My hand glided to her waist, the process causing her blouse to rise, and her skin made contact with mine. For a minute, every ounce of control cracked.
Catherine succumbed to that one touch, thrusting her face forward to me until our noses brushed, her breath coming off silky and feverish.
"Say that to my face again. I dare you," I spoke darkly, and her chest rose laboriously.
My hand moved toward her thigh, hoisting so it hung on my waist, and the table creaked briefly as it shifted.
Catherine was tongue-tied, gawking at my lips like it was lunch for the day. So I gave her what her body cried for.
When my mouth connected with hers, I felt the goosebumps rise on her skin, followed by a deep moan that almost shredded me from the inside out.
I kissed her slowly, taking my time to suitably taste her, sucking on her bottom lip a few times before finishing up by lining my tongue on her teeth.
