CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Smoke
I WAS SO hard I was in agony, but I didn’t fucking care. The pain was worth it for the pleasure of holding a naked Cat in my arms as she came, screaming against my chest. I didn’t let go, holding her as she shuddered, riding out the climax.
As her tremors faded I stroked her back, loving the feel of her satiny damp skin under my palm. She’d gone heavy and still, resting her forehead on my chest, her breathing ragged and loud in the silence of the room.
I bent to nuzzle her hair, the sweet smell of her shampoo almost drowned by the salt and musk of feminine arousal. I nearly growled, wanting that scent all over me—on my skin, in my mouth, every-fucking-where. I wanted to eat her alive, taste every inch of her, explore every part of her with my tongue and my fingers and my cock.
For too many years that had been an empty, hollow dream.
Not any more.
Now she was mine.
Now I could indulge every fantasy I’d ever had and that reality—after years and goddamn years of trying to resist—was almost overwhelming.
But we had the whole day. There was no rush, no hurry. Even so, I was a greedy bastard, and there was no way I was going to waste time doing nothing when I could be doing something.
And right now that ‘something’ was getting inside of Cat.
I eased her off my lap, handling her with care. ‘I’ll be two seconds,’ I murmured. ‘Stay right here. Don’t fucking move.’
I didn’t wait for a reply, getting up and going down the hallway and into her small bathroom.
I soaked a washcloth in hot water, then went back to the living room. She’d curled herself up at one end of the couch, her face turned away, her cheek pressing against her arm. She was hugging herself as if she was cold, and that made my chest get tight.
I knew I’d been hard on her—knew that I’d pushed her. Maybe I’d pushed too hard.
Yeah, but that’s what you do, isn’t it? You always push too fucking hard.
Ignoring the voice in my head, I moved over to the couch, sitting down and then pulling Cat back into my lap. There was only a moment’s tension before she relaxed, resting her cheek against my chest.
Gently, I coaxed her legs apart, checking the vulnerable flesh between them. As I’d thought, her little pussy had been rubbed raw against the denim of my jeans, and her skin was an angry red.
Fuck. I shouldn’t have held her down so hard. Pissed with myself, I stroked the washcloth lightly between her thighs, hoping the heat would help. Her head fell back against my arm, and there was a flash of green as she looked up at me from beneath her silky black lashes.
I met her gaze, the tightness in my chest easing. Something glowed in the depths of her eyes and it wasn’t devastation, or fear, or any of the other things I realised I’d been half expecting. It was something warmer, fiercer.
‘You bastard...’ she murmured. ‘I think you’ve broken me.’
But she wasn’t broken—I could see that. I’d pushed her—and pushed her hard—but she was strong. Christ, she was probably stronger than I was when it came down to it. Women always were. Certainly my mother had been.
‘Liar.’ I moved the washcloth gently, watching her shiver in response. ‘Broken is the last thing you are.’
Her mouth was swollen from the kisses I’d given her, and now it curved in a smile. I bent, brushing my lips over hers, the tip of my tongue dipping in to taste her purely because I could. Because I wanted to.
She didn’t resist, opening her mouth beneath mine as if she’d been waiting for the moment.
So good. Fuck, she went straight to my head—sweet and hot like the best bourbon money could buy.
I could control myself. I wasn’t a teenage boy. Yet one kiss from Cat and I almost came in my jeans.
Carefully I pushed her out of my lap, dropping the cloth, my hands shaking as I got to my feet and started ripping off my clothes. So much for not being in a rush.
On the coffee table was a plastic bag with the box of condoms I’d got from the drugstore and I reached for it, unable to get the damn thing open fast enough.
Cat watched me from the couch, her eyes wide, staring as I ripped open a packet and got out the condom, rolling the latex down over my painfully hard dick. Her eyes widened even further as I came over to the couch, her gaze roaming over me like she’d never seen me before in all her life.
There was heat in the green depths of her eyes and it made me feel like a fucking god. Women liked me, but Cat’s appreciative stare was like gas down a fuel line, sending my heartbeat into overdrive.
I turned her over onto her back and spread her legs wide before kneeling between them. She gave a shiver as I ran my fingers over her inner thighs, stroking her, green lightning in her gaze.
‘You okay?’ I let my fingers trail further, through the silky black curls of her pussy, brushing her soft, wet flesh. ‘Sore?’
The breath hissed in her throat, and a red flush stained her cheekbones. ‘A little.’
I was too far gone to stop, so I said, ‘Let me know if it’s too much.’
I reached down, spreading her with my fingers and easing the head of my cock into position. Then I leaned over her, putting one hand beside her head, looking down into her flushed face.
‘Watch me, kitten. Don’t take your eyes off me.’
I pushed into her, long and deep and slow, and the hot, wet grip of her slit closed around me, holding me so tightly I could hardly breathe.
So good. So goddamn good.
She moaned, her lashes fluttering, her back arching. The sight was fucking erotic. Cat, naked, beneath me at last...at last. Her nipples were tight and hard. Sweat gleamed in the hollow of her throat. I looked further down to where my cock had disappeared inside her, saw the wet pink flesh of her pussy spread apart.
‘Fuck, yes.’ I pushed her knees up and out, opening her wider so I could watch myself sink even deeper. ‘Take me, kitten. Take it all.’
She groaned again and I slid one hand beneath her hips, lifting her, tilting her so I could get as deep inside her as I could.
‘S-Smoke... I can’t... I don’t think...’
‘Yes, you can.’ I drew my hips back, watching the wet gleam of her pussy around my aching dick. ‘You fucking can.’
Then I thrust in slowly, making us both groan as pleasure rippled outwards.
The urgency had faded now I was inside her and I wanted to take my time. Savour it. Savour her. Give her all the pleasure she deserved...make her scream my name over and over again.
