Page 56 of Wild Card

And if I’m being honest, I didn’t want any kind of barrier between us. I wanted to come deep inside her incredible body. To empty myself to fill her up.

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs.

“For what?” I ask, brushing her hair off her neck.

“I’m so loud. I hope I didn’t disturb anyone.”

I laugh, kissing her throat. “I live in the same building as my grandmother. I’ve invested in sound proofing.”

She giggles and presses against me.

“Besides, it’s a waste to stifle your passion. You’re sexy as hell, and I want to hear it when I make you feel good.” I kiss her again. “I love making you feel good, Catriona. I love how responsive you are. How you’re not afraid to be passionate. To show me what you want, and how you want it.”

People have made her feel bad about liking sex. It’s a Goddamn shame.

She moves so she can look at me. She’s fucking gorgeous, a big smile spreading across her face. I’m hit with affection for her so strong that it throws me with its intensity. When did my feelings for her shift so solidly? And how did it happen so fast? I can’t let those feelings distract me, though. I have to deal with my uncle and his lies. I have to make sure my grandmother is taken care of. I have to make sure Catriona gets home safely, even if it means I never get to see her again.

But Christ if I don’t love how good she looks on my cock.

I kiss her flushed cheek, and move to her full lips, gently drawing my tongue over them. She kisses me softly, her hands sliding up my back.

Fuck. I have to touch her one more time. I can’t seem to keep my hands off of her. I need to make her come again, just once more, and then I can deal with everything else.

I kiss her thoroughly, finally pausing to whisper in her ear.

“I like sex too, Catriona, but sex with you is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. It’s special. You’re special. I can’t get over how good it feels to touch you, to be inside you.” I stroke my fingers down her sides and gently dip into her pussy. She gasps in surprise.

I ease her back on the bed and move between her legs. The moment feels almost holy as she spreads her thighs, once again offering herself to me. I won’t let her down.

I kiss her there, covering her pussy with my mouth like I’m eating a fresh peach. She tastes just as sweet and delicious, and I don’t want to miss an inch of her. I caress her with my lips, sucking on her folds before dragging my tongue slowly over her mound, avoiding her overly sensitive clit. For now, anyway.

Catriona moans, her hands clutching my headboard as I continue my slow exploration. I want to give her the reverent touches she deserves. I kiss her pussy again, but this time dip my tongue deep inside her, and then slide it all the way up, stopping just before her clit again. I do this over and over as Catriona squirms against me, her pleasured cries urging me on. But then my name escapes her lips in a desperate whimper.

That’s all I need to hear.

I shove my nose against her clit, drawing out a little shriek from her. Such a sweet fucking sound from such a sweet, delicious woman. I bury my face in her, rubbing her clit with the bridge of my nose while I stimulate the rest of her pussy with my chin, mouth and tongue. Spreading her lips with my fingers, I devour her greedily, needing more, wanting all of her, not coming up for air until she’s screaming my name, her legs shaking around my head as she comes. I lick her clean, and finally move from between her gorgeous legs.

She’s absolutely undone, her hair damp and plastered around her shoulders, her face flushed and her eyes wide. She’s trembling, and I pull her against my chest.

“I’ve got you,” I say, hugging her close.

She nestles against me.

“How did that feel, cara mia?” I ask, stroking her hair. “Not too much I hope?” I doubt I’ll ever be able to taste her like this again, but I want to leave her satisfied.

She practically purrs my name. Fuck it sounds amazing.

“You make me feel so good,” she murmurs. “And I don’t just mean the sex. That’s out-of-this-world incredible, but I like that I can be myself with you.” She laughs quietly. “I realize how fucked up that is.”

Shit.

I like that she feels safe with me, but she’s right—this is fucked up. Not her, she’s perfect. I’m the one who’s wrong. I want this woman, badly, but I don’t deserve her.

I hold her tightly, but in the rising light of the morning that pours through the window, I can see how bruised she is still. Just the other day it seemed like she was near death.

Moving back, I take her leg in my hands and look carefully at the injury on her shin.

She has a big, lumpy contusion with a bandage over the center. I squeeze her calf gently, kneading it with my fingers.

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