Page 73 of Untouchable

“I don’t want to slow down, I’m fine,” I say breathlessly.

“Tell me what youdowant.”

“You, Adrian. I want you.” I can feel the vulnerability burning my throat, the anticipation of what he’ll say next making my heart hammer against my chest. Then three simple words calm all the noise.

“You have me.” Then everything slows down.

He places my ass on the counter, unzipping my boots to remove them from my feet, followed by my socks. They hit the ground with a thud, then he slides his arms out of his cuts, pulling his shirt over his head in the most delicious way. I let my eyes roam over every intricate tattoo on his body, reaching out to touch them with the tips of my fingers. Then he grabs my face and kisses me again before wrapping his arms around me and helping me to the ground. He pulls my shorts and underwear down, trailing kisses up my thighs until he reaches the hem of my shirt. His large hands slide the fabric up out of the way, and his lips continue their exploration. He stands up, pulling my shirt over my head, allowing my hair to fall down my back as the fabric releases it. Then he kicks his boots off, slides his jeans down, and stands in front of me in his boxers, and my mouth waters at the sight of him. I’ve known where this is going—I asked for it to happen—but it doesn’t change how nervous I amby how intimate it feels this time. It’s not quick and passionate like the first time, it’s focused and intentional. I feel like my heart is going to leap out of my throat if he doesn’t touch me again soon.

As if he can read my mind, he reaches out and examines the front clasp bra I have on, his eyes meeting mine as he releases the clasp with one hand. My breasts spring free and I take a deep breath as his eyes fall to them. He gently slides the straps off my arms and my nipples peak from his touch. He licks his lips as his darkened eyes stay on them.

“Do it,” I whisper, hoping I’m right about what he’s thinking. He growls and lifts me back onto the counter, causing me to suck in a breath when the cool surface touches my skin. Then he leans in and sucks one of my breasts into his mouth, and my hand immediately grabs the back of his head. I watch him as he sucks, licks, and kisses one while he gently massages the other. Then he switches, giving them equal attention and my head falls back. I stay that way as his lips trail up my neck, then he disappears. He walks across the kitchen and opens the freezer, leaving me stark naked on the counter while his perfect ass in gray boxer briefs rustles around for something. I watch his every move until he’s standing in front of me again, a small smirk on his face.

“What are yo—” He grabs my cheeks in one hand, causing my lips to part. Then he leans in, kisses me with ice-cold lips, then slides the ice cube I didn’t know he had, into my mouth with his tongue. He drops to his knees, hooks his arms beneath mine, and pulls me to the edge of the counter before the frigid feeling of his tongue glides across my pussy. My mouth opens as the ice continues to melt, and my hands fall to his head again. I keep a hold of him, making sure he stays exactly where I want him. I feel cool water on my breasts, and I realize the melted ice is now spilling from my open mouth and onto my body.

“El sabor de ti es adictivo,”he growls with his lips still pressed against my clit. Then he sucks me into his mouth until I’m shaking.

“Adrian, please don’t stop,” I beg him as I grip his hair and press my hips further into his lips. He keeps his pace, his beautiful, rhythmic sucking until I come apart for him. “God, yes!” He stands up and wipes his face, licking his lips like a famished animal.

“Do you feel good,Mi Luz?” He cradles my face in his hands and I can confidently say I’ve never felt better than I do when I’m with Ace.

“Yes.”

“Do you want to feel more?” I can feel Ace’s hard length pressed against my pussy as he stands in front of me, and I whimper at just thethoughtof him being inside me.

I nod my head quickly. “Please.”

He picks me up and begins walking out of the kitchen and I frown. “Where are we going?”

His deep chuckle vibrates against my core and I try to squeeze my legs together. “I’m taking my time with you tonight, Katarina. I’m not going to fuck you on the kitchen counter. Not tonight.” The very idea that he’s assuring me this won’t be our last time makes my heart melt a little.

When we make it to the upstairs bedroom he lays me down on the bed, hovering over me while my hands stay wrapped around the back of his neck. He dips down, sliding his tongue into my mouth and I welcome him eagerly. I arch my back off the bed, pressing my chest into his and his hands disappear as I feel him shuffle to slide his boxers off. Then he grabs my leg and props it up at his side before sliding into me. My whole body screams for more of him. More of his touch, his kisses, the immeasurable pleasure that his body brings mine. I barelyadjust to his size before he thrusts into me again, and my nails dig into his arms.

“Tu cuerpo fue hecho para mí.”

He stays true to his word and takes his time with me. Every slow thrust sets my body on fire a little more. Then he wraps a hand around my throat and slams into me again. I moan and he seals his lips over mine, swallowing every cry of pleasure that falls from my lips. My toes point and my legs wrap tighter around his waist, my head feeling wonderfully light from the pressure he’s putting on my airway, and just as my orgasm hits full force, he releases my throat.

“Fuck, Adrian, yes!” I cry out. He buries his face in my neck, sucking and kissing the tender flesh as he continues to fuck me until he finds his own release.

“Carajo,Katarina.” I can feel him pulsate inside me, and it brings me a sense of euphoria I’ve never experienced before. He turns us until we’re lying on our sides, facing each other, cradles my face, and kisses me. Soft and slow, our tongues lazily grow more familiar with one another. When he pulls out of me, he reaches between my legs, and pushes the cum daring to leak out back inside. I bite my lip, trying to keep myself from smiling, then he pulls the knit blanket from the foot of the bed over us and holds me against his chest.

“Sleep, Little Reaper. I’ll keep your mind safe.”

CHAPTER 41

Ace

“BOUND FOR WYOMING”

Waking up with Katarina in my arms makes me wish we never had to go back to Nashville. I want this trip to last forever. Catching up on the years we’ve missed, letting her drive the bike just to see her face light up, making love to her in every state we stop in. I want to watch her photograph everything she deems beautiful enough to point a lens at, and sketch her until I fill up every piece of paper I can get my hands on. Looking down at her as she sleeps so peacefully next to me, I brush her hair out of her face and her nose scrunches, so I pull my hand away slowly so I don’t wake her. I slip out of bed and grab my phone from the nightstand, seeing a few missed calls and texts from Mikey and Bodine.

Bodine

We’re back Papi

Mikey

Made it back. Tabitha is okay. We offered for her to stay with us for a while so she is. We’re going with her to her place tonight when she gets off work to get some of her things.

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