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Katherine looped her arms around me, each part of her body a perfect fit with mine, and I knew she felt the erection in my pants, but she simply laughed—the sound like gasoline on my raging libido. “Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
My strained chuckle was my only answer as I ground against her. I wanted to bury myself inside that sweet pussy—that wet haven I wanted all to myself. The restraint it took not to drag her to a darkened corner was almost more than I could bear.
But when she reached down to cup my shaft through the leather, my knees threatened to collapse. “What are you doing?” I asked, hardening even more, if that was even possible. I feared my skin would split in two at this rate.
“Probably what I shouldn’t.” She lifted on her tiptoes to kiss me, her tongue darting against my lips, teasing. “But then, you know that.”
I whirled her around so that her ass was against my cock, holding her in place by a firm hand on her belly. Against the column of her exposed neck, I murmured, “Careful, baby girl. You’re playing with fire.”
“I know you want to fuck me,” she dared, pushing my buttons. “And I know you think you’re going to seduce me into leaving with you at the end of the week.”
“And if I did?”
“Then you’d be wrong,” she said, but when I surged against her, she gasped. Still, she managed with a certain “Even if I slept with you against my better judgment, breaking my own rules...it wouldn’t matter. I’m not going home with you.”
I growled, tightening my grip on her. “Then why tease me like this?”
“Because I miss the feel of you inside me,” she admitted breathlessly, and that was all I needed. She thought it would be so easy to fuck me and walk away? She’d obviously forgotten how electric our chemistry was. Well, guess it’s time to remind her.
Her hand in mine, I pulled her away from the dance floor, up the stairs and down the hall to the private rooms. The doors were coded, and I knew the Buchanan men had a private room that only they were allowed to access.
I also knew their code.
Bypassing the dungeons designed for those who enjoyed BDSM, I went straight to the Buchanan suite and punched in the code, knowing ahead of time that the suite would be empty and available.
We were seconds across the threshold with the door locked behind us when I hoisted her into my arms and her legs wound around my waist as if they belonged there.
Feverish to taste and touch, we were both out of control. The burgundy walls, black decor and giant bed in the center of the room were a blur as we stumbled out of our clothes. Her soft skin, etched by the boning of the corset, trembled beneath my fingertips as I laid her on the black satin bedding.
Her hair fanned out, long, wild tendrils that begged to wrap around my hand. I reached for her mask, but she stopped me. “Leave it,” she said, and I nodded. I would eagerly agree to anything she wanted tonight. I was so desperate to taste her again, to feel her close around my cock, to hear her moan my name as she came.
I slid the thong from her thighs and tossed it away. Her sweet pussy, tantalizingly bare, beckoned with a dewed slit. I licked my bottom lip, nearly insane with need. My heart almost stopped when she slowly opened her legs for me, inviting me in, spreading herself like an offering.
It was like a fevered fantasy materializing before my eyes. I knew her body so well, from the location of each mole or freckle to the delicate folds that hid her bashful clit.
“Jesus,” I breathed, taking a moment to simply stare at the woman who’d become everything to me. Fuck everything else in life. I trembled with the urgency to taste her, to know her again. I wanted to sear the unique flavor of her into my brain so that all I had to do was close my eyes and be right back in this moment, my face between her thighs.
A moan escaped my lips as I nibbled that sweet, swollen nub. Tiny pulses beneath my tongue danced in time with her gasps, drawn breaths and keening cries.
“Luca!” she groaned as my tongue played and teased, my fingers sliding into her honeyed pussy as she dripped with need. I lapped at her sweetness, the musky feminine scent driving me into a raw, primal state where only one thing mattered—Katherine.
I wanted to taste every inch of her. I wanted to know how she’d changed, how she’d remained the same.
I’d introduced her to pleasure, but years had passed since that time in our lives. I was eager to show her the difference between a foolish young man and a man who’d learned the importance of patience and timing.
