Page 79 of A Song for You

I press a kiss to her thigh and turn around, making Cat whimper at the loss of me.

Kevin stares right back, waiting to see what I’ll do. I have no fucking clue. But I know what Cat wants. She wants Nikki. She can say only me, and I truly believe I’m all she wants on an emotional level, but watching Nikki get off is making her hot.

“Come here, honey,” I say, motioning for Cat to join me in the water.

Her concerned eyes find mine.

“It’s okay, I’m going to get you there,” I promise.

Nikki scrutinizes me, and then she turns her head and looks back at Kevin. Before Cat can move, she’s swimming over to me. “Let me.”

Cat lets out a crying sigh and turns her wide eyes to me.

“It’s okay. If you want this…it’s okay with me.”

Kevin is behind Nikki, his hand on her ass as she settles on the underwater bench, her lips skating across Cat’s other thigh. I squeeze my girl’s knee in what I hope is a reassuring gesture.

She watches Nikki, her brow furrowed, then she drags her attention back to me. “Kiss me,” she begs.

I push to my knees and do her bidding, my lips meeting hers languidly. “If you’re nervous, baby, you don’t have to do this.”

“I just want you,” she whispers, her breath skating across my skin.

With that declaration, Kevin pulls Nikki back onto his lap, and I grab another towel from the pile.

Wrapping the terrycloth around Cat, I promise her, “You’ve got me, baby. Let’s go inside.”

With a towel wrapped around my hips, I snag her around the waist. “I’ll come back for our clothes, okay?”

Her focus drifts back to Nikki and Kevin. She’s straddling him now, moving straight to fucking. So much for protection. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs softly.

I don’t waste another minute out here. I lead her inside, tiptoeing through the house until we reach her bedroom. Everyone else is passed out—thank fuck—and I bring her right to the bathroom, set her down on the toilet seat, and start the shower. Once the water is warm enough, I drag her inside with me.

“Look at me,” I say, pulling on her chin so she’s forced to meet my eyes. “Do I look like I’m upset?”

She frowns, vulnerability painted across every inch of her face, as if she’s disappointed in herself. “It’s just…I wanted to; I did…” She studies a spot somewhere along my throat and swallows thickly. “And I also didn’t,” she rushes out.

I pull her in close, one arm banded around her and the other pressed to her face, guiding her head to my chest. I brush my lips against the crown of her head. “You are the only person I want. Not a threesome, not a fucking show, not anyone but you. Only you.”

“But normally—” she starts, trying to pull back.

“Fuck normally,” I grit, holding her in place tight against me. “Nothing is fucking normal about us. We’re extraordinary, Cat. This is special,” I tell her, rubbing circles on her back. “You’re special. If you want others, I’ll let you have them. But if all you want is me? Fuck, I hope that’s the case. Because all I want is you.”

She loops her arms around my neck and kisses me with a desperation I’ve never experienced. Our teeth clash, our tongues circle, our bodies fuse, and she whimpers against me.

“I need you inside me,” she begs.

I shake my head, blowing out a harsh breath. “No.”

“Please,” she begs.

“Cat, you…” I press my lips together and take her in, my hands cupping her cheeks. “You deserve special. Not a quickie in the shower because we’re horny. I’m going to take you to fucking Paris—to the fucking Eiffel tower. I’m going to wine and dine you, take you shopping, kiss your fucking feet, and then I’m going to make love to you.”

Her eyes shine with fresh tears. “Now I want to fuck you more.”

I chuckle and kiss her again. “Baby, I’m going to take that virginity. It’s mine. Swear it.”

She nods. “All yours.”