Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 125121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
At least, that seemed the right thing to do. How did relationships like ours work? The only thing I knew about boyfriends was the summer flings I had when I was home from France. I was never serious with those guys, or dating more than one at once.
Cato’s head bobbed quick and hard between my legs, tongue-fucking my eyes up in my head, and all the while not breaking eye contact. No one could silence themselves through that. I’d need a muzzle of my own.
“Uh, yes, Cato,” I breathed. “Uh, that feels so good. Why did we wait so long to do this?”
He bit the soft skin of my inner thigh—not gently. “We had to talk about spoons.”
It was strange how easy it had become to decipher him. I had to accept I belonged to him.
“Forgive me for being slow?”
“No.”
“What? But—”
Cato dove for my clit.
“Ah!”
He sucked hard, flicking and tormenting the thing without mercy. Heat suffused my body, turning the pinpricks into a sheen that glistened in the low light from my lamp. The sheets were sticking to me—teasing my sensitive flesh, making me even more aware of my charged nerve endings.
People spend so much time talking about sex in the crudest, basic terms, they never tell you what’s truly wonderful about it.
They don’t let you know that your whole body lights up like a mad scientist flipping a switch and bringing you back to life. That’s what I was before. Not living. Not feeling. Not experiencing the full measure of my body and what it could do for eighteen long years.
Now I felt everything.
I felt the ridges of his long, callused fingers gripping my thigh. I felt every individual hair brushing my inner legs, making my ticklish self squirm even harder. I felt his mouth on me like a force of nature, whipping the frenzied storm racing through my body to higher, more dangerous heights.
Cato slipped a finger past my folds and I was gone.
A wave of intense, bone-cracking pleasure bowled me over—arching my body off the bed. Cato slipped his hand behind my neck and drew me back, our eyes locked—our souls locked—as explosions went off in my core, rocketing from my pussy and up to my mind where everything went white.
I don’t remember falling away from him. Euphoria blotted out my mind and then there he was—sculpted, chiseled beauty gazing down at me.
Cato propped on one hand, the other tracing lazy circles from my belly button and traveling up. My skin pimpled under his touch. It amazed me he could be so rough and gentle at the same time. The mess of contradictions that was falling for Cato Dumont.
His fingers reached my mouth and traced my lips. For a second, I wondered why they were wet... then I knew.
I lit on fire when he gently pressed, wanting me to open up and taste myself. Oh yes, these guys were definitely miles ahead of me in this game, and didn’t care that I was tripping down the road trying to catch up. But that’s another thing no one tells you...
Lips parting, my tongue snaked around his fingers, sucking him in deep. Cato released a long, sharp hiss—so turned on it hurt.
They don’t say that this is the best thing about a guy who knows exactly what they’re doing. The only one bumbling their way around my orgasm is me. My guys know how to hit the bull’s-eye every time. And who is trying to leave the bedroom with anything less?
He dipped as I rose, lips connecting in a shower of sparks and attraction. Looking back, I tried to remember a time I didn’t want Cato in every way. Nothing came to mind. I always wanted him.
Before I met him, I wanted him.
A guy who would do anything to protect me. Cared about me and my family. Didn’t let anyone intimidate him. And was so hot, you couldn’t stare too long at him without burning your eyes out.
I imagined that guy so many times in lonely years trapped in an all-girls boarding school. I just didn’t realize it wasn’t one guy I was looking for, and they were waiting for me within my worst nightmare... to make it into a dream.
We broke apart gasping. A sudden wild urge seized me, and I jumped on it before it could run away.
“Hold on,” I whispered, guiding him onto his back. “I want to try something.”
He flashed, fisting the hairs at the nape of my neck and tilting my neck back. I gasped when he licked up my chin. “On your knees.” Again his growl was nothing less than a threat.
Again my lower belly contracted in exquisite pain.
“I want to try that too,” I giggled. Snapping my arm up, I broke his hold and slammed his arm. Cato got no chance to recover. My hand was around his throat and shoving him onto the pillows while the other ensnared his wrist. Lucien said I was quickly becoming his star pupil. “First, I want you just like this, Cato Dumont. On your back and at my mercy.” I winked. “If you disobey, you’ll find out that I bite too.”