The Amendment (The Contract 2)

I kissed her deeply, seeking out her tongue with mine, stroking hard and deep. Reclaiming her mouth. Reclaiming her. I yanked her tight to my chest, pulling off the towel she had draped around her body. I pushed down the blanket that covered me, needing to feel her. I dragged her over my lap, groaning at the feel of her weight pressing down on me. Still kissing her, I slid my hands over her silken thighs, parting them and settling her so she straddled me.

She pulled back, gasping. “Is this okay?”

“Fucking yes, it’s okay.” I pressed my mouth to her neck, licking up the damp, elegant column of her throat. “It’s fucking perfect.”

I grazed my fingers over the scar on her thigh, remembering how I discovered it. Discovered her. Fell in love with her. I was doing it all over again.

“We both have scars now,” I murmured. “You’re so perfect for me, Katy. And I’m such an idiot. Yours made you stronger. Mine weakened me.”

She grabbed my face, holding it tight. “You stumbled, Richard, but you didn’t fall. You’re here with me, so be with me.”

Her words filled my heart. Her passionate pleas stirred something entirely different.

I yanked her to my mouth again and kissed her until she begged.

“Richard,” she whimpered.

“Katy,” I hissed as she shifted. My cock was waking up, my erection growing as I pulled her close.

“Oh God, I feel you,” she moaned, undulating again. “I can feel you. You want me.”

“I’ve never stopped wanting you.”

“I want you, Richard.”

“You’re going to have me,” I promised. “But I need to take this slow.”

“Are you in pain?”

I ignored the spasm I had felt, pushing it aside. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except her. “No.”

She met my eyes, her gaze hooded and dark. “I’m good with slow.” She tugged on my T-shirt. “But this has to go.”

I let her yank the cotton off my torso. She sat back, running her fingers up and down my arms, gliding them down my chest and across my abdomen. My muscles tightened under her touch, desire building beneath my skin like wildfire.

She looked up, catching her bottom lip in her teeth. “You are so sexy,” she breathed out. “You’ve always been sexy, but Richard, your muscles—you’re so cut now. So defined.” She lifted an eyebrow. “I want to lick every inch of you.”

My cock twitched at her words. I knew I had gained more definition thanks to Aiden and his regimens. I had done it to gain back my strength, but the desire that darkened Katy’s eyes as she took in my harder, toned upper body was an added bonus.

I gripped her chin. That stubborn little chin with the dimple I loved to kiss—so I did. I dragged my lips to her ear. “Lick anything you want, baby. I’m yours. However you want me.”

She gripped my neck and kissed me. I groaned at the feel of her mouth moving with mine. The way her fingers trailed over my skin. I hissed as her mouth descended. Sucking on my nipples the way she knew I loved, nipping at them with her teeth and making me hiss in pleasure. Brushing her lips along my abdomen, teasing the taut muscles with her tongue. She moved down my body, shimmying past my knees. She gripped the waistband of my sweats.

“Can I?”

Using my arms, I pushed my body down the mattress, so I was lying flat. With a deep breath, I was able to lift my hips enough to allow her to drag the heavy material down my legs. I refused to let her see how great an effort it was for me. I didn’t want to ruin the moment.

My cock sprang free, fully erect and hard. Katy crawled closer, the look in her eyes making me shiver and forget any effort I had put forth. She wrapped her hand around my dick and tugged. I pressed my head into the pillows at the sensation of pleasure.

“More, baby. I need to feel more,” I urged.

I had to swallow my shout as she wrapped her lips around my cock. I felt everything. The wet. The warmth. Her gentle suction. The way she slid her tongue along the underside of my shaft and swirled it around the head.

Every touch I knew well, except every sensation felt like the first time. My nerves tingled, my balls ached, and pleasure built and spiked.

It was everything I remembered and more. I reached down blindly and tugged at her shoulders.

“Katy, come here.”

She released me, the air cold on my skin. She straddled my waist, her face close.

“I love you,” I murmured.

“I love you too.”

I pulled her to my mouth and kissed her. Long. Slow. Deep. The way I knew she liked. Her full breasts pressed on my chest, her nipples rubbing the coarse hairs scattered on my skin. Her back felt like satin under my fingers as I traced the bumps and curves of her spine. Her ass fit perfectly in my hands as I gripped the full cheeks and pressed her against me.