Her fingers closed around my biceps, digging in the more deeply I settled inside her, and her head went back, exposing the arch of her throat. Sweat glittered on her skin, and her breathing shuddered in the space between us.
She was so fucking beautiful.
‘This is the way it should have been, Cat.’ My voice got hoarse as I drew my hips back in a long, lazy glide. ‘And this is the way it’s going to be from now on.’
I thrust in with the same lazy movement.
A ragged gasp escaped her. I felt her nails against my skin. ‘I’m not sure... I can...handle this...’
I thrust again, taking my time, enjoying the sound of her ragged breath and the sight of the agonised pleasure on her face.
‘You can handle anything, kitten.’ Another deep thrust, teasing us both as her flesh gripped mine. ‘You’re so fucking strong.’
‘I don’t know...’ She began to pant, her hips lifting. ‘You might be...too much for me... Oh, God...’
Too much? No fucking way. This woman had had a child on her own. Had faced down that prick of an abusive ex. Had created a life for herself out of nothing. She could handle me—oh, yes, she damn well could.
It made me want to prove to her exactly how much she could take.
I paused and slid a hand beneath one of her knees, lifting it up and over my shoulder while keeping the other held wide, making her even more open to me. Then I leaned forward, pushing as deep as I could get.
‘Oh...fuck...’
Cat’s eyes squeezed shut. Her hands clenched on my shoulders, her nails scratching again, but that was all good. I wanted her marks on me. I wanted the scratches, the signs of the pleasure I’d given her. The pleasure that only I had given her.
I moved faster, pushing her against the arm of the couch with each thrust into that slick, perfect little pussy of hers.
‘See what you can take? You can take everything I throw at you.’
It was starting to get to me now. The intensity of the sensation. The heat of her bare skin all silky and smooth against mine. The musky, salty scent of sex and Cat. Pleasure was uncoiling up my spine, roaring in my head like the sound of my Harley’s pipes, and I wanted to go faster, to drive so deep and hard I lost myself.
She was mine. She was all mine.
‘S-Smoke...’ She twisted beneath me, her hips moving faster, rubbing herself against me. ‘Oh... Jesus... Please...’
I upped the pace, loving the feel of her pussy clamping around my cock as I drove inside her, feeling the pressure of her leg over my shoulder and the slight pain of her nails in my back.
Her face was deeply flushed, her bottom lip between her teeth, and her eyes were tightly shut—black lashes against red cheeks, tears caught there, glittering like tiny diamonds. She was perfect...fucking perfect.
Except I wanted her to look at me.
I paused and reached down, gripping her chin in my hand. ‘Eyes on me.’
Her lashes lifted. The green of her irises was now lost to the black of her pupils and it made me want to growl in satisfaction, because there was nothing but pleasure deep in that beautiful gaze of hers. No fear—not this time. And no looking away.
‘You’re mine.’ My voice was guttural, unrecognisable, and I couldn’t stop myself from repeating it. So we both knew exactly what was going on here. ‘You’re fucking mine.’
Then I bent and covered her beautiful mouth, pushing my tongue inside as I pushed my dick deep into her hot little pussy.
She shuddered, a moan vibrating in her chest. Then she began to kiss me back as hard as I was kissing her, her tongue sliding against mine, her body twisting, thrusting up to take me even as I was taking her.
I didn’t want it to be slow any more. I wanted her harder, faster. Wanted the sound of her cries and the smack of my flesh against hers.
I wanted to fuck her into the middle of next week.
It became something like a fight—me trying to hold her down so I could fuck her hard while she thrust her hips up, trying to rub her clit against the base of my cock, kissing me hungrily, frantically.
Her nails scratched down my back and I swear she drew blood.
She drove me fucking crazy.
It got hotter, more desperate. I cupped the back of her head to protect her as I slammed her against the arm of the couch, her tits bouncing with each thrust, her cries loud in my ear. Then I turned my mouth into her neck, biting down on the delicate tendons at the side as she clenched hard around my cock.
Her skin tasted salty and sweet. I swear I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.
Another deep thrust. And another. And another.
Pleasure was like a fucking nightclub at the back of my head—a drumbeat that wouldn’t let up. I tried to hold on, take it slow, make it controlled, but she was becoming frantic, clawing at me, sobbing and desperate.
I’d never experienced anything hotter in all my goddamn miserable life.
Yeah, cause you don’t deserve it.
But no, I wasn’t having any of that bullshit. Of course I deserved it. After all the bad shit I’d done in my life having Cat finally beneath me was something I’d never looked for, but now the moment was here I’d be damned if I let it slip through my fingers.
So I kept on moving, kept driving us both to the edge of insanity. And then, when she was sobbing my name, tears streaking her cheeks, our bodies slippery with sweat, I slid my hand between us, down to her small, swollen clit. I brushed my fingers over it. Once. Twice. Then I thrust hard, burying myself as deeply inside her as I could get.
Cat screamed my name, her pussy clamping down hard on my cock, her nails digging into my skin and her back arching like she’d been given an electric shock. Then she began to sob, her whole body shuddering as orgasm took over.
I held her tight, turning her face into my neck as I gave a couple more hard thrusts, my orgasm shooting up my spine and exploding out through the top of my head—the purest fucking pleasure I’d ever known.
And afterwards such complete... Jesus, I didn’t have a word for it. Maybe it was peace. The kind of peace I’d felt in the moments after Dad took his last breath, when a weight had just lifted right off me. A weight I hadn’t realised was there.
Fucked up to think that right now, but that’s what I was. Fucked up.
I bent my head and buried my face in Cat’s hair, inhaling the sweet scent of shampoo, of salt and musk and sex. Of home.
I was never going to let her go.
Never. Ever. Ever.