CHAPTER SIX
HONESTY
BIANCA
S itting across from Catch at the kitchen table, arms crossing my chest, I glared at him. Although his comment about me moving to Jersey was heavy on my mind, I had to shake it off.
Bianca, you’re your own woman. He can’t move you anywhere.
My shoulders relaxed at that realization.
Bianca, Catch doesn’t mean anything he says. He’s being cute.
My heart warmed. I liked his cuteness. I’d accept his sweet possessive ways. A month from now, he’ll return to Jersey without me.
In the meantime, enjoy the attention.
When he leaves, you can return to your nerd bubble full-time.
His eyes moved to the piping hot plate of chicken marsala pasta in front of me.
He’d devoured three forkfuls of his pasta. I was sure that was slow for him.
“Stop worrying about Jersey. Eat.”
“I’m not worried about Jersey. This is my home. I live here.”
“And your man lives in Jersey City,” he snarled.
I snorted. “You’re hilarious.” Picking up the utensil, I twirled the creamy pasta around the fork, and stabbed a cubed chicken breast.
“Here goes nothing,” I stated as I slipped the pasta into my mouth.
A cocky grin lifted his lips as he watched me intently, waiting for my response.
The herbs, cheese, pasta, and chicken melted on my tongue.
Don’t close your eyes, Bianca.
That would boost his ego even more. I nodded. “It tastes good.”
He chuckled as he twirled pasta around his fork. “I’ll tell my mother you said her famous recipe taste good.”
My eyes widened. “Your mother’s recipe?” I asked.
“Tell the truth. How’s your meal?”
Ugh!
“Tell your mother she should be proud. The pastas delicious.” I smirked.
He laughed again. “I know, stubborn woman. I’ll tell her.”
“What is your favorite meal?” he asked.
The biggest smile crossed my lips. “My grandmother’s Sunday dinners. Well, I used to love them. Now my mom has taken over the Sunday dinner task. But growing up, my girls and I would kill for some of my grandmother’s sweet potato casserole and peach cobbler.”
“I love hearing that.” He flashed a wide smile.
“Family is important,” he said.
“I agree.” My fork swirled around another forkful of pasta.
“What about you? What’s your favorite meal?”
He shrugged. “I love Italian food. Probably because I’m Italian. My grandmother’s Bolognese sauce was a pure delight. That sauce made every red sauce pasta dish a sensation.”
Catch poured red wine into my glass.
Getting to know each other was futile. He helped me out of a situation. In turn, I agreed to have dinner with him. It didn’t matter how much my body wanted his hands all over it.
I must’ve zoned out because I didn’t notice Catch remove our empty dishes.
“Catch, I understand how you want me to act behind closed doors. I’m physically attracted to you. That’s all. There won’t be real feelings developing between us.”
“Take your laptop and our drinks into the living room.” He stalked toward the table.
“Choose a good movie. Something action packed. After I clean the kitchen...” Catch braced a hand on the table and leaned over me. He took my lips. Again, I bit and nipped his lips, begging for more. My heart banged wildly against my ribcage. Why did this man know how to shut me up?
“Catch, stop kissing me like that.”
His lips brushed my lips. “Like you’re mine?”
He gripped my throat and shoved his tongue into my mouth, showing me how he owned it. Fuck, that kiss was the best I ever had. Was that the norm with him? Would all our kisses be amazing?
Catch pulled back. “Get moving,” he growled.
I did as I was told. Could you believe that? He couldn’t boss me around. The heist came to mind again. After placing our drinks on the coffee table, it took all of thirty-seconds to find an action movie, then I opened my laptop and got to work.
The couch dipped to my right as my fingers flew across the keys.
“What are you working on?” Catch asked.
“On one of my projects,” I said as I closed my laptop.
The girls and I were all set for tomorrow night.
“I’m ready to watch the movie.” I placed the laptop on the coffee table.
Catch picked up the remote, then pressed play. He pulled me closer and nibbled my ear. “While the movies playing, I want your eyes glued to the TV while I lick and slurp your needy pussy.”
My fingers fisted his shirt.
“Catch, I-I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do, Bianca. You want my mouth. My cock. You wanted my lips on your body the second our eyes met the other day.”
He kneaded my pebbled nipple with his thumb and forefinger through my dress. “Now tell Daddy how you really feel about him.” He trailed kisses along my neck.
“Catch, I’m losing control.”
“I know, sweetheart. That’s something that will happen a lot when we’re together. You can admit it now or one day soon when you’re lying in my bed. Make no mistake...”
Catch tugged my hair, exposing my neck. “...You are mine,” he growled, clamping his teeth on my flesh.
“Catch, you’re making it impossible to resist you.”
“That’s what I want,” he snickered.
He placed my leg at his side, spreading me wide. My pussy pulsed, begging for his fingers and tongue.
“Catch,” I’m not that experienced.
His teeth dug into the side of my neck as his fingers left my nipple and circled my clit. “So what? Anything I think you need to know, I’ll teach you.”
“Catch, I’m a nerd. Books and computers are my favorite pastime,” I moaned, placing my hand over his as he sped up his pace.
“Soon, Bombshell, my tongue and dick will be your favorite everything.”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Catch, this is crazy.”
He removed his hand and mouth from my body and sat back. Catch took two fingers and squeezed the bridge of his nose. Then his gray eyes met mine.
“I got it. This analogy will make perfect sense and this conversation will be over.”
My brows lowered. “No, it won’t.”
“Damn, that sassy mouth is hot. Keep it up and I’ll slide my dick inside and watch in delight as you play with your pussy while you suck me off.”
“I’m not-”
He shut me up with a dirty kiss. “Listen to me, bombshell,” he said, sitting back staring into my eyes.
“Our relationship is like an arranged marriage. The only difference is I made it that way for us. We will get to know each other along the way.” He pointed between us. “This is permanent.”
My eyes widened.
“We’ll spend a lot of time together. I need to learn everything about you.”
My brows inched together. “You sound like a stalker.”
He smirked. “And you like it.” Catch tore his t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside.
Fuck, he wasn’t lying. His words only made my pussy wetter.
Catch placed my hand over his heart. Colorful tattoos graced his chest. A fire breathing black dragon breathed fire over his heart. What was the meaning behind that? There was a silver dagger lying on a bed of red roses. And on the other side of his abs was a black rifle resting on top of a bloody skull. In time, I’d ask him what his tattoos meant.
“Do you feel that?” he asked.
It was beating at top speed. “Yes.”
“Bombshell, that’s what you do to me.”
“I can’t believe I make you nervous.”
“Bianca, I really like you.” His gray eyes held lust and adoration.
He grabbed the hem of my sundress and pulled it over my head, throwing it on the coffee table.
Catch licked his lips as his wide eyes roved my body. “Fuck,” he muttered.
“If anyone tries to harm you,” he paused.
His gaze flicked to mine. “They’ll die.”
My heart plummeted to my belly. Oh, shit.
I could see he was dead fucking serious. How would I hide the GT situation from him?