Maid for a Magnate(20)

As the rain continued to beat against the side of the shack, Catalina  actually found herself happy that she was stuck here. Perhaps this was  the push she needed to follow through with what she truly wanted. No,  she wasn't looking for happily-ever-after, she'd never be that naïve  again where Will was concerned. But she was older now, was going into  this with both eyes wide open.

And within the next couple months, hopefully she'd be out of Alma and  starting her new life. So why not take the plunge now with a man she'd  always wanted? Because he was right. This was all about them, here and  now. Everything else could wait outside that door.

For now, Catalina was taking what she'd wanted for years.





      Eleven

Catalina came to her feet. From here on out she was taking charge of  what she'd been deprived of and what she wanted...and she wanted Will.  Whatever doubts she had about sleeping with him wouldn't be near as  consuming as the regret she'd have if she moved away and ignored this  opportunity.

The moment she stood before him, Will sank back down on the floor and  stared up at her as her dress fell into a puddle around her feet. As she  stepped away and kicked the garment aside, his eyes roamed over her,  taking in the sight of the bikini and nothing else.

The image of him sitting at her feet was enough to give her a sense of  control, a sense of dominance. The one time when it counted most, she  didn't feel inferior.

Will could've immediately taken over, he could've stood before her and taken charge, but he'd given her the reins.

"That bikini does some sinful things to your body." He reached out,  trailed his fingertips over the sensitive area behind her knee and on up  to her thigh. "Your curves are stunning, Cat. Your body was made to be  uncovered."

"How long have you wanted me, Will?" she asked, needing to know this much. "Did you want me when we were together before?"

"More than anything," he rasped out, still sliding his fingers up and  down the backs of her legs. "But I knew you were a virgin and I  respected you."

"What if I were a virgin now?" she asked, getting off track. "Would you still respect me?"

"I've always respected you." He came up to his knees, putting his face  level with her stomach. He placed a kiss just above her bikini bottoms  before glancing up at her. "And I don't want to discuss if there's been  another man in your bed."

With a move she hadn't expected, he tossed her back into the chair and  stood over her, his hands resting on either side of her head. "Because  I'm the only man you're going to be thinking of right now."                       
       
           



       

"I've only been with one other, but you're the only man I've ever wanted in my bed," she admitted. "I need you to know that."

Maybe she was naïve for letting him in on that little piece of  information she'd kept locked in her heart for so long, but right now,  something more than desire was sparking between them. He was too  possessive for this to just be something quick and easy.

They weren't just scratching an itch, but she had no clue what label to  put on what was about to happen. Which was why she planned on not  thinking and just feeling. This bond that was forming here was something  she'd have to figure out later...much later.

"All I need to know is that you want this as much as I do," he told  her. "That you're ready for anything that happens because I can't  promise soft and gentle. I've wanted you too long."

A shiver of arousal speared through her. "I don't need gentle, Will. I just need you."

In an instant his lips crushed hers. She didn't know when things had  shifted, but in the span of about two minutes, she'd gone from  questioning sex with Will to nearly ripping his shorts off so she could  have him.

Will's strong hands gripped her hips as he shifted the angle of his  head for a deeper kiss. Cat arched her body, needing to feel as much of  him as possible. There still didn't seem to be enough contact. She  wanted more...she wanted it all. The need to have everything she'd  deprived herself of was now an all-consuming ache.

"Keep moaning like that, sweetheart," he muttered against her lips. "You're all mine."

She hadn't even realized she'd moaned, which just proved how much control this man had over her actions.

Gripping his shoulders, she tried to pull him down further, but he  eased back. With his eyes locked onto hers, he hooked his thumbs in the  waistband of his board shorts and shoved them to the floor. Stepping out  of them he reached down, took her hand and pulled her to her feet.

Keeping her eyes on his, she reached behind her neck and untied her  top. It fell forward as she worked on the knot. Soon they'd flung the  entire scrap of fabric across the room. Will's eyes widened and his  nostrils flared.

Excitement and anticipation roiled through her as she shoved her  bottoms down without a care. She had no clue who reached for whom first,  but the next second she was in his arms, skin to skin from torso to  knees and she'd never felt anything better in her entire life.

Will's arms wrapped around her waist, his hands splaying across her  bare back. He spun her around and sank down into the chair, pulling her  down with him. Instinctively her legs straddled his hips. Catalina  fisted her fingers in his hair as his lips trailed down her throat.

"So sexy," he murmured against her heated skin. "So mine."

Yes. She was his for now...maybe she always had been.

When his mouth found her breast, his hands encircled her hips. She waited, aching with need.

"Will," she panted, not recognizing her own voice. "Protection."

With his hair mussed, his lids heavy, he looked up. "I don't have any  with me. Dammit, they're on the yacht. I didn't expect to get caught out  here like this." Cursing beneath his breath, he shook his head. "I'm  clean. I swear I wouldn't lie about something like that. I haven't been  with a woman in...too long, and I recently had a physical."

"I know I'm clean and I'm on birth control."

He gave her a look, silently asking what she wanted to do. Without  another word she slowly sank down onto him, so that they were finally,  fully joined after years of wanting, years of fantasizing.

Their sighs and groans filled the small room. Wind continued to beat  against the window as rain pelted the tin roof. Everything about this  scenario was perfect. Even if they were in a rundown shed, she didn't  care. The ambiance was amazingly right. The storm that had swept through  them over the years only matched Mother Nature's fury outside the door.  This was the moment they were supposed to be together, this was what  they'd both waited for so long.

"Look at me," he demanded, his fingertips pressing into her hips.

Catalina hadn't realized she'd closed her eyes, but she opened them and  found herself looking into Will's bright, expressive aqua eyes. He may  be able to hold back his words, but those eyes told her so much. Like  the fact that he cared for her. This was sex, but there was so much more  going on...so much more they'd discuss later.

As her hips rocked back and forth against his, Will continued to watch  her face. Catalina leaned down, resting her hands on his shoulders. The  need inside her built so fast, she dropped her forehead against his.                       
       
           



       

"No," he stated. "Keep watching me. I want to see your face."

As she looked back into his eyes, her body responded to every touch,  every kiss, every heated glance. Tremors raced through her at the same  time his body stilled, the cords in his neck tightened and his  fingertips dug even further into her hips.

His body stiffened against hers, his lips thinned as his own climax  took control. Catalina couldn't look away. She wanted to see him come  undone, knowing she caused this powerful man to fall at the mercy of her  touch.

Once their bodies eased out of the euphoric state, Catalina leaned  down, rested her head on his shoulder and tried to regain some sense of  normal breathing. She didn't know what to say now, how to act. They'd  taken this awkward, broken relationship and put another speed bump in  it. Now all they had to do was figure out how to maneuver over this new  hurdle since they'd moved to a whole new, unfamiliar level.

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Will trailed his hand up and down Cat's back, which was smooth and damp  with sweat. Damn, she was sexier than he'd ever, ever imagined. She'd  taken him without a second thought and with such confidence. Yet she'd  been so tight...had she not slept with anyone? How had that not  happened? Surely she wasn't still a virgin.

Had Cat kept her sexuality penned up all this time? For completely selfish reasons, this thought pleased him.