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and hard, don’t you?” His tongue moved closer to her mound. “Slow and easy drives you crazy, doesn’t it?”
    “Yes, you bastard.” Catie clenched her teeth and arched her back up off the chair. “Dammit. Now lick my clit.”
    Jarrod chuckled, the feel of his warm breath against her skin almost enough to send her over the pinnacle. “I do love a shaved pussy.” He ran his tongue up her slit and she cried out from the feel of it. “And you have a gorgeous pussy.”
    Catie was about to yell at him again when he pressed his mouth tight to her drenched folds. He plunged his finger inside her, thrusting it in and out of her as he licked and sucked on her clit. She fought against his hold on her wrists, wanting to clench her hands in his hair, but at the same time totally turned-on by being held prisoner to his will.
    Her climax hit her so hard that she shrieked and clamped her knees tight around his head. “Stop,” she begged as aftershock upon aftershock wracked her body. “I can’t take anymore.”
    But Jarrod continued to lick her clit until she reached climax again. And then again.
     

Chapter Four
    Catie was still recovering from that third orgasm when Jarrod released her wrists, scooped her up, and stood. Her world spun and she gasped as she flung her arms around his neck and held on while he strode from the living room.
    “Where are you taking me?” she asked as she clung to him.
    “My room.” His stride was deliberate, his jaw set as he carried her through the large home.
    “’Bout time.” She caught glimpses of a large stainless-steel kitchen that would make a chef envious, as well as a kitchen nook with a bay window and a formal dining room. The house smelled warm and inviting, a spicy masculine scent that reminded her of Jarrod.
    His boots rang against the tile as he headed down a short hall and through double doors into a massive bedroom. Light from the hallway poured through the doors, illuminating the rough-hewn wooden furniture and a king-sized bed smack dab in the middle of the room.
    One-handed, he flipped on the lamp on the nightstand beside the bed, and the room filled with a soft amber glow. He set her on the comforter and tugged off her skirt and top before she had a chance to even think straight.
    Catie had never thought of herself as beautiful, not like her friend Dee. As far as Catie was concerned, she was too thin with not enough curves, as well as being small-chested. But right now, with the way Jarrod just stood there and looked at her with hunger, desire and admiration in his green eyes, she felt absolutely gorgeous.
    She eased off the comforter to stand on the small rug at his bedside as he toed off his boots and yanked off his socks. “Let me undress you,” she said.
    But when she reached for his shirt, he caught her wrists. “I don’t know if I can wait that long.”
    “Fair’s fair.” Catie gave him a saucy smile, but inside she was a quivering mass of lust. Every cell in her body screamed with need for this man. Need to have his naked form against hers, need to taste his skin and his come, and need to see if he fit as perfectly inside as he did outside.
    Jarrod released her, but a muscle in his cheek twitched and she could tell he was barely able to rein himself in. He clenched and unclenched his fists. “You’d better hurry, woman.”
    With a soft laugh, Catie grabbed the bottom of his shirt, brought it up to his chest, and he helped her pull it over his head. The action mussed his thick sable hair, giving him an untamed and dangerous look.
    “Mmmm.” She ran her palms over his muscled chest, enjoying the feel of him. “Now keep your hands to yourself while I get my turn at you.” Breathing deeply of his scent, she leaned forward and flicked her tongue against his nipple, and delighted in the way he sucked in his breath. His biceps flexed as he fought for control.
    His salty taste rolled over her tongue as she licked a path from one nipple, through the light