Worth the Trouble(56)

He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the spare bedroom. After laying her on the bed, he crawled on top of her, holding her gaze. For too long he’d imagined this moment, and now it was here. He wouldn’t rush. He’d savor every single second.

She writhed beneath him, as if seeking relief from her own pent-up desire. He was so stiff it hurt.

Closing his eyes, he kissed her. Warm, pliant kisses. Silky tongues wrestling. Hands combing through loose hair. Hot, heavy breath brushing against his neck. A waterfall of sensation submerging all conscious thought.

Tumbling back to earth, he broke their kiss and nuzzled the sensitive part of her neck below her ear.

She ran her hands along his back and over his hips, urging him into the cradle of her legs. Tugging at his shirt, she explored his heated skin, leaving tracks of gooseflesh wherever she touched. Surges of pleasure and sweet relief pumped through his lungs and limbs.

He reached up and tore off his shirt then brought his free hand down on her collarbone and traced down her ribs until his hand filled with her breast. She arched her back to meet his touch. He feathered his thumb back and forth over her nipple. Despite the layer of clothing, it hardened under his touch. His erection jumped in response to her reaction. I’m on fire.

He kissed her swollen lips again and slowly unbuttoned the front of her dress. As he peeled it back, his breath caught at the sight of another set of sexy underwear. A bra and matching panties—sheer netting with lemon-yellow embroidery, trimmed with lime-green silk ribbon—barely covered her.

“Your underwear is amazing.” He clamped his mouth over the thin fabric covering her breast and sucked until she squirmed. “If I didn’t know it must be expensive, I’d rip it off with my teeth.”

“I can buy more.” She pressed his head back to her chest. “Shred it.”

Sorely tempted, he refrained and simply used his hands to pull her panties down her long, lean legs. Barely able to contain his excitement, he worked his hands back up her legs while his mouth took equal care of her other breast. Frustrated by the ribbons, he stripped away the fancy bra and let his eyes roam her naked body, which she’d stretched out before him.

She propped up onto her elbows and cocked a brow. “We have a bit of disparity here.” She stared at his shorts and back up to his eyes. “Your turn to strip.”

“Vying for control?” He reached for his zipper but halted, awaiting her answer.

“Sorry, habit.” She smiled and lay back.

He grinned and disrobed quickly, eager to be skin to skin.

“Oh,” she whispered, her sexual haze turning up the heat in the room as she studied every inch of him.

He traced her cheekbones and jaw then down along her waist before sweeping his palm across her abdomen and lowering it to the juncture between her legs.

Sinking his fingers into her hot center, he used the palm of his hand to stimulate the sensitive nub until she rocked her hips to match the rhythm of his movements.

“Hank,” she panted.

He continued stroking her, kissing her sumptuous mouth, nipping at her lip before dipping his head back to feast on her nipples. Determined to make this the best experience she’d ever had with any man, he focused entirely on her satisfaction. He lost track of time and space until her hands clamped around his shaft and he nearly exploded.

“Now, Hank. Please,” she begged, lifting her hips.

“You don’t have to beg.” He tore himself away to search for the condom in his wallet. Ripping it open with his teeth, he quickly fastened it in place.

He pinioned her hands above her head and kissed her long and hard, lowering his body onto hers again, letting friction from the contact warm them both. She wriggled and moaned beneath him until he couldn’t wait another minute. Guiding himself to her entrance, he thrust inside the tight, hot space.

“Catalina,” he rasped. Her muscles gripped him hard. Feels so damned good. “I’ve imagined this for so long.”

He wanted to go slow, to take care not to hurt her, but the urgency of his desire overwhelmed him. Everything tightened as he moved inside her—deep, slow thrusts.

“Yes, Hank,” she groaned. “Don’t stop.”

He opened his eyes and took in her features. She lay beneath him, bathed in sweat, lips parted, eyelids heavy with pleasure. “So beautiful.”

He kissed her.

Be mine—his last coherent thought before his control slipped and his hips took over.

Tension and desire played tug-of-war, escalating every sensation until Cat screamed his name and clawed his back, sending him exploding over the edge, fully inside her, hands clamped around her ass as he let himself come down.