Page 81 of The Catch

A corner of my lip curls. "I'm taking my chance now, Amelia."

If this won't last, I'll make the best out of this wild offer I put at her feet. I'll leave her with memories, so she carries this time together with her just like I will.

It's as much pride as I'll allow myself.

"Tell me how you want me." I grab the edges of my shirt and slide it off my arms. "You're in control."

"I thought I told you not to move."

I freeze. My shirt hangs from my wrists, trapping me.

"That's better." She grabs me by my chain and pulls me. "Kiss me."

The hammering in my chest continues, but I don't move. I don't touch her, except for our lips and tongues in a languid, exploring kiss. Her thumb makes circles on my pulse, as her free hand makes a path down my chest and around my waist.

A chill runs down my spine. She digs her nails softly into my skin.

"You have goosebumps." Her voice is quiet, barely more than a breath.

The hand at my neck travels down. She teases my tight nipple with a nail.

I moan. "I want to touch you."

"Not yet."

"Is this how you test me? I'll be so good."

"You said I can do anything?"

"Anything."

"I can focus on me? What I want? Be who I am, and being that in bed too?"

"Yes. A thousand times. Yes."

With a little smile curling her lips, she undoes my belt buckle.

"Fuck," I mutter.

"I've seen you in your underwear," she muses. "I've seen you wet out of the pool."

She lets my pants fall to my ankles. My cock strains against my boxers. My heart beats faster than when I'm running for a touchdown.

The silk of my shirt turns to handcuffs on my wrists. I keep still as she runs her hands down my torso again, studying my body, killing me softly. Her eyes follow the path of her fingers, as they caress the ridges and valleys down.

Without hesitation, she runs a single finger leisurely up the length of my erection.

I make a deep sound.

"That day at the pool," she says, "I thought you might be hard. The way this looks right now? You weren't fully hard then."

"I think…" My voice is gravelly. I clear my throat, but it doesn't help. "I think that's a compliment."

Her fingernail makes a path on the head of my cock and I whimper.

"Do you like praise, Saint?"

"I'll earn it." I gulp. "Please. Let me earn it."