Wildcat by Cheyenne McCray Page B

cleaned up. Catie rubbed her eye to make it look red, like she’d really had something in her eye.
    Jarrod shook his head as he checked his own appearance in the mirror and then looked down like he was making sure there was no wet spot on his fly. “I can’t believe I just fucked you in the mayor’s house.”
    “A deal’s a deal,” she murmured as she reached up and kissed him.
     

Chapter Nine
    Catie woke the following morning with Jarrod’s arms wrapped tight around her, one hand cupping her breast. He had a leg hooked over hers, and his erect cock pressed tight to her backside. His face was buried in the crook of her neck, his warm breath brushing over her skin. It felt so good waking up with him…
    Wait. What the hell was she doing? Twice now she’d broken her no-spending-the-night rule. Twice with the same man, no less.
    When he’d asked her to spend the night after they’d left the mayor’s house, she caved plain as could be. Maybe she should have seen him during the week, ‘cause she would have gotten him a little more out of her system. As it was, she couldn’t seem to satisfy her craving for his taste, his smell, or the feel of him deep inside her.
    Yeah, that was it. The sex. When she’d had enough of him she’d break it off like she always did.
    A contented sigh eased through her as she allowed herself to relax in his arms. Her muscles felt the good ache of a long night of fucking, and the smell of their sex surrounded her, filling her senses.
    Jarrod stirred, his cock rubbing up against her ass, and her pussy grew wet with the desire to have him yet again. Her nipples beaded, and need curled through her belly. Damn, but she had to get through this quick before she fell in lo—
    No. Not going there. Ever. I’m not an idiot like either of my parents were.
    His lips and tongue began a moist trail down the curve of her neck. “Good morning, beautiful.”
    “Hi, Sheriff.” Catie shivered and closed her eyes, trying to fight off the deeper feelings of intimacy surging through her. Feelings that she didn’t believe in, that she couldn’t allow herself to acknowledge.
    “I think I like waking up with you in my arms,” Jarrod’s husky voice murmured, and she had to bite her tongue not to agree. He squeezed and flexed the sweetly tender flesh of her breast, and her nipple sprang to life beneath his touch.
    “Well, don’t get used to it,” Catie replied instead, but her voice wavered as her arousal grew.
    “Don’t count on that, honey.” He rubbed the inside of his thigh along her hip while rubbing his erection along her backside. A moan escaped and she arched into the hand fondling her breast while her ass pressed even harder against his cock.
    Before she had a chance to catch her breath, Jarrod rolled her over and slid between her thighs. He propped his arms to either side of her, his brown hair tousled and his morning beard making him appear dark and dangerous. He just looked down at her with sleepy morning arousal in his green eyes, and that sexy smile that took her breath away.
    And something more that she definitely did not want to see.
    Catie squirmed, wrapping her legs around his hips, and tried to reach for his cock. “Just fuck me already.”
    “Uh-uh.” In a quick movement he grabbed both her wrists and pinned them over her head. “Let’s take this slow and easy.”
    His mouth captured her protest and turned it into a moan that burned through her soul. His kiss was gentle but demanding, encouraging and insistent all at once.
    Catie couldn’t think any longer, she could only feel…his lips, soft yet firm against hers, the rough scrape of his stubble against her cheeks and her mouth, the taste and smell of him that flooded her senses.
    She whimpered, clamping her legs tighter around his hips, pressing his erection to her belly. But he ignored her body’s pleas, torturing her with the kiss, filling her mouth with his tongue and his taste.
    When he finally raised his head, she