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“Aiden,” she pants my name. “I’m so close.”
“I know, baby.” Taking my hand away from her hip, I shift forward and, spreading her wet pussy, slide two fingers over her glistening pink clit.
“Oh.” Catherine sighs as I begin to gently rub her. Her eyes are dark and dreamy, out of focus. She doesn’t stop moving as I work over her, my fingers staying impossibly gentle over the delicate nub despite the violent lust claiming me.
I am enraptured. I want to eat her out. I want to taste the sex I can smell clouding the room.
Catherine doesn’t slow. She doesn’t wait for me to move or to flip her over and ride us both to the finish. She throws her head back and raises her hands to her own breasts, reveling in the pleasure, driving herself towards the peak as much as I am.
When she orgasms, I watch. And now I know I wasn’t imagining it before. When Cat comes her entire body arches as if she’s feeling the release in every cell. Her movements slow but don’t stop as she rides out her desire. I could live my whole life working to make her come, just so I could watch.
I hold myself on the edge until her body’s tight grab on me begins to wane, and then I rear up on the bed, and, pressing our torsos together, hold her as I roll us both over, keeping where we’re joined intact.
Two thrusts are all it takes before I follow her over the edge, my body spasming as the effort of holding myself back slowly drains, and I collapse next to her, too conscious of my size to stay on top of her small body.
My breath is ragged, as if I’ve never jogged a mile before being thrown into a half-marathon. My heart ticksanxiously in my chest. My muscles, contrarily, are loose and relaxed.
But it won’t last long. I’ll never have enough of her.
Ever.
When I find my muscles again, I lean over and lift her so that she’s splayed on my chest, her head resting near my heart. It takes me minutes to recover, and as I lie there, my body trying to come to equilibrium again, my mind can’t help but focus on time. It’s nearly morning already. And, as much as I can’t wait for the new day, I’d pause here for a while if I could.
Things seem so uncomplicated when we’re together. So simple. I want her. She wants me. But even as she moves closer to me, and even as I raise my hand to run my fingers down the soft skin of her back, I know that it’s not going to be that easy.
Catherine has a lot she needs to work through. And she needs to be the one to take all those small steps forward. I’ll be there with her—Satan himself couldn’t drag me away—but I can’t pressure her into what I want. It wouldn’t be fair. All my wants involvehermaking sacrifices.
So, I’ll wait.
I’ll wait lifetimes.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks. Raising her head, she kisses my chest, causing my heart to give a little kick against my ribs. “You look so serious.”
“Tomorrow.” I don’t lie. “I wish I could just stop time for a little while.” I stroke my hand down her back again.
“It’s so strange.”
“What?”
When she laughs, I feel the small jolt that runs through her chest, to me. “Here I am, dying for the futureto begin, and you’re still thinking about all the ways it can go wrong.”
My hand stills on the smooth round of her right butt cheek. “I don’t want to pressure you, Cat. You have a lot to figure out.”
“I do.” Levering herself up, her elbows on my chest, she looks down at me. “But for the first time ever, I want to take a different path.”
“Yeah?”
She nods, and while there is no doubt in her eyes, a small flicker of worry slips in. “I meant what I said before. About not expecting you.”
“I know.” She hit me like a house falling from the sky and landing on my head: Unlikely,impossible, but devastating.
“If it weren’t for Lizzie, I’d quit right now. I’d call Antoinette this minute and tell her I’m not coming home. But…”
“We need to find out what happened.”
“You’re the only person I trust to do it right, and…Even as mad as I am at her—for dying, for getting friggin’murdered—Lizzie deserves justice, Aiden. She wasn’t an easy person to love. But I did, love her. I love all the girls like sisters. And knowing someone killed her makes mes-so soul sick.” Her voice breaks. Her eyes well with unshed tears.
“We’ll figure it out.” I shouldn’t promise anything. But I can’t help myself. “I’llfigure it out.”
