Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 125121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
It was them who’d lose everything.
Cato had hold of me. Drawing me in, he fit my body to his like a puzzle piece—pressing his cheek against the curve of my throat. I knew for all that he was unpredictable, it would all stop here if I let it. Cato wouldn’t wake me from a peaceful sleep or do anything more than hold me through the night. The one thing I never doubted since I met Cato Dumont... is that I was safe with him.
Whatever happened next was up to me.
Just flip over and do something sexy. Slip my strap off my shoulder or slide my hand over his shirt. Plant a kiss on the guy who bites anyone who touches him without permission.
I bit hard on my lip, penning in my panting breaths. Dear Thor, what did I know about seduction? I had sex a grand total of one time. Stripping naked and demanding it didn’t go to plan the first time. What did that say about my one and only move?
Flipping over, I gazed in his eyes. Cato Dumont didn’t say much, because he said everything with his eyes. Pine-green pools tempted me, drawing me closer still. I leaned in and noses bumped.
The breath from our lips mingled—minty sweet from toothpaste. Shaking, I held on to those steady orbs. In them was all I needed to do. All I needed to say...
“I’m yours.”
Cato closed the distance, sealing his lips on mine. My cry swallowed in his hunger, then the rest of me went with it. Why should I have ideas of what kissing Cato Dumont was like? I didn’t have ideas. I had fantasies of my snapping, snarling protector kissing me as gently as he held me through the night. He was soft and warm and everything people didn’t know him to be.
But why should Cato fit my predictions any more than he did anyone else’s?
He kissed me wild and reckless—devouring my moans like they were the last sustenance on earth.
Explosions burst in my mind, a million million fireworks going off at the same time—leaving me stunned and hypnotized. I could barely respond as his tongue battled mine. Clashing, sparking, boiling like fever.
Cato flipped me on my back, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Hmmpf!” I cried when he rose up on his knees, taking me with him.
He broke away. Both our chests heaved—rolling and bumping each other as his fists gripped the hem of my wonderfully sexy satin top.
“Mine,” he growled.
I nodded so hard I knocked the last trace of breath out of me. “Yours.”
Cato tore my shirt over my head, flinging it over his shoulder. Our hands fumbled and bumped into each other, ripping our clothes off. He yanked my bra down with his teeth. I scratched his thigh and tore his boxers yanking them down.
The clock hadn’t passed the minute mark before we were both naked and ravishing each other, taking up where we left off on the couch.
The world spun and I was flat on my back. Cato nipped and growled a trail down my neck and between my breasts. Excitement built the further he went.
This is happening. My goodness, this is happening.
My legs flew up and landed on his shoulders. Grasping my chin, Cato tipped my neck and pinned me to the bed with a gaze of such heat, pinpricks of sweat beaded my skin.
“Watch.”
My eyes widened realizing what he wanted me to do. What was with these guys and taking me from virgin beginner to expert seductive minx? What part of my red face and running away when he claimed me on the couch earlier, gave the impression I was ready to watch a guy go down on me?
I lowered my lids a little, blurring his handsome, perfect sight. A low, fierce growl spread through the room, making my pulse race. Why was that hot instead of threatening? When my Cato acted like a wild beast, everything in me ached to obey. Submit.
It made no sense, and all the sense in the world at the same time.
I opened my eyes as ordered, locking on to his. Without breaking contact, he lowered his head and swiped his tongue slow and languid past my slit.
I almost came on the spot.
He licked me slow at first, as if savoring me like a fine wine. I squirmed and moaned, wanting to look away but unable to even if I tried. Cato picked up the pace—his growl coming back as he nipped and bit my outer lips, punishing them for who knows what. They absolutely deserved and needed it all the same.
My moans filled the room—louder than I intended. I didn’t want the others to overhear. Especially Rafael. He may be cool with sharing me. Even sharing me with his brother, but that didn’t mean he should spend all night listening to his brother fuck me.