He beamed. “Because I gave you a twelve.”
“So?”
“The highest score I could give was ten. But baby, a ten for you in that hot green bikini wasn’t near high enough.”
The cute redness on her cheeks glowed, even in the moonlight.
“It’s a gorgeous night,” he said. “You wanna go riding again?”
“I… It’s not a good idea, Chad.”
“Sugar, it’s a fucking great idea.” He nipped the softness of her neck. “You ever fantasize about making love on horseback?” he whispered.
“I told you—”
“Right, no roll in the hay.” He chuckled. “We’ll go back to my place. No hay there. I promise.” He licked her pulse point and enjoyed the sweet shudder that flowed through her. Her body responded to him like no other woman’s had.
“Yeah. Yeah. Okay. A ride.”
“Come on.” He opened the door of his truck, walked her around to the passenger side, and helped her in. “Let’s go.”
* * *
They never made it on the moonlight ride. Chad took Catie back to his place and they ended up in bed.
Catie didn’t fight it. He was right. The ethics were moot at this point, and here was another chance to make love with the man she adored.
She took it, even knowing it would lead to more heartache.
They explored each other’s bodies with new enthusiasm.
Catie took Chad’s cock into her mouth, and the sensation of his sleek hardness, the salty and masculine taste, the groans of satisfaction from low in his throat—all added up to delicious and amazing. She licked around the base, explored his sac, buried her nose in his black curls and inhaled. She licked the shaft, curling her tongue around his head and then thrusting her entire mouth upon him. Up and down, up and down. His hips lifted in tandem with her strokes, and he moaned her name, his husky voice music to her ears.
“Ah, Catie. Sugar.”
She looked upward, her eyes meeting his. They smoked. His half-lidded dark eyes actually smoked.
“Come here,” he said.
She let his cock drop from her mouth and kissed the head. He shivered.
“Damn, Catie, if you don’t come here, this is going to be over in another second.”
She climbed forward.
“Drawer,” he said. “Condom.”
She reached into the drawer of his night table and grabbed a condom. When she handed it to him, he shook his head, a sly smile curving on his lips.
“You do it.”
“Me?” She had never put a condom on a man before. Well, of course she hadn’t. She’d been a virgin.
“Yeah, you. It’s something…special between a man and a woman. I want you to do it.”
“But I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Shh. Baby, you’ll do fine. Just take it out, pinch the tip of the rubber to leave a little space for the…you know. Then put it on me.”