Page 73 of Worth the Vow

She rolls her eyes, but her lips quirk up in a hint of a smile. “Okay, if this ends, what happens?”

When I motion for her to lift her arms, she does, and I pull her shirt off. “I already told you I had no intention of this being temporary. You have a problem with me keeping you?”

“Keeping me?” she parrots.

“Yeah. Think I want to keep you, Katharine,” I say with a smirk as I pull her bra straps down. Her mouth slightly ajar with astonishment, I take the opportunity to grab her ankles and pull her to the side of the bed. She lets out a squeal as I yank down her shorts, and I stare hungrily at her center. Perfect white panties cover the place I most desperately want to discover. Reaching out, I drag the tip of my middle finger lightly across the fabric, and Kate shudders in response.

“Dominic,” she whispers, her hand covering mine before I can slip beneath the tiny piece of cloth separating me from nirvana.

“What, baby?” I ask. Looking up, I see a tense expression covering her face, and I frown in response. “Are you okay? Second thoughts?”

“No, it’s just …” she trails off as a blush covers her face, neck and décolletage. She takes a deep breath, and blurts out, “I’m not waxed. I mean, not like the girls you’re probably used to. I’m sure Savannah is, and not that I want to bring her up when we’re in your bed,” you and me both, Katharine, “but you don’t have to do this. That. Anything. Cuz I’m not waxed. It’s too expensive, and I value being able to fill up my car over a waxed vagina.”

I can’t help the grin that covers my face. “Fuck, that’s not what I thought you were ready to say. I don’t care about that, baby. Really. If you want to get waxed, fine. I’ll give you the money. But if you don’t? I don’t fucking care.”

“Really?” she asks quietly.

“Really. And your theory on the girls I’ve slept with is incorrect on more than one level, but the main one you should know is that I haven’t slept with anyone in well over a year, probably even much longer than that. I haven’t had the time, or the desire, to deal with it. So you should know that this is probably going to be much shorter than you’re expecting, because I don’t know how long I can hold out once I’m inside you.”

“Holy shit,” she breathes.

“Yeah. May I continue?” I ask, looking down at her core. When Kate nods, I drop to my knees and bury my face between her legs. Pushing my tongue against the fabric, I roughly swipe at her clit. I thought I’d need to provide a little moisture to her panties, but Kate is completely soaked. Looking up at her, I find her boosted onto her elbows as she watches me intently. One hand slides up to pinch her nipple between her fingers, and the move makes me groan against her.

Pushing Kate’s panties to the side, I take my first luxurious lick from bottom to top, circling her clit rapidly. Her taste explodes on my tongue, and my cock is close to breaking through my clothing. I slide one finger through her wetness and into her snug channel, and her walls clamp down on me. Holy hell, I’ll be lucky if I last two seconds with the way she’s gripping me right now. I latch onto her clit, and Kate cries out, falling onto the bed as she comes. Both hands latch into my hair, holding me against her pussy as aftershocks wrack her body.

As if I’d go anywhere else at this moment.

I leisurely stroke her pussy with my tongue, slowly building her back up as I pull my wallet out of my shorts to see if I still have a condom in there. I don’t keep condoms in my bedroom because my children are nosy as hell, and I certainly don’t bring women home with me. As soon as I grab my wallet, I can tell there isn’t a condom in there.

“Fuck,” I hiss as I rest my head against Kate’s thigh.

“What?” she asks breathlessly.

“I don’t have a condom,” I explain regretfully. God dammit.

“I, uh, actually started birth control last month?” she says uncertainly.

My head pops up. “What? When?”

“The gynecologist Hannah recommended — after I refused to go to the one you found — wanted to try me on it, to see if it helped with my cycles.”

“Are you —” I clear my throat, trying to lower my voice from how high it sounds, “— are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“He told me once I finished the first month of pills, I could have unprotected sex. I mean, if you’re okay with that.”

It’s a miracle I didn’t come right that second. Scrambling, I try to get my shorts and boxer briefs off at the same time, catch a foot on one, slip, slam into the corner of the bed, curse, then launch myself onto the bed, covering Kate completely. “Yes. Fuck, yes, baby. I’m okay with that. I’m really not gonna last long now.”

I don’t give her time to respond as I cover her mouth with mine. This kiss is frantic. Un-paced. It’s a clashing of lips, teeth, and tongue. It’s everything I didn’t know I wanted until this moment. Realizing Kate is still partially dressed, I shimmy her panties down to her knees, then roll us so she’s on top. She kicks her panties off, then straddles me.

“God damn,” I pant, looking up in her at awe. “You’ve never looked more spectacular.”

Her hair cascades down her shoulders and back, the various shades of color she’s added such a testament to both her personality and her confidence. When she reaches behind to undo her bra, I think my brain short circuits. Perfect teacup size breasts with rose colored nipples make me groan as I lean up and take one in my mouth.

“Yes, oh yes,” she moans. I feel my cock weep as she unconsciously grinds against me, and I wonder if I’ll even fully get inside her cunt before I come.

“Shit,” I grunt as Kate shifts slightly, and the head of my cock slips inside her, just enough that I fear the orgasm coming. “Don’t move or —”

Looking back, I’ll laugh at this moment. Because why on Earth would Katharine Reynolds Santo listen to me?

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