Draco wanted her so much he physically hurt. His cock was so engorged that if he stopped now, he’d have a severe case of blue balls.
He’d prefer to be on firmer footing with Cate than on a promise to respect him in the morning. He wanted her to trust that he would not only ensure her safety but also be there for her when this was all over. He wouldn’t walk away from her again. He wasn’t afraid to commit anymore. Being away from her had sucked the life out of him. He’d do whatever it took to make her feel secure and happy.
For a man who’d never considered he was the marrying type, he wanted it with Cate. Marriage, a house, half a dozen kids...the whole package. He’d even buy her flowers for no reason and change poopy diapers. If it had to be in Virginia, he’d work it out with his boss in Texas. They could take on jobs all over the US. Hell, they were working a job in Europe. It was just geography.
The only geography he was interested in was anywhere Cate was.
Standing in front of her, he was in awe of her amazing mind and her beautiful body. His cock twitched in anticipation of holding her so close their two bodies would become one.
Patience gone, he shucked his shoes, trousers and boxer briefs, then swept her up into his arms and carried her into the shower. He squirted shampoo into his hands and massaged it into her blond hair, loving how she closed her eyes, tipped her head back and moaned softly. He rinsed her hair, applied conditioner and threaded his fingers through the long strands, easing some of the tangles free.
Cate reached for the shampoo.
Draco stopped her by grabbing her fingers and lifting them to his lips. “You first.” He kissed her lips. “All of you.”
Her breath caught, raising her breasts, tempting him to take them in his mouth, but he wasn’t finished exploring her body. He worked up lather in his hands and smoothed the suds over every inch of her body, committing the curves and angles to memory. God, he’d missed her.
He moved her beneath the shower spray, watching the suds run off her shoulders, breasts and down her belly to the juncture of her thighs. Then he cupped her there and slipped between her folds to stroke her clit.
Cate gasped and moved back. “Not yet,” she said. “You’re next.” Her lips curled in a sexy smile. “All of you.”
She shampooed his hair, standing behind him on her toes to reach his head, her naked breasts pressed to his back.
Draco fought down a groan.
Her soapy hands moved over his body, touching him everywhere, following her fingers with wet kisses.
It was pure torture not to pull her into his arms and take her then.
She moved lower, dropped to her knees in front of him and took his cock in her hands.
“You don’t have to do that,” he said through clenched teeth, barely able to breathe with her fingers working over his rock-hard erection. “I’m supposed to be giving you orgasms.”
“I like to make you come. It makes me incredibly hot and horny.” She glanced up at him, her eyes wide and wickedly innocent. “But I’ll stop if you say no.”
“Sweet Jesus, don’t stop now.”
She wrapped her lips around the tip of his dick, gripped his buttocks in both hands, and took him all the way into her mouth.
Draco thought he’d come in that moment and fought the urge, determined to make her come first. He could hold back. He could do it. He closed his eyes and focused.
Cate pushed him back until he almost sprang free. Her tongue darted out, circled his head and then flicked the drop of come from the tip. Then she sucked him into her mouth, pulling hard.
On the edge of coming undone, Draco threaded his hands into her damp hair and held her close, his cock as deep as it would go. Before he lost all control, he pulled out, brought her to her feet and turned off the water.
“I wasn’t done,” she said, gripping his ass in her hands as she slid her calf up over his thigh.
“We’re not done,” he confirmed. “I’ve got two mind-blowing orgasms to produce first.”
He snagged a towel and ran it over her body, soaking up the water on her skin, patting and squeezing all her tempting parts.
She stole the towel and worked it over him, running it across his chest and down to his erection, where she fondled his balls and made it even harder for him to move.
Still damp, he swung her up into his arms and carried her to bed, laying her across the duvet.
Cate stretched an arm over her head, arched her back and ran her hand over her torso to her sex, dipping her finger between her folds. “Oh, yeah. I’m ready.” Her smile was a mix of sultry mischief.
His gaze ran the length of her, stopping at that one spot, mesmerized by the movement of her finger, swirling over her clit. He liked watching her pleasure herself.
