Page 61 of The Vows We Keep
I chuckle as I tug the thermal over her head until she’s in her bra, leather pants, and boots. “I ever tell you you’re gorgeous?”
“It doesn’t matter if you did or didn’t. I can never hear it too many times.”
I drop to my knees and remove her boots.
“I can do that. You don’t need to—”
I glare up at her. “Babe. I don’t get on my knees for someone else unless I really want to. Let me take your boots off, Miss Independent. I know you can remove your own footwear. But in this instance, you don’t need to.”
She sighs. “Fine.”
Then I remove my own. When I stand, her hands slip beneath my T-shirt and lift it over my head. I like the way her fingertips feel as they brush over my abs. I catch sight of us in the mirror that’s hanging over the desk. My body covered in ink. Her skin virgin. “You ever think about getting a tattoo, babe?”
“Yes, but I can never settle on what design I want. And I worry if I change my mind this often thinking about it, I’ll definitely change my mind about it once it’s on my skin.”
I place a row of kisses along the warm skin of her shoulder. “If you ever decide, come see me. You let anyone else touch your skin and I’ll kill them.”
She slides her fingers to the button of my leathers. “So controlling, yet so sweet.”
“You have no idea. I’d kill anyone for you.”
It takes another minute to get naked. Leathers, thermal leggings, wool socks, underwear.
When we’re done, I grab a condom and lead Catalina to the bathroom before turning on the shower. I’m grateful Halo booked us here and not some roadside motel with tiny bathrooms and miserable water pressure. The bathroom is bright and clean, and when I turn the faucet, the water hits the tub with force.
Once it’s warm enough, I help her step into the shower and watch as she lets the water sluice over her. The moan she emits hits my cock full on, and I climb in to join her. We kiss messily beneath the spray as water splashes off us in a million different directions. Cat’s giggle breaks us apart as she brushes hair and water from her face.
Fucking love it when she’s happy.
I drag my fingertips along her collarbone, between her breasts. I cup the weight of her breast in my palm, rubbing my thumb over a light brown nipple that peaks. I bend to draw it into my mouth. I love the taste and feel of her as I suck hard.
The other hand I slip between her legs to cup her.
Catalina gasps at the intrusion.
“Too much?” I ask.
She nods her head. “Intense.”
“Let me take care of you.” Using the shampoo from a container on the wall, I wash her hair, and she surprises the fuck out of me by washing mine. I’m not used to having people do nice things for me. If I had a gauge on emotions, I’d probably say it’s like feeling cherished. As I don’t, I simply revel in how good it feels.
Simply being around Catalina, doing things with her, makes me feel calmer.
Less chaotic.
Except, I still get to do everything I usually do for my club.
And she doesn’t shy away from any of it. From me. From what we do.
Being accepted and unjudged is ...
I blow out a breath and reach for the soap. Gently, I wash her, easing my palms along her waist, over her breasts, between her legs. I’ve never much been a fan of this kind of intimacy, and it takes me a moment to not feel stupid doing it.
But one look at Catalina’s face and I can tell she likes it as much as I like doing it.
Will this all end in sex?
Absolutely.
