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Catherine ached to respond in kind, but she simply didn’t have enough energy. She’d been sexed to death. Not a bad way to die, really.
23
The light filtering in through the window across the room dragged Dean back to the land of the living. He opened his eyes and caught Catherine awake and staring at him, a sweet smile on her face. “Morning,” he mumbled.
“Morning,” she said, her voice husky. Probably from all the screaming she’d done, Dean thought with a grin.
He kissed her forehead. “I would do better than that, but I have morning breath.”
She slapped a hand over her mouth and muttered something unintelligible. Dean pried it and away. “Huh?”
She turned her head in the other direction. “I said, I probably do too.”
As he stared at her, Dean thought about what all they’d done the night before. “Are you sore, sweets?”
She blushed and shook her head. “You made sure of that last night when you bathed me.”
Dean’s morning erection hardened further when he recalled how she’d quietly lay against him in his tub while he’d delicately washed her. “I—” Dean started to say, but his cell phone rang, interrupting him. He reached over and grabbed it on the second ring. “Hello?”
“Well, you asked for it,” Jonas said on the other end.
He sounded pissed, and Dean knew immediately what he was referring to. Catherine watched him with interest, and Dean was forced to keep his response vague. “You have something for me?”
“Yeah,” Jonas shot back, “and you aren’t going to like it.”
Dean went still. What could he possibly have found on Catherine? The bigger question was, did he really want to know now that their relationship had moved to the next level? He’d just poured his heart out to her the night before. She’d been so understanding, and Dean had felt like the luckiest bastard alive, considering she hadn’t blasted him for practically punishing her for another woman’s sins.
“You still there?”
Jonas’s voice in his ear pulled him out of his bleak thoughts. “I’ll meet you at the office in half an hour,” he said, hoping it wasn’t the biggest mistake of his life.
“Yeah, see you there.”
Dean hit END and tossed his phone back on the table. “I need to go in to work.” He turned toward her and saw the sadness in her eyes. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured as he pulled her into his side. “I had hoped to spend the day with you.”
“It’s okay,” she replied, snuggling up close. “I didn’t really expect you to take the day off work. Besides, Gracie and I were going to do some girl stuff today.”
Dean played with the length of her hair. Jesus, he loved her hair. It was the stuff of fantasies. “Girl stuff?” he asked.
“Manicures, pedicures, waxing, that sort of thing.” She danced her fingers over his chest and said, “Should be fun.”
“Waxing?” Dean reached between them and cupped her mound in his palm. “Not here, I hope. I like these fiery-red curls.”
“God, no.” She shuddered. “I’m a total wuss when it comes to pain. Waxing that area is not my idea of a good time. No, I’m going to get my eyebrows waxed.”
“Good,” he growled as he became distracted with the feel of her beneath his hand. She hadn’t bothered to put her panties back on after they’d made love. “I could get used to waking up to this every morning, sweets,” he whispered against the top of her head as he teased her clit with his thumb.
“Me too,” she said in a barely-there voice.
Dean felt a trickle of moisture and knew she was turned on. “How about I give you something to think about while you’re out with Gracie today?”
“I-I would like that,” she murmured as she reached down and pressed his hand more firmly against her pussy. “God, you have the most talented fingers.”
Dean yanked off the covers and whispered, “My fingers thank you.” As he sat up and moved between her smooth, supple thighs, he looked his fill. Catherine’s red curls glistened with her juices. He took her swollen clitoris between his forefinger and thumb and gently squeezed. She moaned and grabbed at the bed on either side of her bo
dy. “Oh, yes, like that,” she whimpered.
“I need a taste of your sweet cream. Something to keep me from craving you every second of the day.” Her plump nether lips were totally exposed to his view, and Dean spread her legs wide, then lowered his head, licking her clit and her soft, puffy pussy lips. Her legs moved to rest on his shoulders, and Dean hummed his approval. He held her firmly in place and tasted her tangy flavor on his tongue.
