Page 44 of Bang Buddies With Benefits
One second ticked by.
Two.
Three…
Arms going around my neck, Catalina leapt toward me like she didn’t doubt for a second that I’d catch her.
And catch her I did, hands planted firmly on her ass as she wound her legs around my waist. Our mouths fused together in a dance both familiar and new, and she murmured something about a shower.
Right. We were both covered in dirty disposal water. A shower also meant no clothes, so one more reason to get onboard. Hell, I’d be onboard even if we were clothed, half-naked, completely stripped, and everything in between. Whether it was just washing, talking, kissing, fucking… as long as it was me and her—nothing else mattered.
I charged toward the bathroom, my strides eating up the space in no time. The drag of her body as she unhooked her ankles and I lowered her to the ground ripped a groan from my throat. Her half-lidded expression indicated she was equally as affected.
I let out a harsh swear as I fought her shirt up and over her head—soggy fabric was a bitch to remove. Once I caught sight of her breasts, practically spilling out of the lacy half-cups of her bra, my mood did a complete one-eighty.
“Off,” she ordered, pointing to my shirt, and I gripped the back of the collar and complied.
We dove for the waistbands of each other’s jeans at the same time, a bit of laughter and a heap of impatience in the mix as we undid buttons and zippers. Then we helped peel and pry the wet denim off our legs.
“Cold, cold, cold,” Catalina chanted as she danced around in front of the shower. Lucky me, her performance warmed me right up. Her thong divided her ass cheeks in the divinest of ways as she bent to turn on the hot water. She brought up her arms as she spun around, covering up her breasts, and I tugged them right back down.
“Nope. No covering up the goods. In fact…” I reached around and unhooked the bra, fisted the little bow in the center, and yanked it all the way off.
Anticipation pinged from one internal organ to another, all the way south, as she shimmed out of her panties. And I just gaped at her unclothed body with desire and devotion, ready to worship at her altar. At any given moment, I could close my eyes and picture her naked and needy, night and day. I’d coasted my fingers over every inch before. And my intense craving for her still struck me just as hard as the first time, the last time, every time.
She disappeared through the shower curtain, and then poked her head around the edge. Thanks to the increasing humidity, her dark curls were more pronounced and slightly wild. “The water’s fine, in case you’re wondering.”
“Little secret,” I said, the metal hooks zinging across the bar as I jerked the curtain open. “I’m not here for the water.”
“Ah, so just to get clean, then.”
“Wrong again. This shower’s about to get absolutely filthy.” I stepped inside and backed Catalina against the tile, our bodies slipping together beneath the spray coming from above. Her eyes fluttered closed, her long dark lashes fanning her water-speckled cheeks, and I slammed my mouth over hers.
Relief filled her sigh. “This is what I’ve been waiting for. You, me… Us.” Her eyes cracked open, vulnerability glinting in the depths.
“I missed you, too, kitty-cat.”
At the tiniest lift at the corner of her mouth, everything in me unraveled. Speaking the words I’d longed to say since I’d arrived unlocked something in us both. We crashed back together with a voracity that heightened every sense, every move, every touch, every breath.
Her nails skimmed up my arms, goose bumps following in their wake, and I thrust my tongue inside her mouth, devouring and reasserting my admission.
Our admission. I wasn’t the only one feeling more than I’d bargained for, and that made it easier to pour it all out. To demonstrate I’d learned her body better and wasn’t scared of going beyond to explore this intense bond.
She rolled her tongue over mine, going up on her toes and wrestling me for control.
There was defying, conquering, and submission on both of our parts. She dug her nails into my skin, gripping and rolling so that my back hit the tile. I drove my fingers through her hair and yanked back her head, opening her further to me.
I ground against her and her teeth scraped my bottom lip. Dizziness set in, and before I lost my bearings, I gripped her hips and pivoted, water splattering us both as I guided her under the flow of the water, all the way until her back hit the wall.
My other hand glided between us, and I swallowed her gasp as I dragged my middle finger over her clit. Down I went another couple of inches, until my palm rested against the bundle of nerves I’d awoken. I sought out the wetness coming from her instead of the spray overhead, and pushed inside of her, savoring her cry.
“Izaac, I… just want to say thank you. For showing up. For fixing my sink. For—oh, God.”
I’d added another finger and crooked the tips of them, hitting that spot that she loved. She rocked her hips, lost to the pleasure, her pussy sucking me deeper and tighter. Catalina Mendes might never admit that she was putty in my hands, but what mattered was that in the here and now, she surrendered her body, melting against me as I pumped into her.
No more thinking, no more fighting her emotions. Just passion and sensing and feeling, and I dared to hope that she was mine in the way that I was hers.
Later I’d insist on conversation to clarify. But for now, what she had said was enough.
