“I want to ride,” she purred as she raked her nails down my back.
“You will, baby.” I covered her mouth with mine, swallowing her whimper when I was fully seated inside her. She gasped into my mouth, lifting her hips to meet mine with each thrust. This wouldn’t be slow. I pounded into her over and over again, and I still couldn’t get deep enough.
“I need you like this now.” I broke the kiss and rested my forehead against hers, still moving inside her, harder and faster as if I were chasing some kind of clock. Maybe I was, but wouldn’t allow myself to think about it.
“Joe, I …” Caterina’s head fell back as her eyes clenched shut. I licked along her jaw before covering her mouth with mine again, our kiss messy, deep and desperate, just like where we were heading.
Her legs quivered just before she pulsed around me, and I came hard with a grunt, my head dropping to her chest as I spilled into her.
“Holy shit.” Caterina’s hooded eyes grew when they met mine, her voice small as she chased her breath.
I kissed the tip of her nose as I straightened her glasses.
“Holy shit is right.” I brushed the hair off of her sweaty brow and pressed a kiss to her forehead. It’d been like this all night long, and neither of us could get enough. I worried she was sore since I hadn’t exactly been gentle, but she was right there with me every time.
“I like you here.” I slid my arms under her and pulled her to me. Deep enough and close enough didn’t apply to this woman.
She grinned and looped her arms around my neck. “I like me here, too.”
“My kitchen is small, but there’s a table, and I make an awesome French toast. I have a couple of hours before I have to be at the restaurant.”
“If you keep cooking for me, I’ll never want to leave.” A sad smile stretched her lips.
“Ah, you see my plan. If you want, you can take a T-shirt from my top drawer.” I slid out of her and stood, grabbing a T-shirt and shorts from my dresser.
“Like what you see?” I asked, purposely taking my time leaving the bedroom after feeling her eyes on me.
“Yeah, I do. Is that a problem?” She shot me a glare but couldn’t help the twitch at the corners of her mouth.
“Nope, not at all.” I winked over my shoulder from the doorway. “Look and take all you want, sweetheart.”
After I got rid of the condom and headed into the kitchen, I grabbed my phone to shoot Dominic a text.
Joe:I’ll be in around 10 if you can handle it.
Dominic:10?? Wow! Good for you. And of course, I can handle it.
Joe:Again, not a virgin or a monk. I’ve spent the night with a woman before.
Dominic:But never the morning.
Joe:Maybe I’m not the only one who needs to get out more. You seem to be keeping track of what I do and who I’m with a little too closely.
Dominic:Nice dodge. See you at 10.
I pulled the eggs and milk out of the fridge and reached for a couple of bowls, my gut not as light as when I’d woken up. Dom was right. I never lingered after spending the night with someone, even if we were dating. Caterina was changing me at a fast pace, and, before I knew it, she’d be gone. It was too early to suggest something long-distance or to even fathom how she’d react. I’d told her to live in the moment last night, and I had to force myself to do the same. I focused on the sizzle in the pan instead of the new weight on my chest.
“You wouldn’t have a coffeemaker, too, would you?” I turned to find Caterina sitting at the table, my Rangers shirt hanging off her slim frame, her nipples poking out just enough to reveal the absence of a bra. My heart did a sad leap at the sight of her in my clothes.
“I do,” I replied as I flipped the bread in the skillet. “Iced or hot? I have cold brew in the fridge, and there’s half-and-half in there.”
“Cold brew is great; where are your glasses?”
I reached into the cabinet above the stove to grab a glass.
Caterina wrapped her arms around me from behind and pressed a kiss between my shoulder blades. “Thank you, but how about you cook and I pour the coffee.” She took the glass out of my hand and reached over my shoulder for another one before opening my refrigerator.
“I can’t help it, I guess. Occupational hazard to want to serve.” I plated our breakfast and set it on the table.
