Page 32 of The Vows We Keep
Wait, that last part probably doesn’t happen when you win the Powerball, but watching Catalina walk toward me is making my cock punch my denim.
She tugs her T-shirt over her head and reveals a black lace bra, and for a moment, I’m poleaxed.
“You gonna stand there and watch like a voyeur, or are you going to join in?”
It’s broad daylight. It’s morning. I’m hungry. Not sure I want everyone to see her getting railed by me as much as I want everyone to know I’m fucking her. It’s a quandary I don’t overthink. I simply hook a finger under the bra between her breasts and tug her to me.
“Can’t wait to taste every part of you, starting with these.” I brush my thumb over her lips before I allow my mouth to touch hers.
One taste and I know she’s different, and I got a problem.
Because one kiss is not going to be enough. I want more. I want to rip her apart and put her back together again. I slide my hands around her, letting them trail up and down the bare skin of her back. She’s got soft, warm, and utterly virgin skin I want to scar as much as I want to ink. I want to leave a permanent memory that for a brief moment she was mine and I was hers.
Something indelible.
Something she’ll have to explain to Felipe if she returns to his bed.
Her hand creeps into my hair as we fall into each other.
I reach between us for the button of her leathers and pop it open. I’m waiting for the moment she tells me we aren’t fucking here in the public kitchen. But she doesn’t.
None of the brothers think twice about fucking one of the club girls wherever they want to.
It seems Catalina is the same.
Wait, does this make me the club girl in this scenario?
Hell, I’ll be anything she wants me to be if it ends with my cock inside her.
Lowering the zipper, I allow my knuckle to drag along her underwear. Her eyes never leave mine, and what hot fucking eyes they are. They’re the kind that suck you in and spit you out again. There are depths and secrets I’m never going to understand.
I slide my hand beneath her panties. She’s smooth. So fucking smooth. No hair. When I reach her cunt, she’s already dripping, and I bathe my middle finger in her juices before I slide inside her.
Catalina gasps, and I kiss her again. I want to inhale her need. “Love the way you’re clamping down on my finger. Can only imagine how hard you’re gonna squeeze my cock.” The words are mumbled against her mouth.
I slip my hand from between her legs and rub my juiced-up finger over her lips. Her tongue darts out and lazily traces her lower lip.
“Fuck,” I groan and kiss her again. It’s messy, and I want that taste of her all over my tongue. I lick her upper lip and swirl my tongue around her mouth. She meets me beat for beat.
In an unexpected tenderness, she kisses where my scar crosses my lip.
Catalina shoves my cut off my shoulders. Usually, I treat it with more respect than letting it hit the floor, but the desire pulsing through me is greater than my need to stop and pick it up. I help her get my T-shirt over my head, then remove her bra, and suddenly our upper bodies are skin to skin. Tawny nipples rub against my chest.
“I want inside you,” I gasp, shoving her leathers down her thighs.
It’s a miracle no one has come into the kitchen and seen us. The idea we might get caught is a turn-on. Hell, I’m enough of an exhibitionist not to care if someone sees me shoving my cock into the hottest woman to ever grace this building.
I lift her onto the counter. We’re a tangled mess, but I don’t have the self-control to remove her boots and leathers. Catalina reaches for my jeans, unzips me, and frees my cock. With a grip that threatens to make me come before I’ve even gotten inside her, she eases her hand up and down my length.
“I love how nice and thick you are,” she says looking up at me from beneath long, dark eyelashes.
She looks different right now.
Softer.
The woman who kicked ass earlier today got me worked up. This version of Catalina, the one sitting on the counter, waiting for me to fuck her, is a whole other ball game. This one has the power to undo me, of that I’m certain. I just can’t let her.
“I love that you’re so fucking tight. I’m gonna slide into you nice and slow. Inch by inch. Until we’re both so desperate, so fucking aroused that we can’t wait. I’m gonna make you come fast, then make you come slow while I pump you full of my cum.”
