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His eyes search my expression, looking for something that seems just out of my reach. “You really have no idea.”
“What ar-”
His mouth touches mine so gently, his lips barely caressing, barely kissing.
I am undone.
Just one touch. And there is something new that I crave, and it is more potent than anything I have tried before, the high sweeter and softer than so many of the other drugs that I have lost myself in.
When he moves back, lowering his hands from my face, I let go of his wrists. But, instead of moving away like I know I should, I wrap my hand around his neck and pull him back to me.
“This is a terrible idea,” I speak the words I’m thinking as I guide his mouth back to mine and take what I want.
His mouth is gentle and yielding as if he wants to savor every taste of me. When he nips my bottom lip, just the smallest bite, my hand at the nape of his neck tightens, and I steady myself against the new weakness in my legs.
His hair under my hand is impossibly silky. Raising the other, I place it on his chest. Underneath my palm, his heart pumps with deep thuds of excitement. It frightens me, that quick da-dum da-dum da-dum of his excited heart.
A square peg.
His hands hold me to him, and Iyearnfor more, ache for him to drive all these sensations higher and longer until I implode. His clever mouth trails whisper-light kisses down my neck, pulling a shiver of pleasure that I feel in my very core.
When he whispers my own name in my ear, one simple word: “Catherine,” I am found.
Aiden
I am firein her hands. Everywhere she touches burns, cleansing me of everyone who came before.
Catherine presses her body against mine as our breath mingles. Her hand, wrapped around my neck, holds me close. Still, I feel as if I’m not close enough, and when she dips her tongue into my mouth, I grip her hips with my hands, as much as to absorb the feel of her curves as to hold her against my aching body.
Her mouth is impossibly soft and warm beneath mine, her lips and tongue taking and giving with each lick and stroke. Her smell, crushed flowers in summer, adds fodder to the fire. When my hand finds her bare back, her skin is the velvet smoothness of rose petals under my calloused fingers.
Catherine runs a hand down my front, from the place where my heart races away from me, down to my waistband, and lower until, when she finds me, my dick hard beneath my suit pants, she rubs her palm boldly over me.
It’s too much.
My blood burns with her touch. I break away, my breath coming out in a wounded groan, and the moment I’m not touching her, I realize what I’ve done.
“Don’t you dare,” she warns me. “Don’t do it.”
I meet her gaze, my heart galloping painfully in my chest. “We can’t.” My voice is tight with discomfort. My entire body is strung, a bow that needs to be used. Everything in me begs to go back to her.
“Are you paying me?”
“What?” I shake my head, momentarily confused. “No.”
“So, it’d be legal. Do you think I murdered Elizabeth?”
“No, Cather-”
“So, you don’t want me? Is that it?” Taking a step closer again, she rubs her body against me, deliberately applying pressure to where my cock is straining against my slacks. “We both know the answer to that.”
“I…” When she’s standing like this, so close, I can’t think past the smell of her and the memory of her taste.
“Say it,” she whispers in my ear.
“What?”
“Say you don’t sleep with whores, Aiden.”
