Cat was incredible; there was no two ways about it. Feeling her writhe under his touch as she spiraled into orgasm was phenomenal. Her sweet soft body, so ripe for his d**k to slide into, made him want to lift her dress right there. But Nic knew that would be pushing her too far too fast.
He pulled his hands out from under her dress and coaxed her inside. He closed the glass door and turned to find her standing beside the bed, both hands gripping her dress close to her chest.
He stepped before her, cupped her face, and claimed her pretty mouth. Her soft lips drove him crazy. “Cat, take off my shirt,” he whispered over her mouth.
Her sight bolted to the window, then back at him. “Aren’t you going to close the drapes?”
He knew he pushed her, hard, against her super protective boundaries.
