The Casanova (The Miles High Club #3)(92)

I’ve always seen her across the room in the heat of an auction battle, but never once gotten to speak to her. She always disappears before I can find her. I’ve wanted her for so long. But it’s different now.

Kate.

My beautiful Kate is at home waiting for me and I am not going to fuck this up, so I drag my eyes from the ballerina and focus on the painting.

I can feel her looking at me.

“Holy fuck, look who’s here,” Christopher whispers. “It’s her.”

I swallow the lump in my throat and try not to look.

“Oh my God, she’s fucking perfect,” he whispers.

My eyes flick up to her, and he’s right, she is perfect.

I clench my jaw and drag my eyes away again.

“What are you doing, get the fuck over there,” he whispers. “This is your chance, she’s not running tonight.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not interested.”

“What?” He frowns. “Since when?”

“Shut the fuck up,” I whisper angrily as I pinch the bridge of my nose.

Why now, of all the times in the world she could want to talk to me . . . it has to be now, doesn’t it?

“What’s wrong with you?” frowns Christopher. “You’ve wanted her for years. Go fucking get her.”

“Shut. Up.”

I don’t need this shit.

The auctioneer walks into the room and I am momentarily distracted. I look back over to the ballerina and she’s gone. This time, instead of disappointment, I’m relieved.

Good . . . fuck off back to wherever you came from, I don’t need temptation. Even if it is from someone that I’ve wanted for a long time.

I think of my girl at home and my heart swells.

I’m with Kate.





KATE

My phone buzzing on the bedside table wakes me and I scramble to answer it. “Hello.”

“I’m out the front,” Elliot’s deep voice says.

“I thought I wasn’t seeing you tonight.”

“You thought wrong, open the door.”

I make my way downstairs and open the door and there he stands. Sexy suit, gorgeous smile, and enough charisma to light up space. He takes me into his arms and kisses me. “Hi there.”

“What happened to seeing me tomorrow?” I ask.

“One night without you was bad, two nights is intolerable.”

I smile against his lips and take his hand and lead him up the stairs. If the truth be told, I missed him too.

I get back into bed and he sits on the side and stares down at me with a soft smile.

He’s different.

“What?”

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asks softly.

I smile. “We’re not having sex tonight, just so you know.”

He chuckles as he leans in to kiss me, and his lips take mine with such tenderness that I feel all my defenses fly out of the window.

He kisses me deep and slow and oh . . . maybe we should fight more often. “I’m going to take a quick shower, sweetheart.”

“Okay.”

He kisses me again as he holds my face and I nearly lift out of the bed.

He’s just so . . .

He has a shower and ten minutes later he walks out in a white towel, his perfect body on display in the moonlit room. He drops his towel and I swallow the lump in my throat. No matter how many times I see him naked, it always floors me to see how gorgeous he is.

He pulls back the covers and climbs in beside me. He lies up on his elbow and kisses me, long and slow and oh God . . .

His big, powerful body is snug up against mine, his teeth graze my neck and his hard length rubs up against my panties in just the right spot.

For a long time, we kiss in the darkness, as if we have all the time in the world, and something about him making the boyfriend commitment has amped up my arousal tenfold.

His large body rolls over mine and I pant as he writhes between my legs, grinding me into the mattress. My hands roam all over his muscular back as he stares down at me.

He’s hot, hard, and ready to fuck.

And good God, I come just from the way he’s looking at me.

His breath quivers on the inhale and I know he’s close to the edge of control. I wrap my legs around his thick body and he pushes forward, his hard dick running over my clitoris, adding more heat to the already burning inferno.

“I need you.” He breathes against my neck; his hands knead my breasts with force.

He pushes forward, his cock coming dangerously close to breaking through the material of my panties.

“Elliot.”

“Fuck. Kathryn,” he whispers as if in pain. “You want me to beg? I’ll fucking beg.”

I stare up at him.

“I need it,” he moans as his lips take mine. “Please.” His eyes close as we kiss and I know he’s right here with me.

I need this intimacy too.

We stare at each other and, without a further word, he takes my panties off and he slides in deep.

Our eyes are locked in the darkness, his body deep inside of mine. His eyes flutter shut as he loses control; he tenderly moves inside of me, with care, so much tenderness and sheer adoration . . . I slip into the abyss.