territory.
Dante’s voice in her ear as his lips kissed her jaw softly broke her thoughts. “Thank you for playing along earlier. And for this, I suppose.”
Cat nodded in response, but she needed to get away from him. To think, maybe breathe. She wasn’t sure. Even if every inch of her body was screaming for her to stay, she couldn’t . Making an attachment with this man, even a physical one, would be bad for them both.
It would only hurt him.
Somehow, Dante seemed to sense her inner war. He stepped away from her, spinning her around so she could face him. His dark eyebrow lifted, waiting for her to speak or explain why she had gone so rigid in his arms. Or, that’s what Cat suspected he was thinking.
“I should go,” Cat said quietly, her words disappearing into the loud music. “I have—”
“Don’t make excuses,” Dante interrupted firmly. “I get it. We made an agreement, so let’s keep it. I’ll see you at church on Sunday, Catrina.”
Cat was thankful for his bluntness once again.
“Sunday.”
It didn’t take Cat long at all to find her way out of the club. The fresh, cold air of the parking lot seared into her lungs. Quickly, she found her car, got inside and slumped against the driver’s seat the moment the door closed and offered her privacy.
Being alone did nothing to calm the raging storm in her body. The ache was still present; the want crashed in her chest along with her racing heart. Pressing her thighs together, she willed away the urge to feel something there to subdue the throbbing. It didn’t help. Her sex was clenching, needing pressure as her clit pulsed.
Before Cat understood what she was doing, her own hand was between her legs, dipping under the white lace thong she wore to find the relief she craved. The moment the tips of her fingers came in contact with her sensitive folds, Cat jerked in the seat, air rushing out of her lungs painfully hard.
She slipped her fingers lower, spreading the lips of her sex to find her slit soaked with her silky fluids. With the heel of her palm pressing roughly to her clit, Cat plunged two fingers into her pussy. The walls of her sex hugged her digits, more proof of her want taunting her. It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough, but the fast beat of her fingers fucking her own pussy offered a little relief to let her breathe again.
The peak didn’t come, not like she wanted it to. Certainly not as fast as she needed it to. Adding a third finger didn’t help. Curling her digits to stimulate her G-spot only caused her wetness to gush, but it didn’t throw her over the edge of the orgasm clawing around her senses.
Cat whined, slamming her back into the seat, desperately craving release to make her need disappear. Her one hand pushed against the steering wheel for support she didn’t even need. Loud, echoing cries shredded their way past her trembling lips. Christ, she was so fucking close. So close. It was only when she thought of Dante’s mouth on hers, imagined it was his fingers stroking inside her sex that her mind and nerves finally succumbed to the inevitable bliss.
Minutes passed as Cat calmed, withdrawing her shaking hand from between her legs and fixing her dress. She wasn’t sure how long she sat like that, but she wasn’t all too worried about anyone seeing her slip in control considering the windows on her new car—a gift from her husband-to-be—were tinted so dark they were illegal.
A two knuckle rap on the passenger window made Cat jump, a shriek of surprise catching in her throat. Turning the car on, she rolled down the window. Gaetano’s familiar form came into view as he rested his arms across the window and leaned in the car.
Without a doubt, Cat knew the man could smell the scent of her arousal still floating in the car, but he didn’t say a thing. Gaetano wouldn’t—not being who he was. The man didn’t judge and Cat adored him for it.
“Pao and I are going to catch that flight tomorrow morning to get
Dante’s voice in her ear as his lips kissed her jaw softly broke her thoughts. “Thank you for playing along earlier. And for this, I suppose.”
Cat nodded in response, but she needed to get away from him. To think, maybe breathe. She wasn’t sure. Even if every inch of her body was screaming for her to stay, she couldn’t . Making an attachment with this man, even a physical one, would be bad for them both.
It would only hurt him.
Somehow, Dante seemed to sense her inner war. He stepped away from her, spinning her around so she could face him. His dark eyebrow lifted, waiting for her to speak or explain why she had gone so rigid in his arms. Or, that’s what Cat suspected he was thinking.
“I should go,” Cat said quietly, her words disappearing into the loud music. “I have—”
“Don’t make excuses,” Dante interrupted firmly. “I get it. We made an agreement, so let’s keep it. I’ll see you at church on Sunday, Catrina.”
Cat was thankful for his bluntness once again.
“Sunday.”
It didn’t take Cat long at all to find her way out of the club. The fresh, cold air of the parking lot seared into her lungs. Quickly, she found her car, got inside and slumped against the driver’s seat the moment the door closed and offered her privacy.
Being alone did nothing to calm the raging storm in her body. The ache was still present; the want crashed in her chest along with her racing heart. Pressing her thighs together, she willed away the urge to feel something there to subdue the throbbing. It didn’t help. Her sex was clenching, needing pressure as her clit pulsed.
Before Cat understood what she was doing, her own hand was between her legs, dipping under the white lace thong she wore to find the relief she craved. The moment the tips of her fingers came in contact with her sensitive folds, Cat jerked in the seat, air rushing out of her lungs painfully hard.
She slipped her fingers lower, spreading the lips of her sex to find her slit soaked with her silky fluids. With the heel of her palm pressing roughly to her clit, Cat plunged two fingers into her pussy. The walls of her sex hugged her digits, more proof of her want taunting her. It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough, but the fast beat of her fingers fucking her own pussy offered a little relief to let her breathe again.
The peak didn’t come, not like she wanted it to. Certainly not as fast as she needed it to. Adding a third finger didn’t help. Curling her digits to stimulate her G-spot only caused her wetness to gush, but it didn’t throw her over the edge of the orgasm clawing around her senses.
Cat whined, slamming her back into the seat, desperately craving release to make her need disappear. Her one hand pushed against the steering wheel for support she didn’t even need. Loud, echoing cries shredded their way past her trembling lips. Christ, she was so fucking close. So close. It was only when she thought of Dante’s mouth on hers, imagined it was his fingers stroking inside her sex that her mind and nerves finally succumbed to the inevitable bliss.
Minutes passed as Cat calmed, withdrawing her shaking hand from between her legs and fixing her dress. She wasn’t sure how long she sat like that, but she wasn’t all too worried about anyone seeing her slip in control considering the windows on her new car—a gift from her husband-to-be—were tinted so dark they were illegal.
A two knuckle rap on the passenger window made Cat jump, a shriek of surprise catching in her throat. Turning the car on, she rolled down the window. Gaetano’s familiar form came into view as he rested his arms across the window and leaned in the car.
Without a doubt, Cat knew the man could smell the scent of her arousal still floating in the car, but he didn’t say a thing. Gaetano wouldn’t—not being who he was. The man didn’t judge and Cat adored him for it.
“Pao and I are going to catch that flight tomorrow morning to get
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