Cut Throat. Шарон Сала

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      Cat’s eyes narrowed sharply. “Damn it, Wilson, don’t play word games about—”

      He put a finger on her lips. “I make love to you, Catherine.”

      She slapped his hand away. “While I, on the other hand, have sex.”

      “Semantics,” he muttered, then fisted his hand in her hair and pulled gently, tilting her lips to his mouth.

      She felt his anger as she slid her arms around his neck; then the kiss deepened, and his anger morphed into lust. That, she could follow.

      A low moan slipped up her throat, but when it emerged, it sounded more like a growl.

      “Damn you,” Wilson whispered, and cupped her backside. “Grab hold, or I swear to God that the sex you have with me is going to happen right where we’re standing, with your pants down around your ankles.”

      Cat jumped, wrapped her legs around his waist and slammed her mouth against his. She moaned again, but this time because she tasted blood—her own.

      Wilson pivoted with her held tight in his arms and strode down the hallway to her bedroom.

      “You make me crazy,” he muttered, as he dropped her flat on her bed.

      “Shut up and take off your clothes,” Cat said, as she sat up and began undressing.

      Wilson’s eyes narrowed angrily. First she didn’t want him here, and now he wasn’t getting to her fast enough? If he had a functioning brain, he would turn around and leave her naked and wanting. But the thought left his mind as she sat up, pulled her sweater up over her head and tossed it on the floor.

      He grunted. To hell with pride and dignity.

      Within seconds, his clothes were in a pile on the floor and he was standing at the side of the bed.

      Cat rolled over onto her hands and knees and crawled over to him, then rose up and wrapped her arms around his neck.

      Wilson tunneled his fingers through her hair, then put his arms around her.

      “Witch,” he said roughly.

      Cat sighed. She loved the feel of him—the hard muscles beneath smooth, warm skin—and she loved the way he made her feel. But she wasn’t going to admit—ever—that she loved the man himself. She locked her fingers around the back of his neck and pulled until she fell backward, pinned to the mattress beneath the weight of his body. At that point she wrapped her legs around his waist again, and this time, she held on.

      “So I’m a witch now?”

      “Hell, yes,” Wilson said, as he stared down at her, ever conscious of what awaited him in her bed.

      “Then…hocus-pocus, Wilson. Time to disappear.”

      He grabbed both her wrists, pinned her arms above her head, then thrust into her without warning, taking satisfaction in the shock, then desire, he saw on her face.

      “No more you. No more me. Just us. How’s that for a little magic?”

      “Doesn’t feel so little to me,” Cat murmured, and rocked upward.

      Wilson gritted his teeth and stifled a groan, then gave back as good as he got. He drove into her without tact or finesse, and took her to a climax so hard and fast that she choked on a scream.

      Cat felt as if every bone in her body had just crumbled to dust. She had never—never in her life—been satisfied so completely in such a hit-and-run fashion.

      “Oh, man…oh, Wilson…that was…that was…”

      “That was for you,” Wilson said. “That was sex.”

      He cupped her face with both hands, lowered his head and brushed his lips across her mouth.

      Cat inhaled softly.

      He swept his lips down the side of her neck, then kissed the valley between her breasts before circling her nipple with the tip of his tongue.

      Still reeling from the aftershocks of her climax, Cat was shaken by the sudden urgency she felt to have more.

      “Wilson…I—”

      “Shh,” he said, and then lifted his head and stared down into her eyes. “You wanted sex. I gave it to you. Now this time is for me. This is what it means to make love.”

      Before she could answer, he covered her mouth again, stealing the breath from her body and the good sense from her soul. She would have panicked over what he’d just told her, but he left her no time to think—only feel.

      He didn’t leave an inch of her skin untouched as he moved across her body with his hands and his lips. Twice Cat tried to take control of the situation by urging him to take her, and twice he refused with a soft whisper, then a sigh.

      “Uh-uh,” he said, and slid his hands beneath her hips and lowered his head.

      When he began circling her navel with his tongue, her heart rate accelerated. But when she felt the tip of his tongue sliding down her belly to the juncture of her thighs, she moaned. This was an intimacy involving trust—something she had never had with a sexual partner, something she had never allowed.

      Even though she refused to admit there was more between them than a mutual appreciation for sex, she did know he wouldn’t hurt her.

      Her muscles began to quiver as the pressure began to build.

      “Oh…oh, God, Wilson…”

      Wilson had intended this as a means of showing Cat the difference between lust and intimacy, but the urgency in her voice and the way her body was trembling was like a drug he couldn’t quit.

      Suddenly he felt the muscles in her body winding up, tightening and tightening toward the inevitable climax. It was the sign he’d been waiting for. He rose up, then slid over and into her body.

      The sensation was shattering, and it was only beginning. He took her slowly, burying himself deep, then pausing to savor the sensation. Then Cat moaned, and the sound pushed him over the edge. He rode the feeling as long as he could, and when the orgasm hit, he went with her, coming undone in her arms. When it was over, he lay spent and shaking, unable to move.

      A short while later, he glanced over at the windows. Raindrops glittered on the outside of the glass, but it appeared that the storm was over.

      Cat moved.

      He thought he heard a soft sigh, but then she rolled off him and got out of bed.

      “Do you want some coffee before you go?”

      His eyes narrowed. His nostrils flared. He sat up and then swung his legs over the side of the bed, staring at her in disbelief.

      “Before I go?”

      Cat glanced at him, then looked away, well aware of how this sounded, but it was his own damn fault. He was pushing СКАЧАТЬ