Page 57 of Cat and Mouse

"Never," I reply, my voice low and raw. I'm not sure how I'm standing here, half naked, and she's lowering herself. God, this is unreal.

She kneels before me, her eyes locked on to mine, and there's this wild look in her gaze.

"Just you, Leo."

The way she says my name sends a shiver through me. She's trying to convince me… or maybe herself. Either way, it works.

Then she leans forward, taking me in her hand and circling the head with her tongue. I nearly lose it.

"Shit, Liz…" I growl, my hands gripping the edge of the counter behind me.

I can see the smile on her face as she takes me in her mouth, and every thought in my head just disappears. All that matters is the way she feels, the heat of her mouth wrapping around me, the way she looks up at me like I'm the only thing that matters. It's intoxicating.

"God, you're incredible," I murmur, breath hitching. "I can't… just…" My mind's racing, but it's all a blur. She's teasing me, drawing it out, and I'm just here for the ride.

She pulls back for a second, her lips glistening, and that smirk is back on her face. "You like that?"

"Hell yes," I respond, practically growling. "You've got no idea what you do to me."

"Maybe I do," she replies, her voice sultry as she goes back down, and all I can do is grip her hair gently, guiding her as she takes me deeper.

I can't get enough. Every move she makes, every little sound she lets out sends fire racing through my veins. My breathhitches as she picks up the pace, and I can feel that tightness building, threatening to explode.

"Liz…" I warn, but she just looks up at me, those gorgeous eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Not yet."

I'm ready to lose control, but then she slows down, teasing me. "Don't you dare stop," I say, and she chuckles around me.

"Just a little longer," she whispers, her breath hot against my skin.

I can barely hold on, the pleasure almost overwhelming. "I swear, if you keep this up…"

Her eyes are shining, and I can tell she loves this, loves making me squirm. It's a game, and she's winning.

"Alright, you win," I finally concede, tugging her back up to her feet. "I can't take much more of that."

She laughs, that beautiful sound filling the space between us. "You're not complaining, are you?"

"Not even close."

I pull her close again, crashing my lips against hers, tasting myself on her tongue. The world fades away, and all that matters is us, right here, right now.

"God, I want you," I murmur against her lips, and she shivers in response.

"Then take me," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

I don't need to be told twice.

I turn off the stove, then my hands slide down her back, cupping her ass before lifting her. Her legs wrap around my thighs as she struggles to get closer. At every step, she fights me for control. I'm going to have to teach her who is really in charge.

Not today, though. Today, I'll let her set the pace.

Her hands are in my hair as she pulls, then on my neck, pulling me closer. I push her against the fridge and set her back down.

I can tell just by the way she looks at me. She's soaked.

I want to get on my knees and lick her clean, but I only want to do that as a reward. She hasn't earned seeing me on my knees again.

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