So I’ll fix it all. One thing at a time.
Starting with Cat.
“I know of at least one Gallagher you want.” I inhale the wild rose and cherry fragrance from her neck, clearing my senses with the fresh, springlike scent.
She smells so damn delicious.
I release her torso and drop my hand down her stomach to the front of her slacks.
“I do not.”
Despite the negative reply, her gorgeous neck slackens, curving onto my shoulder. The heat of her cheek sears mine. I unwind my leg to free hers, and her pelvis bucks up to meet my palm, begging me for more pressure.
Her body’s honest, even if her words aren’t.
I rub my fingers in slow circles, stimulating her clit through her pants, and she moans. When I clamp my hand back over her mouth, she bites down, not to draw blood but to muffle herself.
That’s it, Cat.
“There’s only one Ricci I want an alliance with.” I nibble on the shell of her ear. “I bet I can make you come right here, through your clothes. I will if you ask me to.”
Breathy and flustered, Cat huffs out a laugh. “I’m not asking you for anything. Ever. Now let go of me. I mean it.”
Chapter 10
Caterina
The nerve of this guy. Seriously.
He angles my head toward his—his hot breath and rough stubble on my cheek—and licks his lips. “Kiss me.”
“I won’t.” My words leech out between the loose fingers still wrapped across my face.
“Just one, and then I’ll let you go. It’s as simple as that.”
I hate him, but I hate that my body’s tempted by the idea even more. We shared an incredible night in my suite that I’ve been thinking about ever since.
I tilt my head away. Dark thoughts dance in Connor’s eyes, and I refuse to fall prey to his bullshit again.
I’m already worked up from his hand, though, and those lush lips draw me in.
So I crush my mouth to his. If I just get this over with…
His tongue probes mine with expert precision, and I respond hungrily. This kiss is even better than our first one on New Year’s Eve.
Is it the danger? The risk of being caught?
I hope not. I never thought of myself as the kind of person that thrives on that sort of adrenaline. In the short time I’veknown him, he’s brought nothing but drama and trauma into my life.
But I can’t deny that I haven’t felt this alive in…ever.
This one kiss multiplies—into two then three then ten—and one of my hands wanders to his neck before burying itself in his silky hair. I grab a fistful and tug.
His tongue pushes deeper into my mouth, and the palm of his hand presses harder into my clit, rubbing and circling with just the right pace and pressure.
My spine memorizes the contours of his chest, which rises and falls with each breath. He’s so warm, even through my coat, and everything about him is lean strength and distinct angles.
My legs relax and fall to the outside of his as my body opens up to his stimulation.
