Page 149 of Caterina
My fantasy.
“You are my client,” I say, but even I barely believe myself this time.
"Protect me, Adrian," she says.
She leans in and kisses my throat.
My breath hitches.
Her lips are soft and warm.
I curl them into fists at my sides to keep from touching her.
She kisses her way up my jaw to the corner of my mouth.
"Put your hands on me," she murmurs. "Before I die of this."
I’m losing.
I have already lost.
I give in.
My hands come to her waist, carefully at first. Her skin is so smooth, so warm. The feel of her is like coming home after a long war.
On a soft groan, my fingers tighten, pulling her closer. She gasps as our bodies press together, her softness against my hardness.
Her hands slide up my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles. I wince as her thumb brushes near the dressing. Her touch instantly gentles, her fingers skirting the edges, learning.
Her body is so soft. So warm. So real.
My head drops to her shoulder.
My breathing is ragged.
Her arms come around my neck, holding me tight.
My body screams at me. Mine. Mine. Mine.
My head screams at me.
Mistake. Mistake. Mistake.
My body is winning.
She pulls back just enough to look at me. Her eyes are dark, her lips are swollen.
I need her.
I need to be inside her.
It is the most dangerous thought I have ever had.
My hands slide up her back, splaying across her shoulder blades.
She shivers, pressing closer.
My hands go into her hair.
