Celebrate that we didn’t get arrested.
Celebrate we found the signed trust agreement leaving her money and the house.
Celebrate we didn’t find the one that supposedly cut Cat out.
Of course, it didn’t mean there wasn’t one, but it wasn’t in Samuel’s house. We had to figure out our next move, but we could do that later, and besides… I want Bridger’s input on that. He always has a cool head and a chess-like mind, and this is all about maneuvering into the right spot at the right time.
My hands go to Cat’s waist, and I press the front of my body against the back of hers. She didn’t give me any argument about coming to the Bellagio for the night and letting me pay.
That’s progress.
Her head falls back and my chin drops to rest on her shoulder. “You know, I think feathers and silk are overrated. I’m perfectly fine just fucking you up against this window right now.”
Many women would laugh, blush, and coyly banter with me.
But not Cat.
Taking one of my hands, she drags it across her stomach and pushes it down in between her legs. She chose to wear a pair of camel-colored pants with wide legs and matching heels to our scouting mission at her house. Her ivory-colored blouse and pearls made her look every inch the rich wife, and she quipped that if she were going to get arrested, she was going to look damn good doing it.
I agreed. She looked damn good, but now I’m bemoaning the fact she’s not wearing her simple floral skirt she had on yesterday for the ride. It would make things so much easier.
Still, I remain undaunted and because her hand insistently pushes mine right to where she wants me, I reward her with a hard press of my palm against the bottom of her zipper. I estimate her clit is right about there and I know I’m on the money when she moans and tilts her hips into me.
“How about we get these pants off you?” I ask her, but I don’t wait for permission. Instead, I bring both hands to her button, where I easily open it and pull the zipper down. I push the material, making sure to grab her panties with my fingers on the way down and squat right alongside. Pulling past the smooth, silky skin of her thighs until it’s pooled around her feet, which are still encased in four-inch heels.
“How far can you spread your legs?” I ask her.
She turns her head over her shoulder, eyes at half mast, and tries to kick one leg out, but the constraint from her pants doesn’t give. My eyes slide to her bare ass and just a peek of her * below, and I know that’s not enough for what I want to do.
“Lift your leg,” I tell her, tapping her left calf. She lifts that one up, so I can pull the material of her pants and underwear free. Before setting her foot back to the ground, I kiss the inside of her thigh.
I don’t worry about the other leg, because now she’s free enough to spread wide. Cat doesn’t even wait for my command but pushes her left leg out about a foot. Now her * opens up to me. I surge upward, bringing my hands to her ass and peeling her cheeks apart so I can have better access. Tilting my head back, I bring my mouth to her and slide my tongue in as deep as it will reach.
“Oh, God… Rand,” Cat moans.
She’s wet and tastes amazing. My tongue is drenched with her need, and while my thoughts were to get her off with my mouth, my cock is so painfully hard that I want to give it relief. So I pull my mouth free of her and stand up, my hands working at my belt, button, and zipper. Cat’s ready for me as she bends forward, placing her hands against the window glass and tilting her ass outward.
“That’s a good girl,” I murmur as I pull my cock out.
Step right up to her.
Dip my legs.
Slide my way home.
“Mmmmmm,” I groan through tightly closed lips and gritted teeth. Because fuck, that feels good.
She responds with a low moan of her own, rotating her hips… trying to draw me in deeper, but that’s impossible. I’m rooted.
“Hard or slow fucking?” I ask her because I want Cat to start realizing she has choices. I might take control most times and lead the way, but I want her to know she has the right to choose otherwise.
The right to ask for something she wants.
“Slow,” she whispers, and I have to smile. Usually when we go at it, it’s as if we’re in overdrive, both racing as fast as we can to the climax because we know we can do it all over again. But yeah, she’s right. I think, for right now, we go slowly. We have all day and night, as we’re not leaving until tomorrow morning to head back to Jackson.
So I fuck her very slow and while at times it’s almost torturous to hold back on blowing, in the end, it’s a fucking stellar orgasm that actually drops both of us to our knees when we come together.
Chapter 14
Cat