“I’m going to use a condom, Katarina, but not forever. I want to know we’re both clean and protected, and once I do, I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel it when you drench me. I want your heat to set my cock on fire. Do you understand?”
“No one has ever?—”
I took her face in both hands and kissed her—not gently, not the way a man kisses a woman he’s still coaxing promises from, but the way a man kisses a woman he’s claiming.
She trembled. Good.
I reached for her jacket and pushed it off her shoulders. She let it fall without looking away from me. Then I picked her up, shouldered open the bedroom door, and carried her to the bed.
When her body met the mattress, I wanted to cover it with mine and grind myself into her. Instead, I kept her sitting upright, gritted my teeth, and reached for thehem of her sweater. She lifted her arms, and I pulled it over her cast, then her head, and dropped it on the floor.
Beneath it, she wore a plain, white bra. It was practical, yet it undid me more than lace would have. I traced where the fabric met her skin with my tongue, then sucked her nipple through it.
“Bishop—”
“Do not rush me.”
Katarina raised her chin with the defiance I was already learning to love. I reached around, unclasped the bra, slid the straps down her arms, and let it fall. She was naked from the waist up, and I was ready to devour her. But I couldn’t. Not yet.
“Rest on the bed, kitten.”
She lay back, and I crouched in front of her, removing one boot at a time, then her socks. When I trailed a fingernail from the pad of her left foot to the heel, she tried to jerk it away from me.
“That tickles,” she whined when I tightened my hold and did it again.
“Good to know.” I did the same thing to her other foot.
She huffed and covered herself.
“Do not hide yourself from me, do you understand?” My tone left no room for misunderstanding. “Good girl,” I murmured when she moved her hand.
I needed the rest of her naked, but first, I had to remove the leg brace. Once it was off and on the floor with her clothes, I unfastened the button of her pants and lowered the zipper. Katarina lifted her hips, and I slid them down her leg.
Her panties were white like her bra, and they undid me the same way it had. I spread her legs and touched the fabric. It was soaked. I pulled them down only far enough to see her pussy, spread her lips, and press my tongue to her clit.
She grabbed my head and wove her digits in my hair. “Bishop, please,” she cried again.
I reached up and caught one wrist. “Keep these at your sides, kitten.”
I rested on my heels and took in every inch of her like I’d promised.
Her dark hair was spread across the blanket. The rise and fall of her chest were exaggerated as she tried to slow her breathing. Her skin was pale in the firelightexcept for the last traces of bruising along her ribs, and a flush spread from her neck down her torso.
I put my hands on each thigh and spread her legs. Her pussy was pink and swollen and so wet it glistened.
She wriggled her hips and circled my wrist.
“I’m looking at you, kitten, and nothing you say or do will make me rush this.”
As much as I wanted my mouth on her like it had been on the plane, I wanted to feel her skin next to mine more. I reached behind me and pulled my shirt over my head with one hand. I stood, and she tracked the length of me.
She couldn’t reach me, but raised her arm anyway. It stayed suspended between us as her gaze moved down my abs to my stomach. They stayed riveted to my waist as I lowered my pants, and my cock jutted out thick and heavy once it was free.
I put one knee beside her on the bed, braced my hand on the other side of her head, and lowered my mouth to her breast. Her spine came off the mattress the second my tongue touched her nipple. I drew it in and sucked, exactly the way I’d promised.
Her hand flew to my hair, and she cried out.
I lifted my head. “What did I say about your hands?”
