Page 85 of Sweet Heart

Cat explores, learns this part of our language, too, until she feels confident enough to converse in it. Then she speeds up. Her movements come with more certainty now, as if she has already laid out the map of my body, and I melt completely under her touch.

I wrap my legs around her as she thrusts, and she pants softly against my skin. Her mouth finds my pulse point, and while her hand slides between our legs, her teeth sink into me.

She is everywhere.

I feel her teeth, her thumb, her palm, her thighs. She moves inside me, on me, in my mind. Right now, my world begins and ends with Cat. Her touch, her scent, her claim on me. And fuck… I am hers.

“Kath…” I start, but she cuts me off with a hard kiss.

It is as if in this moment, where I come undone, she needs to feel me inside of her as much as she is inside of me. My body contracts around the strap, my muscles tense, my back arches, and I cry out inside of her mouth. Cat holds me through it all, through every shuddering wave, her touch bringing me higher and higher just as much as it keeps me tethered to her. And when I finally go completely pliant under her, she slows and pulls me into her arms.

I blink when she takes off the blindfold and the world comes rushing back in, nearly frying my overly sensitive nerves. I squeeze my eyes closed and press my face into the crook of her neck to hide away from it. Cat lets out a huffed laugh and presses a kiss into my hair, and then another one, and another one.

We lie here, in each other’s arms, until I find the strength to look up at her. She smirks and winks as she moves her hip only enough to shoot another bolt through my core.

“Katherina…” I whimper, and she chuckles before slowly pulling out.

“I very much enjoyed that,” she says with a grin, and I just shake my head at her smugness.

Why is it so damn sexy when she’s behaving like an arrogant prick? Instead of responding, I straddle her and start trailing soft kisses down the column of her throat. Her smirk instantly falters, and she moves her head to give me better access. She hums when I suck softly on the tender flesh, and she presses her fingers into my shoulders.

“Maria…”

It comes out low and dark, almost like a warning, but all it does is spur me on. I suck harder, and she gasps. The sound, which is a pleasure to my ears, is rudely disturbed by the loud ringing of her phone.

“¡Coño!” she hisses, and her hands come around to my shoulders.

I move back and blink, looking up at her now-frustrated face. She closes her eyes for a beat and grits her teeth as her hand darts out to the nightstand.

“Baby, I’m sorry, I have to—”

I nod. I know. Before she can even press accept, I roll off her and curl into her side. Her arm snakes around me as ice creeps into her tone.

“This is my day off. It better be good.”

There is some murmuring on the other side of the line, and Cat’s face falls. Her eyes widen and her breath hitches. It’s only a little, but it’s enough for me to notice.

“When?”

I frown and look at her, but she softly shakes her head, pulling me closer against her.

“Who?”

An answer.

“But who?”

I feel her heartbeat against my palm, hard and faster than normal. An uneasy feeling settles in my stomach, and I look up at her again. Her lips brush against my temple in answer, and this time, I am not sure if it is to soothe me or her. Either way, I don’t think it’s working.

“Now what?”

What’s happening? I mouth at her, but she shakes her head.

“Fine. Send me the details.”

She ends the call and looks at her phone for a beat. Her complexion is paler than usual, her mouth a thin strip. Stunned.

“Baby?” I try tentatively, and it looks as if it shocks her out of her spiraling thoughts.