Wildcat by Cheyenne McCray Page A

realized that she was a football fan. How much more of a perfect woman could he have asked for?
    He just hoped to god that Catie wasn’t going to hate him if he ended up having to arrest her brother.
     
    When a decadent chocolate mousse was served for dessert, Catie found her opportunity. Or rather, she made it.
    “Ow,” she said, just loud enough to be heard over the appreciative murmurs around the table. “Something’s in my eye.”
    “Can I do something for you?” Montaño asked as Catie held her hand over her eye.
    “Just point me to the bathroom, and I’ll take care of it.” She started to push back her chair, but Jarrod was already standing and pulling it out for her.
    “Do you mind helping me?” she asked him, keeping the one eye squeezed shut.
    “Of course.” His expression was concerned, yet the flare in his green eyes told her he knew she was up to something. Jarrod pressed his hand to the small of her back as he guided her across the massive house and into the opulent rose-scented bathroom.
    The moment they were inside, she locked the door and wrapped her arms around his neck and grinned. “We had a bargain, lawman.”
    He groaned, but his big hands gripped her hips, the heat burning through her thin dress like a pair of branding irons. “You’re such a little shit.”
    “Enough talk.” Her hands moved to his belt, and a small thrill charged through her at the feel of his already huge cock beneath his dress slacks. She was so wet and turned-on she couldn’t wait to get him inside her. “Just fuck me, big guy.”
    Jarrod yanked up her dress and rubbed her bare ass with his palms as she freed his length and pushed his slacks down around his hips. A sigh of sheer lust escaped her as she slid her fingers up and down his rigid cock.
    He grasped her ass and raised her up onto the marble countertop, and she jerked her attention to his face. His eyes burned a deep, passionate jade as he pushed her thighs apart and pressed himself against her pussy.
    “Damn, you drive me crazy, woman.” He brushed the head of his cock against the swollen lips of her pussy. He stroked her clit with the purple head of his rod, and then eased it down to her dripping wet core. “What I’d do for you.”
    “Then fuck me already.” Catie moaned and braced her hands on the countertop, the marble cold and erotic beneath her bare ass.
    In one smooth motion, Jarrod drilled his cock into her pussy. She gasped at the incredible sensation of having him fill her again. Damn but she’d missed him inside her this week.
    “Oh, God, that feels good. So, so good.” She watched his cock moving in and out of her pussy. “More. I need more .”
    He grasped his hands beneath her knees, drawing her up and widening her to take more of him. Harder and harder he thrust inside her, his balls slapping her ass, their breathing coming in harsh gasps.
    “Yes, that’s it.” She wished she could get her hands on his hard muscled body. Wished she could rake her nails down his back as he fucked her.
    “I’m going to come, honey.” His voice was low and hoarse. “Come with me.”
    “I’m ready.” Catie’s breathing was labored as she felt her muscles begin to clench. “Now, Jarrod. Now.”
    Just as she felt a scream rise in her throat, Jarrod placed his mouth over hers. His kiss was strong and fierce, swallowing her cries and feeding her his own as their bodies jerked and throbbed against one another. For a moment they remained in that intimate embrace, the smell of his come mingling with the scent of her own juices.
    Jarrod’s eyes locked with hers, their chests rising and falling with equally labored breaths. And then he smiled, the look in his eyes purely male sexual satisfaction. Catie couldn’t help but return his smile.
    “Damn that was fun,” she said, and had the intense desire to giggle.
    He grinned and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Talk about an understatement.”
    When they both had caught their breath, they