Chapter Fourteen
Catherine
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T HE SUNLIGHT MANAGED to creep through the heavy curtains, giving me a glimpse of him. I admired his ruggedly handsome features. His chest rose and fell in quick succession as he watched me work my fingers over his hardened muscles. He was a work of art. So beautiful in every way.
Groaning aloud, he tightened his grip on my curls, his other hand kneading my breast with a fierce possessiveness. “Damn it, Catherine,” he muttered against my neck, planting a searing trail of kisses down to my collarbone. “You’re driving me wild.”
I pulled back to look at him, my gaze latching on to his flushed face. His eyes were dark pools of desire. His lips were swollen from our kisses, a sight that only made me want to kiss him more.
“I plan on driving you wild all night,” I promised, my fingers dancing lower on his body, tracing the waistband of his briefs. His sharp intake of breath echoed in the silence of the room as my hand brushed over his hardening cock.
“Catherine,” he warned, words coming out as a strangled gasp. His body stiffened under my touch.
“That’s it,” I whispered. “Lie back. Let me take care of you.”
He did as I suggested, his eyes never leaving mine as he settled back against the plush pillows. His hands found my waist, guiding me to straddle him. Above him, I could take in every detail of his hungry expression, every twitch and flex of his muscles under my fingers.
His hands moved restlessly on my hips, squeezing and releasing in a rhythm that matched the throbbing heat between us. I leaned down to capture his lips with mine, swallowing the moan that escaped him when I ground down onto him, teasing us both with the sensation.
His hands traveled up my sides, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks of my breasts before they found their way to the back of my neck, pulling me in for a deeper kiss. His tongue tangled with mine, slow and demanding, each stroke adding to the fires that were burning through me.
“Damn, Kitcat,” he panted when our lips finally parted. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Then what a way to go,” I murmured, leaning into him. My fingers worked down his body, skimming over the ridges of his stomach toward his hard length.
His hands tightened on my hips as I took him in hand, a strangled groan escaping him.
“Easy,” I soothed, my other hand tracing the lines of his tensed jaw. “Relax.”
“I can’t,” he choked out. “Not when you’re... dammit, Catherine!”
I kissed him again to silence his desperate cries, closing my own eyes as I enjoyed the power I had over him. The salty taste of his skin mixed with the sweet tang of arousal was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine.
I slid down his body, kissing his neck and chest before making my way to his stomach. His breathing was coming in sharp gasps. I could feel his anticipation. I pushed his briefs down, freeing his cock.
“Shit, Catherine,” he groaned as my fingers wrapped around his shaft. He bucked up into my palm, his eyes wild with want.
I gave him a teasing smile. “Patience,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to his hip bone before focusing on the throbbing need in my hand. His gasp echoed throughout the room as my lips closed around him. I took my time exploring him with my mouth, varying the rhythm and pressure until his fingers were tangling desperately in my hair.
“Catherine...” His voice was hoarse, the syllables tumbling out of his mouth in a helpless plea. His entire body was stiff as I bobbed my head up and down.
“Shh,” I whispered, pausing my rhythmic movements to look up at him.
He gulped audibly, his hand moving to stroke my cheek. “You’re killing me.”
I smiled against him and resumed my ministrations, maintaining a slow but steady rhythm that seemed to drive him to the brink of sanity and back. His fingers tightened in my hair as he struggled to keep himself from thrusting up into my mouth.
“Cat...I...” he tried to say, but it was no use. The words were lost in the waves of pleasure that swept over him, rendering him speechless. His hips jerked uncontrollably as each wave hit, his grip on my hair tightening in sync with his release.
“Fuck,” he gasped as I slowly released him from my mouth, his body shivering from the aftershocks.
I moved back up to lie beside him, tracing lazy circles on his sweat-slickened chest. His eyes were closed, his lips parted slightly as he tried to catch his breath. I watched him, my heart filled with a sense of accomplishment. To have such an effect on a man like him was intoxicating.
“You’ve turned me inside out,” he whispered. “One second.”
I chuckled. “I better get going.”
I pretended to roll away, knowing exactly what he would do. Just as I expected, he grabbed my wrist, his grip tight but gentle.
“I don’t think so,” he chuckled.
I turned back toward him, giving him a teasing smile. “I thought you needed a second.”
He groaned, rolling his eyes. “For heaven’s sake, woman. I mean it. Stay put.”
He moved over me, pinning my hands above my head as he looked down at me. His eyes bore into mine, a potent mix of desire and determination making me shiver with excitement. My heart pounded in my chest as his gaze roved over my body, each lingering glance heating my skin like the touch of invisible fingers.
“Kitcat,” he murmured, his voice husky. “I can’t let you go yet. I’ve only just started.”
He moved to hold my wrists with my hand and ran his fingers down my arm. When he touched the sensitive flesh on the underside, it was nearly my undoing.
