Taking Catie (The Temptation Saga 3)

“I plan to. But like I said, not until I taste every inch of you.”

And he did. Starting with her mouth. He swirled his tongue with hers, mating, dancing, kissing her with a reckless abandon Catie had never known. He rained kisses on her cheeks, her ears, dipped his tongue into her ear and Catie tingled all over. He sucked on her neck, her breasts, and then bit her nipples until she cried out in pain that morphed into pleasure. His talented mouth traveled down her chest and belly, and stopped at her nest of curls as he inhaled.

“Black, like mine,” he said, smiling up at her, their eyes meeting.

“Wh-What?”

“I wondered what color your hair was down here. Whether it was the same color as your head, or darker.”

“Oh.” She had no idea men thought about things like that. She’d never once wondered what color his pubic hair was. But now she itched to find out. Course he’d already said it was black, like hers.

“Open your legs for

me, sugar. Let me see that pretty flesh.”

She obeyed, embarrassed, yet wanting to share her whole self with him.

“Ah, beautiful,” he said. “You glisten, sugar. Glisten with sweet honey.”

He ran one finger over her slick folds, and she cried out, sinking her head farther into his pillow.

“So wet, sugar. So wet for me.”

“Chad, please.”

“What, baby?”

“I want you. Inside me. Please come inside me.”

“Oh, I will, sure as the day is long. But first…” His tongue darted out and slithered over her wetness.

Catie’s body quivered. Had anything ever felt quite so amazing? She couldn’t tell Chad, but no man had kissed her there before. In fact, she wasn’t sure why he wanted to do it, but he certainly seemed to be enjoying himself. God knew it felt like heaven from her end.

He sucked and licked, driving her into a frenzy, the erotic sounds he made landing at the back of her neck and sending chills through her heated body. She rose higher, and higher still, until a thousand sparks erupted on her skin and soared inward, igniting every cell of her body in a delicious euphoric blaze. She reveled, crying out Chad’s name, writhing on the bed in time with his worship of her. When she finally floated downward, Chad was working two fingers in and out of her, and the soothing caress, to the most intimate part of her, churned her desire once more.

Delicious. Heady. Amazing.

This was an orgasm. It had to be. How wonderful that her handsome cowboy, the man she had loved from afar for so long, would be the one to give it to her.

“Good, sugar?”

He smiled, and for a moment she imagined the sun itself shone through his face.

“More than good.”

“I was right, you know.”

“Mmm. Right about what?”

“You taste like raspberries down here, too.” He licked his lips.

Catie warmed, and rosiness crept up her belly to her breasts.

“Don’t be embarrassed, sugar.” He smiled again, his chin slick with her juices.

She shuddered.

“I enjoyed every single minute of it. In fact, I wouldn’t mind diving back in for—”