Taking Catie (The Temptation Saga 3)

“No, Chad.”

“No?”

“I mean, I loved it. I truly did. But I need you inside me. I’ve wanted you there for so long.”

He stood up, and Catie focused on his hands as they unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans.

For a split second, “boxers or briefs” flew through her mind, and she couldn’t help giggling.

“Laughing, sugar?” He smiled. “You’ll give me a complex.”

His jeans hit the floor, and she had an answer. Boxer briefs. Forest-green cotton boxer briefs that molded to the most shapely rear end and most muscular thighs she’d ever seen.

But those male model goodies paled in comparison to the bulge. A small spot of wetness appeared where the head of his cock peeked out.

She sucked in her breath and widened her eyes as he slowly peeled the underwear from his ripped body.

His erection sprang from a thick bush of black hair. God Almighty, he was huge. Catie wasn’t experienced by a long shot, but she’d seen a few in her day. This one was monstrous. In a good way. He reached into his nightstand drawer, pulled out a condom, and quickly sheathed his cock.

“I take it I haven’t disappointed you.”

“You could never disappoint me,” she said, and meant it.

He lowered himself next to her on the bed and teased her nipples with his lips. “I hope you won’t regret this, sugar, because no matter what happens, I can tell you for damn sure that I won’t. You are a treasure. A true treasure.”

He kissed her mouth then. A firm, possessive kiss, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him on top of her.

She gasped when he plunged into her. It hurt. More than she’d expected. But then he was unusually large.

“Catie?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

“But you said—”

“You wouldn’t have made love to me otherwise.” She shut her eyes, wincing at what felt like her flesh tearing. “I’m fine. Really. Just…go ahead.”

“Aw damn.” He surged forward until he was embedded deep inside her, and then he stilled. “I need to give you a minute to adjust, okay?”

She nodded. “Okay.”

“You let me know when I can move.”

“I’m fine, Chad. You can move. I… I want this. I wanted it to be you.”

“I can’t take your virginity, Catie.”

“You already have.”

“Damn. Goddamn it.”

She opened her eyes. Chad’s teeth were clenched, his facial muscles taut. Sweat trickled from his brow. Was he in as much pain as she was?

“I want this, Chad.”

“Well, there’s nothing we can do about it now.”

“I know. I’m fine. I’m ready. The pain is gone. I just feel…full.”