“I’ve never felt like this either, baby.” I came back to her lips, our kiss sloppy and desperate. “And I don’t want you to go,” I admitted, my words slipping out like a plea. “But you’re mine right now. All mine and—” Her pussy clenched around my fingers, and all the blood in my body redirected to my dick.
Her mouth fell open with a silent scream as her whole body shuddered. She rocked against my hand until her orgasm subsided, collapsing on top of me with a tortured groan.
“How could it be this good?” She met my gaze, her words full of both wonder and dread.
“It doesn’t matter,” I whispered and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Because it is.”
27
Caterina
“I can’t believethis week is over, and I have to go back to work,” Claire whined as she plopped into one of the patio chairs.
“All good things must come to an end, I suppose.” I flipped the burgers on the grill, focusing on the sizzle of the meat and smoky aroma of the charcoal, not the sour taste the words left in my mouth. I’d been MIA all week long, and, although my friends understood, I promised them a barbecue on their last night while promisingmyselfto dwell on the wonderful things this getaway brought me instead of dreading the end.
“You didn’t have to go to all this trouble, Cat,” Megan said, handing me a glass of wine. I put the grilling tongs down and took a long, wonderful sip. Nothing was better than ice cold Pinot Grigio on a hot day, and, while I didn’t want to get drunk, a little numbness from a glass or two would be welcome.
“Yes, I did.” I closed the hood on the barbecue and settled into a chair next to Claire. “I was an awful friend this week and left you pretty much every single night. Making you guys dinner will relieve my guilty conscience.”
Claire nudged my ankle with her foot. “There is no need to feel guilty. A hot vacation fling was exactly what you needed to cleanse that jackass from your system. I’m thrilled you had a good time.”
“Right,” I breathed out, my gaze dropping to the ground as I took another sip.
“I don’t know if I’d call it just a vacation fling.” Megan scooted her chair closer to me. “He asked you to stay with him after we left. And I see how sad you are even though you’re trying to hide it. Have you talked about what happens after you leave?”
I gave her a slow shake of my head. “Not really, other than we’ll figure it out. Claire may be right. It’s all hot and heavy now, but, in the end, it’ll probably just be a fling. What else could it be after only a week?”
“Do you really believe that?” Megan arched a brow.
“I don’t know. I don’t want to believe it.” I rose from my seat and again tried to forget my troubles and focus on my burgers. “When we’re together, it’s as if I’ve known him forever. And it’s good, guys. So,sogood,” I lamented as I covered the burgers with slices of cheese.
“Get away from the grill and talk to us.” Claire patted my now vacant chair and crooked her finger.
I plopped back on the seat, ready to finally unload to my friends what had been eating away at me all week.
“I don’t want it to end. It’s crazy to feel this strongly about someone I’ve only known for a week, but it’s never been like this with anyone else. We’re like kindred spirits in a lot of ways. Fighting the same annoying demons. He’s…” I rested my elbows on my knees and dropped my head into my hands. “Wonderful. But how can this continue?” I sat up and looked between them, their faces unreadable other than sympathy. “Like maybe at first we talk all the time, and we try to see each other, then when I can’t make it, and he’s busy here, it just fades. I don’t know if it’s better to not even try and set ourselves up like that. Bad enough prolonging my stay is going to make leaving that much worse.”
“Oh, Kit-Cat,” Claire looped her arm around my shoulder. “Don’t give up so soon.”
“I have never seen her this sick over a guy before.” Megan studied me with a pinched brow. “Have you, Claire?”
“Nope. Not once. Even that dude you broke up with in college, after what was a long time, too, right?”
“Six months isn’t a long time, Claire.” I drained my glass and pushed off the seat.
“Oh, I remember him!” I spotted Megan nodding in my periphery. “The football player, right?”
“Baseball,” I answered, not looking up as I piled the burgers onto a platter and set them down with the rest of the food on the glass patio table. “He was too busy for a girlfriend, and I was doing that double internship, anyway.” I shrugged before waving them over to sit.
“See!” Claire yelled and stalked over to me before poking my shoulder with her finger. “You were always too busy to care when it came to men. Even…” She nodded to the street behind the yard.
“You can say his name. Trent.” A laugh escaped me before I reached for the salad. “And I’m not sure that’s the right direction toward Brooklyn, I think it’s to the left.”
“I mean that yes, you were pissed off at what he did, but breaking up was more aggravating than heartbreaking for you.” She held her hands up. “In my opinion, anyway.”
“What she’s trying to say—I think—is that you really care about this guy. How long did it take us to convince you to take this week off? I think we worked on you for over a month. When Joe asked you to stay with him, how long did it take you to say yes?”
“Not right away,” I whispered as I darted my eyes from hers.
