My eyes travel over the length of her body. Her lacy undergarment is cut high on her hips, cinching her waist and pushing up her glorious breasts. My cock starts to harden as I lean down, my mouth brushing the shell of her ear. “You know how closely I was paying attention, Caterine.”
“Good.” She swallows and I fight the urge to let my lips trace her neck, though I do give in to the temptation to brush them over the trio of freckles on her shoulder. “Then make me come, Your Highness.”
15
Cate
I release the staysof my lace bodysuit, letting it drop to the floor. I scoot back onto the edge of the bed, needing the space from him, yet wanting his hands on my body already, lying to myself about how much I ache for him.
He surprised me earlier with his frank apology, the way he seemed to take in my words and my story without insisting on his own version. At the orphanage, I could see how seriously he was absorbing the details, how the circumstances didn’t sit right with him. It was easy to keep a wall up between us when this arrangement was about money and collecting information. But it was a foreign feeling—to be heard, to be understood—and it did something to the armor guarding my heart.
I wanted him to reveal something damning, something that would make it okay for me to betray him, but Callum Reid never seems to do what I expect him to.
I watch him from the perch on my bed while the same kind ofwar flashes in his eyes. He wants me, but I can tell he doesn’t want to. I want him to touch me, and I know how dangerous that want will turn out to be. For both of us.
“Am I allowed to use my mouth?” Callum crosses the room slowly before crowding into my space; my legs part around him, my thighs settling around his hips.
My nipples tighten at the question. I push any hint of sentiment away and focus on the task before me. I can’t afford to let another chance slip through my fingers. “Hands and fingers only tonight.”
“Very well.”
Callum places his hand flat against my sternum, gently pressing me to lie back on the bed. I keep myself propped on my elbows so I can watch his ministrations. For educational purposes, of course.
I expect him to dive right in, but he takes his time. His fingers trace the edge of my collarbone before trailing down the center of my chest, avoiding my breasts altogether. His touch is as light as a feather over the plane of my belly, down one leg and up the other. His eyes linger on my face, watching when my breaths quicken, when I hold back a gasp. He notes the spots where his touch ripples through me and comes back to them again and again.
Finally he allows one hand to cup my breast. He doesn’t squeeze or knead it like many men are apt to do. Instead he works those nimble fingers, grazing the sensitive underside before focusing his attention on my nipples.
I can’t fight the gasp when he pinches one, rolling the bud between his fingers, using his free hand to provide the same delicious treatment to the other.
“Next time will you let me use my tongue, my lady?” His voice is hoarse, and a quick glance down lets me know he’s as aroused as I am.
“I would be a failure of a teacher if I didn’t show you how toplease a woman with your mouth.” My hips buck at the thought of Callum’s head buried between my thighs.
“I can’t wait to taste you, Caterine.” He pinches my nipples, right on the border of too hard.
“You apparently don’t require any lessons on dirty talk,” I moan.
He doesn’t seem to really need these lessons at all. Yet I forget to question why we keep up the pretense when Callum’s hand skates down my stomach, cupping my sex with his large, hot palm.
“Sometimes you might need to provide lubrication if your partner isn’t aroused enough,” I warn, though I don’t see how that could ever be an issue for him or his partners. I’m well beyond damp and we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.
Callum paints a single finger through my center. “You seem to be plenty wet, my lady.”
I gasp at the touch, hips rising automatically, desperate for more contact. “Touch me, Callum. Please.” I hate that I’m begging, but I also don’t care if I find the relief I need. Today has been too full of emotions and I’m desperate for the physical release, the release I know only he can provide me.
Callum’s finger dances over my clit, moving exactly how I like it. He teases me, his touches light and fluttering. Gradually his strokes become firmer, circling the sensitive bud until my hips are thrusting.
He pulls his touch from me right as I’m about to topple over the edge. “Not yet,” he growls.
“I never expected you to be so demanding, Your Highness.”
“You bring out a different side of me, my lady.” He brings two fingers to his mouth.
I reach up and grasp them lightly. “May I?”
He hesitates for a long second before nodding his permission.
I take his two fingers in my mouth, careful not to smudge my scarlet lip paint, letting my tongue work over his skin. His fingersare surprisingly calloused and I suck them until Callum’s blue eyes flutter shut, his own hips thrusting, looking for any measure of relief. Releasing his fingers with a pop, I guide them into me, groaning at the fullness.
