Chapter 131 — My Turn, Hotshot

• ~ CATHERINE ~
• Cain lifts me by the waist and places me on the counter, our lips never parting. The leather of my pants scrapes the wooden edge, forcing my panties to rub hard against my already aching clit. A groan rips from my throat as I roll my hips, desperate for more friction. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, teasing, coaxing. He tastes like fire and storm, and his scent is intoxicating male, wild, and devastating.
• His lips drift from mine, grazing over my cheek, down the sharp line of my jaw, and along my throat. I whimper, gripping his arms and tilting my head back in surrender. His tongue skims over my skin, each pass fanning the flames surging through my body, stoking a deep, hollow ache that coils in my core.