Page 44 of Catch
She planted her hands on my chest for balance, her nails scraping against my skin, and I wished she’d claw me deeper—mark me, brand me, make sure I carried this moment with me long after she was gone. But instead, she locked eyes with me,and I saw her unraveling, saw the silent, desperate plea in her expression.
She was close.
“Let go, Lox,” I urged, my voice a low command. “Let me see you let go.”
That was all it took.
Her movements turned frantic, her walls tightening around me as her release crashed over her. Her head fell back, hands palming her breasts, soft cries slipping from her lips as she shattered above me.
The sight of her coming undone sent me spiraling. A deep groan tore from my chest, reverberating through the room as I met her movements, thrusting up into her, my own release hitting me like a wrecking ball. My body tensed, my fingers digging into her thighs as I filled her, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
For a brief moment, I thought I might black out from it. Goosebumps rose across my skin as I slowly came back down, my breathing ragged, my pulse hammering in my ears.
Loxley blinked down at me, dazed, then smiled. “Can we do this every day?”
I let out a soft laugh, squeezing her thighs between my hands. “Every. Single. Day.
“So much better than doing it ourselves with a wall between us.”
“We were crazy to think that’d be enough.”
“We tried,” she shrugged, stretching lazily as she remained nestled against me. “At least we can say we tried.”
A quiet moan escaped her as she shifted, her body overly sensitive.
“Speaking of showers,” she moaned, moving a little as she still sat nestled on top of me with my dick inside of her. “I need one.”
Leaning up, I kept her wrapped around me as I stood, carrying her to the bathroom without breaking our connection. By the time I had the water warming, I finally slid out of her, setting her gently on her feet. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, and when her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, I knew she felt me dripping from her.
“My shower isn’t missing tiles.”
She rolled her eyes, but her smile was pure satisfaction.
“Probably safer,” I continued, letting my hands roam over her skin, my voice teasing. “For the structural integrity of this house, if we both use mine.”
She hummed in agreement, running her fingers slowly down my abs.
I guided her into the walk-in shower, letting the warm water cascade over her bare skin. Tilting her head back, I let the stream run down her back, watching the way the droplets clung to her curves. I leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss. It felt too tender, almost too intimate, but I didn’t care.
Her hands wandered from my arms down my sides, the touch making my muscles tighten under her fingertips. Then, she wrapped her fingers around my cock, already hard and ready for more.
She looked down between us, watching her own movements, her lips parting slightly as she took in the way I twitched in her grasp. Her touch was careful but deliberate, and fuck, it was doing things to me. When her gaze flicked back up, her eyes were full of something playful, something teasing.
“Say it,” I urged, recognizing the hesitation in her expression.
She bit her lip, like she was debating whether or not to speak, but finally, she let the words slip.
“Just thinking… I’ve never touched someone like this before.”
For a second, my body locked up. A thought hit me like a truck. Had I just taken her virginity without even realizing it? She’d told me how sheltered she’d been, how tightly controlled her life was under her label’s thumb. Did that mean she’d never?—?
She must’ve seen the alarm flash across my face because she laughed softly, shaking her head. “Calm down, Mr. Officer,” she teased. “I’m not a complete rookie. I just… I’ve never been this intimate before. Not like this.”
Relief hit me first, but it was quickly followed by something darker. The idea that anyone had touched her before me sent an unexpected rush of adrenaline through my veins. I wasn’t possessive by nature. I’d never been the kind of guy to think a woman owed her body to anyone, least of all me. But Loxley wasn’t just any woman. She was mine. At least for now.
And I sure as hell didn’t want to be just another name on her list.
I wanted to be the one she measured everyone else against. The one that set the bar so high no one would ever come close.