I gasped, my eyes snapping shut as an unexpected wave of pleasure hit me. His lips pressed against my earlobe, his voice a low whisper. “I love you, Catherine.”
The feel of his warm breath against my skin sent shivers down my spine. His hand continued its torturous path, tracing invisible patterns across my skin. I surrendered to the sensations he evoked, my body arching towards him involuntarily.
He kissed my neck, sucking the flesh between his teeth. I groaned, writhing under his hard body. I was desperate to feel him inside me. “Please,” I whimpered.
“Oh baby, we’ve just gotten started.”
His voice was rough with desire, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. He continued his exploration of my body, his fingertips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. My breath hitched as his hand moved lower, closing around my hip before slowly inching its way towards the warmth between my legs.
“Keep your hands up,” he said and pulled his hand away.
I did as he asked. I was completely vulnerable to him. He kissed each nipple with his hand working between my legs.
A sharp gasp escaped me as his fingers brushed against my sensitized flesh. His lips closed around my nipple, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud in a way that sent shock waves coursing through my body. My hips bucked against his hand, eager for more of his touch.
His mouth moved from one nipple to the other, lavishing attention on each until I was a writhing mess beneath him. His fingers at my center were relentless, stroking and teasing while providing just enough pressure to keep me teetering on the edge.
“Please,” I begged again, desperate for release. My hands clenched into fists above my head, my nails digging into the palm of my hands. I wanted him, needed him like I had never needed anyone before.
“Begging so soon?” he murmured, his lips moving against the skin of my stomach, his words sending vibrations through me that only heightened my need.
“Timothy...” My voice was a ragged whisper, my world narrowing down to just him and the sensations he elicited within me.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
His hand moved lower, his fingers splaying across my core. His touch was feather-light at first, but gradually, the pressure increased. He teased my slick folds, his touch becoming bolder until I was gasping and writhing beneath him. His other hand moved down to hold my thigh open, giving him better access. My muscles tensed in anticipation.
“Timothy,” I whimpered, my voice desperate and pleading.
“I hear you,” he said, his voice thick with lust. His fingers slipped inside me, causing me to cry out in pleasure. My world turned white as he began to move them slowly but surely. Each stroke of his fingers sent shivers down my spine, each touch igniting a spot deep within me that I hadn’t known existed. The sensation was intoxicating, overwhelming, and completely consuming.
I twisted my hands in the sheets above my head, my back arching as his fingers worked their magic. The room filled with the sounds of our ragged breaths mixed with the faint rustling of sheets. He continued his assault on my senses, driving me further and further toward the edge.
He climbed over me, giving me no time to prepare myself for his invasion. The moment the head of his cock brushed across my folds, I exploded. The sound that escaped me was primal.
Timothy pushed inside as my body contracted around him, squeezing and pulling. His groan echoed around the room, a deep sound filled with pleasure and satisfaction. I was glad Paisley wasn’t home. She would have definitely heard. His pace was slow, almost torturous, every inch of him filling me completely. The sensation was beyond anything I could have imagined, an intense feeling that threatened to consume me whole.
Each thrust was a delicious torture, sending waves of pleasure radiating throughout my entire body. The room fell away, replaced by Timothy’s intoxicating scent and the feel of his hard body against mine.
Gasping for breath, I clung on to him, my fingers digging into his muscular back. He kissed my neck again, running his tongue along the sensitive skin.
His movements grew frantic as he chased his orgasm. Seconds later, he was shouting at the ceiling as he found his release. I held him close, finding myself more in love with him that I thought was possible.
We stayed intertwined in each other’s arms for a long time. I had no desire to move. He was too comfortable.
“Move in,” he said.
I blinked, not sure I heard him correctly. I was rendered speechless. Moving in together was a big step, one that I hadn’t anticipated taking so soon.
“You’re serious?” I asked.
“Very.” He nodded. “I need you here.”
“What about Paisley?”
“You know she loves you,” he said. “She would love to have you in the house.”
“Yes,” I replied, a smile spreading across my face. “I’d love to do that.”
Timothy’s eyes lit up with joy at my response, his smile widening. “That’s awesome,” he said, his voice filled with happiness. “Maybe we can set your dad up in your house so he doesn’t have to live in his shop anymore. I would hate to see all that hard work you’ve been putting into the house be enjoyed by someone else.”
“That’s a good idea,” I replied, a sense of relief washing over me.
“Maybe I should be the one to tell him what’s happening,” Timothy said. “I know he’s not fond of me. I’d like to smooth things over with him.”
“Okay,” I nodded. “But tread lightly.”
“I’ll talk to him,” he said confidently. “I want to convince him I’m serious about you. I know he thinks I’m not serious about you, but I am. I need to talk to him man to man.”
“I appreciate that.” I smiled. “He will, too.”