She arched a brow at him. ‘Stop being logical. I don’t want that from you right now.’
His face softened, losing that predatory gleam he had in his eyes. He pulled her into a hug, kissing her before looking into her eyes. Christ, he made her love him so much. It didn’t scare her any more, but he still needed to be fended off at times when he tended to try to take control of every situation.
‘How is it you’re even hotter when you’re being prickly? I need therapy, but I’d rather have you. I know you’re upset. I’m sorry. Do you want me to go down and make her leave?’
She sighed. ‘Gah, you’re abominable. I told you I didn’t want to be rational right now. And you had to go and be all nice.’ She rolled her eyes and kissed him. ‘I don’t want her here. I hate her voice. Her perfume is cloying and needy, just like she is.’ Kate groaned and pulled at her bottom lip for a moment. ‘No. I know why you didn’t make her leave tonight. I don’t want you to put the girls in the middle.’ Pickles had done that already.
‘You’re a good woman, Katherine.’ The predatory gleam was back as he made very quick work of her sweater and then her bra. She sucked in a breath as he palmed her nipples. ‘A good woman who likes my hands on her nipples.’
She shrugged. ‘They’re just hands. Anyone’s hands would do. And we are not having sex tonight. Not with her here.’
He pushed her back and she bounced as she hit the mattress. The sounds of the movie downstairs floated up and under the door as the fire began to pop and crackle. She was never sexier to him than when she put him and his daughters first. She didn’t know of course, so it wasn’t about her manipulating it like Eve had done by showing up.
It’d been hours since he’d had her last. Since they’d fucked, hard and fast, still mainly clothed in the thick forest behind the house. Her breath had misted in the air as he’d backed her against a tree. Her body received him, the shock of her heat a stark contrast to the cold air. And still, he’d wanted her, even as the sweat on the back of his neck had cooled.
Whatever it was about her, he wanted to possess it even as he couldn’t help but let the strength of her fierce independence shine through. That she wanted to be with him, that she sought him out and let him hold her, thrilled him and comforted him at the same time.
Right then, as he divested her of her jeans and those tiny panties, but left on the over-the-knee socks she knew he got off on so much, he was far more thrilled than comforted.
‘I love those socks. So sexy and silly. Every time I see you I want to devour you in three greedy bites,’ he said as he got rid of the rest of his clothes and returned to her. She was still pissed, he saw it in the set of her mouth, but it made seducing her, making her want his touch, making her crave his cock in her cunt, even sweeter.
‘I want to read.’ But she hadn’t moved, in fact her eyes were glued to his hands as he’d unzipped his jeans and pulled them down.
‘Hmm. I want to lick your pussy.’
In the low light, he caught the sound of her indrawn breath. He reached out to open the curtains, silvery moonlight flooding into the room, illuminating her as she waited for him. His cock jumped against his belly when she caught her bottom lip between her teeth.
He chuckled, taking in the way her nipples stabbed skywards and not because of the cold. Her scent, of desire flushed skin and her pussy, rose to meet him as he got onto the bed beside her.
‘So, darling Kate, open your thighs for me.’ He leant in and her hand rested gently against his shoulder. He wanted to laugh triumphantly, that hand was meant to push him back but neither one of them had the energy to play that game.
In the dark, in the quiet of the room with the night settled in all around, Kate couldn’t help but arch into his mouth. He left hot, wet kisses down her neck and gooseflesh in his wake. Halfheartedly, her hand rested on his shoulder where she’d been ready to shove him back. Instead, she breathed him into her lungs and let him touch her.
Any way he wanted to.
It was always this way with him, had been since the first moment she’d opened her hotel-room door to find him standing there nearly a year before. He touched her like he was meant to. Her body and her heart certainly agreed. Charles Dixon was her favourite addiction, even if he was an arrogant man with an ex-wife who’d ensconced herself downstairs watching Kate’s Gerry Butler and probably trying to steal him, too.
‘Quit it,’ she managed to say, the words thick on her tongue as desire bloomed, slow like honey, through her veins. Her nipples hardened, her pussy slickened and readied for him.
‘You don’t want me to stop.’
She didn’t. But damn him, his ex-wife was under the same roof! ‘I don’t, but Eve does.’
He snorted just before he caught a nipple between his teeth, sending bright shards of pleasure/pain skittering through her. ‘I don’t care about her. Plus, I hate to break it to you, darling Kate, but she knows I’m having my way with you right now.’
‘That is … oh, holy Christ, you’re not playing fair.’ His knuckles brushed against her labia, stroking against the slick knot of her clit.
He laughed, that dark, wicked chuckle as he inched downwards. ‘I’m playing the way you like it. Hard, hot and bad. I’m going to eat your
