I set the dish down on the counter carefully for fear I’d drop it. When I looked up, he was headed out the door.
My apron strings were already untied before it shut behind him.
12
BLACKJACK
She came through the door, and while I wanted her up against the wall before it closed, I waited. And watched. She waited too. Off guard. Which was exactly where I wanted her. Fucking her would be too easy. I’d be soothing an ache I’d been making worse since yesterday. She was so on edge; if I touched her, she’d come. No, that wasn’t how tonight would go at all.
Katarina needed more. More than she even knew.
She fidgeted and stuck one hand in her pocket. “What are you going to do to me now that I’m here?”
I took a single step in her direction. “Would you like me to tell you or show you?”
“Tell me.”
My eyes flared, my cock turned rigid, and I closed the distance between us. Still, I didn’t touch her.
“I’m going to take my time, Katarina. I’ll memorize every inch of you with my eyes, my hands, my mouth. When our bare skin touches, I’ll remember that too.”
I trailed one finger from her throat down to the collar of her sweater. She shuddered. Then, like I had last night, I covered her breast with my palm. Her nipple hardened as fast as my cock had, and while it made my desire flame, I’d made a promise to myself that, regardless of how long either of us lived, neither of us would forget tonight. The sex wouldn’t be merely good; it would be life-changing.
Was I arrogant? Maybe. More, I felt the chemistry between us in every part of my body. I couldn’t deny the passion that exuded from her pores and mine with each breath we took.
“Bishop—”
“Shh.” I squeezed her breast, then caught the nipple between my thumb and index finger. “I’m going to suck these so hard. Your body will come off the bed, and you’ll beg me for more.”
A whimper rose from her throat when I pinched harder, but it wasn’t from pain. Her pupils dilated, she squeezed her thighs together, and the scent of her desire grew stronger. “What else?”
“I’m going to make you come so many times you won’t remember your own name. Or mine.” I smirked,but she didn’t smile. Instead, she leaned into my hand that was still on her breast.
“Tell me more,” she whispered as her eyelids drooped. Did she know she was ruining me for any other woman for the rest of my life? Did she realize that no other had ever made my dick like steel or my heart stutter to a stop just by being in the same room with her?
“I’m going to fuck you so hard because that’s what you need, isn’t it, Katarina?” I asked through gritted teeth as words became increasingly more difficult to form.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked, like she had more than once before. Except this was different.
“There are things I need to know first.” I gripped her waist, and she grabbed my forearm.
“What?”
“That if I hurt you, you’ll tell me.” I touched the cast on her arm with my free hand. “Do you understand?”
She nodded once.
“And your leg?”
“I’ll tell you. What else?” Her words came out as a cry.
“That you understand this isn’t it between us. If I take you, you become mine.”
Her brow furrowed. “Yours?”
“That’s what I said.”
She took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. “Okay.”
