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“Night, baby.”

A few minutes later, I found I was right. In a tiny bed, in a villa on the beach, I slept better than I had for years, with Catarina Keys in my arms and the knowledge she was coming home.

Chapter Thirteen

I woke before Jack. I took the opportunity to study his features while he was still asleep and relaxed. He looked the same—all chiseled good looks and hot body—but his big-guy energy was shut down. I knew at the slightest sound he’d come alert and that vigor would spark to life.

But before that happened, I wanted to spark something else to life.

It was early. We had time, so I was going to explore.

My hand glided down his hard chest. A sprinkling of coarse hair tickled my palm, just enough to be sexy, not enough to need a tutorial on manscaping—in other words, absolutely perfect. I continued down over the ridges and valley of his upper abs and felt them jump under my palm. I pressed a kiss to his pec, decided my exploration should be multisensory, and added my lips and tongue to the study of the hard dips and crests that made up his ripped stomach.

“Catarina,” Jack rumbled.

Mm, morning-grumbly Jack sounded delicious.

Since he was awake, I shifted my leg over his thighs, came up on my knees, and yanked the T-shirt I’d worn to bed over my head and tossed it to the side.

“Morning, Jack.”

I meant for my greeting to come out sultry and seductive, but I was pretty sure I missed the mark and sounded like my lungs were starving for oxygen. Which they were. I could barely breathe when his dark eyes dipped to my chest and his body vibrated with a rumble. If I had any doubts about my bold move, or sitting astride Jack with my breasts bare and on display, that growl would’ve cured me.

But since I had no doubts—I mean, the guy had ripped my panties off and had not hidden he wanted me. If that didn’t make a woman feel sexy, nothing did—what it did was embolden me.

I hooked the elastic of his boxer briefs and tugged them down. I walked back on my knees, pulling the boxers down his thighs, while at the same time praying I didn’t get caught in the sheets and fall off the bed in the middle of my seduction attempt. Thankfully, I made it to the edge of the bed, shifted to my booty, and pulled the material free. I threw those too.

Only when the threat of taking a humiliating tumble off the bed was over did I allow myself to take him in—muscular thighs, long, thick cock topped with a thicker head nestled in closely trimmed hair, abs that were the thing dreams were made of, dime-sized dusty nipples, pecs that were fantasy inspiring, broad shoulders, corded neck. Then there were those navy-blue eyes that never failed to make me pause to take in their beauty. Now was no different.

“I think it was your eyes that I first noticed,” I whispered, rolling onto my hands and knees.

Since I was staring directly into those beauties, I saw them fill with hunger. I crawled over his legs, halting when my hands got to his hips.

“I thought they were black. Then the light caught just right and I saw they were actually blue. I’ve never seen eyes so beautiful.”

“Catarina.”

I shivered.

“You’re perfect, Jack Donovan. Top to toe, perfection. But it’s more than that. You’re more than this.” I balanced on my left hand, lifted my right, and used it to motion to his frame. “You’re everything I’ve been waiting for. Everything I’ve ever wanted. I don’t know what I can give you that’ll make fighting who you are so I can be me worth it. But I promise you, I’ll spend every day trying to find ways to show you.”

“Baby.”

Low. Rough. Raw.

“This morning, we’re gonna start with me blowing you, then later I’ll try to think of something sweet to give you.”

I glanced down at his erection resting on his stomach, felt my panties dampen, then bent forward and glided my tongue over it from root to tip.

“Fuck.”

I smiled against his cock. Spent time toying with the tip with my tongue before I started my way back down, taking my time, getting his shaft nice and wet. This time on my way up, I reached between his legs and gently cupped his balls. Jack’s thighs went stiff. His groan was low and hungry, so I tested the waters and gave them a firm roll in my palm.

“Catarina.”

The desperate plea made my pussy spasm.

I stopped teasing him and sucked the head into my mouth. I slowly took him as far as I could, adding more suction on my upstroke. Over and over I bobbed up and down, keeping a leisurely pace. It was torture but I wanted him mindless. I wanted his control to snap. And the longer I worked his cock, the more his body vibrated, the hungrier his sounds became.