If Marco wanted, he could have fucked me tonight. He had to have known that. I couldn't hide it, and there was no way he missed it.
He had plenty of opportunities to take advantage of me, and he never did.Not once.
When I got home, I took a cold shower, ate a flatbread pizza, and slid into bed. I checked my phone, but Marco hadn't contacted me.
Maybe that's for the best.
I turned off the light, then my phone buzzed.
Marco
Goodnight, Catalina.
I had fun shooting with you. I hope you'll invite me the next time you go.
I forced myself to ignore the warmth that ran through me when I read his messages.
Why would I bother when you always invite yourself?
I’ll be there either way, but I'd prefer it if you asked me to come.
I smirked.
In your dreams.
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Marco
Isat back in my car and waited.
It normally took Catalina twenty to thirty minutes to fall asleep, which gave me more than enough time to think.
I hated seeing how drained she was and that I had done nothing to lighten her burden so far. It was my job to protect her, and I was failing at it.
That was the real reason I'd tracked where she'd gone and followed her to the gun range.
I planned to tease her a little and see how much she'd let me touch her. But I didn't expect how good it would feel to have her against me. How desperate I'd be formore.
Whether she meant to or not, tonight, she'd trusted me. She'd allowed me to support her body and shoot with her. Listened to me as I guided her through each weapon.
The way her small body felt along mine, how her heat seared into my skin was indescribable. Her scent was intoxicating, a mix of jasmine, violets, smoke, and leather. I wished I could wrap myself in it, inher, and never let go.
But it was the look in her eyes that shocked me the most. Catalina, my vicious little queen,wantedme.
Me.
She would have let me kiss her. It was written all over her face, from the way she couldn't catch her breath, to her dilated eyes.
And I wanted to kiss her. Throw all the guns to the ground, strip her slowly on that table, and fuck her senseless until she came all over my cock while I filled her to the brim.
Walking away from her was the hardest thing I'd ever done, and it had taken about an hour to finally convince myself I'd made the right choice.
Yes, Catalina wanted me then, but she wouldn't want me after.
Her desire was a momentary blip for her. If I'd fucked her tonight, she would have enjoyed it, then called it a mistake, and worked even harder to distance herself from me.
And I wouldneverpermit that.
