“That’s it,” he whispers into my ear. “Fuck my fingers.”
I easily find a rhythm, pushing up against his hand before I draw back down.
“Let go.” His breath skims over my shoulder. “Fuck it until you’re close.”
I up my pace. Chasing my release, sweat beads on my forehead.
“Tell me how badly you want to come.” His teeth graze the skin of my neck. “How much do you want it?”
“So much.” I pant, not caring that I’m losing control from just the touch of his fingers.
“Touch your clit,” he orders. “Lightly, Katie. Don’t take yourself there yet.”
I nod. My hand crawls down the blanket until it reaches my core. I moan aloud when my fingertips skim the swollen nub of nerves.
I hear the nightstand drawer open and the grunt that follows. He’s sheathing his cock so he can drive it into me.
I apply more pressure. Making tighter circles, I moan as I race to the edge.
“Don’t come,” he says harshly. “You’re going to come on my cock.”
He flips me over, pins my hands to the bed above my head and pushes into me with one fierce thrust.
I come instantly, colors dancing behind my eyelids, my skin heating, and my heart exploding.
“Ah, fuck,” he bites out before he pounds into me, sending me straight into the clutches of another climax.
Chapter 44
Gage
I wake to the image of Katie standing in my bedroom.
She’s not watching me sleep. She’s staring at the picture of Kristin and me. I don’t know how much detail she can make out in the darkened room, but it’s enough to keep her attention laser-focused on the photograph.
She chews on the nail of her right thumb.
I know exactly what that means. She has questions.
“You’re awake,” I croak out in a deeper than normal voice.
“You’re sexy,” she says quietly looking over at me.
I’d tell her the same thing, but sexy doesn’t even begin to describe how she looks.
She’s wearing a pair of red lace panties and nothing else.
I was always enamored with Katie’s body. That hasn’t changed. If anything, I’m more obsessed with her now than when I was twenty-four.
“Come back to bed.” I pat the wrinkled sheet next to me.
“In a minute.” Her gaze drops to the floor. “When’s the last time you saw your daughter?”
The answer should be simple. I wish I could say that I saw her this afternoon or a week ago.
The reality is that it’s been way too fucking long.
I push the sheet down and swing my legs over the side of the bed. I won’t have this conversation when I’m naked.