I wanted her to moan my name until the ringing echo of the pleasure I could give her obliterated the memory of anyone else.
Maybe I didn’t have the right to believe she would always be mine—that I’d taken something so precious for granted—but when it came to Katherine, I wasn’t interested in playing fair or following society’s rules.
Pushing her to the edge of climax, just when I knew she was about to come, I slowed my attention and her tiny groans of desperation made me smile against her damp flesh. “So greedy,” I murmured, relishing the way her body spasmed and her legs quivered. As soon as she caught her breath, I started again, slipping a finger deep inside, strumming her G-spot.
“Oh, God,” she gasped, arching, her fingers digging into the bedding. “I can’t... I can’t handle it...” she pleaded, sucking air, her beautiful breasts heaving, nipples tightening. “Luca!” And then she gushed in my mouth, shattering completely.
I lapped at her, in carnal heaven. I could have buried my face between her folds and died a happy man, but I was greedy for so much more.
I climbed her body, pausing to suck a taut nipple before moving to her mouth. I wanted her to taste herself on my tongue, the unique flavor that drove me insane with need and want.
She groaned, clutching at me as I plunged my tongue into her mouth. “You taste that, baby?” I grinned against her mouth as she gasped. “That’s all you, and it’s hot as fuck. I love the way you taste, woman.”
I swallowed the small whimpers coming from her open mouth as she recovered, her thighs splayed open as I maneuvered myself to her opening. I delved into the small bowl of complimentary condoms, sending foil packets bouncing to the floor as I fished for one. I sheathed myself with shaking fingers and then slowly fed my shaft into her slick opening.
She clasped around me like an oiled glove. My eyes rolled back as a groan escaped my slack mouth. Raw heat enveloped my cock, searing my nerve endings with intense pleasure.
Katherine clutched at me, her legs locking around my waist, driving me deeper.
“I’ll never get enough of you, Katherine,” I said, my voice strained as I railed her without control. She drove me insane. The suave lover had left the building and in his place was a rutting beast, but Katherine took each thrust with wild abandon, crying out, urging me on.
“Yes, Luca!” she moaned, arching against me, squeezing me from the inside, milking my cock for every drop I could possibly give her.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I wanted to last, I wanted to wow her with my sexual prowess, but I was simply out of my head with the need to reclaim what had once been mine.
I came with a shout, my hips thrusting on autopilot as I emptied myself, jet after jet. If only that fucking thin piece of latex weren’t between us. I wanted her dripping with my come. I wanted to watch as it slid from her core and dribbled down her legs, so I could slip my fingers inside her, knowing I’d filled her completely.
Primal, territorial pride suffused my chest as I continued to thrust against her even as I was beginning to soften. Her tiny whimpers were like embers landing on tinder, igniting fresh sparks.
I could spend my life buried inside her, fucking her until we were old and gray and prone to breaking a hip if we fucked too hard.
“Luca.” She breathed my name, soft and fluttery as butterfly wings. My breathing harsh, I held her
tight, afraid to let go. Being inside her again, feeling her clench around me—I knew if I couldn’t make this work between us, I’d never feel this way again.
There was no one but Katherine for me. I wanted to tell her—to bare my soul in a way I’d never tried—but the words were stuck in my throat.
Maybe if I told her what a jackass I’d been to dick around the one person who’d known me best, the one person who’d loved me unconditionally, she might see fit to forgive me. No more manipulations or carefully thought-out seductions for the sake of winning. Just me and her, naked, rediscovering one another as lovers should.
Just do it. Open your mouth and say the words she needs to hear.
But I couldn’t. I was pussing out.
Ah, hell. Katherine needed to learn to move on from the past, right? I would give her the world if she’d let me...but I couldn’t fucking apologize for something that had never actually happened.
Yeah, the thing was, I’d never cheated on her, but I was guilty of something else.
When that pictured had blown everything up—I’d been relieved.
We were too young, and everything was happening too fast.
