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Jesus Christ, she’s a goddess.

“I want you,” he managed to pant out. His gaze was back up then, staring into glazed blue spheres.

“Then take me.”

That was all he needed to hear. Gathering the fabric of her panties, with one sharp pull, he ripped and let them fall to thefloor. He ignored her gasp as one finger replaced the material. Then two. Her head shot backward then, and he watched with satisfaction as her eyes rolled back into her head.

“Holy shit,” she moaned.

Holy shit indeed.

CHAPTER FIVE

Cat was fucked. Literally. Cody had fucked her into oblivion in more ways than one. He’d taken her like a wild beast against the wall. Then, he’d carried her to the bedroom and taken her again. This time slower. Softer. Kissing every inch of her until every nerve ending caught fire and she was crying out for more.

Now, the man in question was buckling his belt and staring down at her like she was made of glass, a look of concern furrowing his brow.

“You know I don’t wanna leave, right, kitten?”

She knew. And she was torn. A huge part of her wanted him out of her apartment asap, but the other—the part he’d clearly fucked with—wanted him to stay. To hold her in his arms as she fell asleep on his chest.

Do you actually hear yourself? Pull yourself together for God’s sake.

“It’s okay, seriously. You have Dylan. I get it.” Pulling the covers up even higher, she tried in vain to hide this new, clingy side of her. There was no way she was going to embarrass herself in front of Cody McBride.

Yeah, ‘cos screaming his name for the past two hours was in no way embarrassing?

Stupid head. Always ready to mock her.

Cody was back on the bed, hovering over her as he laid another kiss on her lips. “I’ll make it up to you, sweetheart. Next time I promise I’m gonna hold this beautiful body of yours all night.”

Next time? Goddamnit. There really was going to be a next time, wasn’t there? She was too weak to resist him, especially now she knew what he could do. How he could make her feel.

She couldn’t speak. Not without her voice betraying her. So, she kept quiet and nodded.

It was enough for him to move and disappear into the hall, probably in search of his shirt. She fought back a smile as he appeared in her bedroom doorway a minute later, shirt hanging open from the rip she’d administered earlier. It was safe to say, she might have gotten a little carried away.

“You think this is funny, huh?”

“No,” she lied, her smile widening.

“No?” His lips quirked up as he stalked back over to the bed. “You don’t think this is funny, kitten? You don’t think I need to clip those claws of yours?”

He was on her now, sheet cast aside as he began tickling her side. She tried desperately to wriggle free from his fingers. “It’s not funny,” she wailed in between laughs. “I don’t think it’s funny. Oh my god, stop! Mercy! Mercy!” Her hands were flailing and trying desperately to push him away.

The torture stopped and a new kind began. He’d done that thing again. Pinned her hands above her head, eyes devouring her as she was laid bare to him. Again.

“Fuck me, you’re as hot as hell,” he rumbled before diving into her neck and scraping his beard across all her sensitive spots. He’d memorised every single one of them in mere hours.

She couldn’t help it. She arched into him. Holding back a whimper as his mouth latched onto her nape. That was going to leave a mark. But she didn’t care. She was too busy wrapping her legs around him and tugging him down. Letting his jeans rub against her bare skin and basking in the guttural groan he released.

“You’re making it really fucking hard to leave, kitten.”

“So, stay.” Yes, she just said that. She asked him to stay. Revealed her hand.

His head came back up and he gazed so far inside of her, she was worried he’d see everything. Her teeth clamped down on her lower lip as she watched his eyes switch from caramel to chocolate.

Hell yeah.

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