"Stop it!" She tried to drag her hand away, but he held on tight. "You don't know what you're saying. It's just lust. You just want to sleep with me..."
"Every night," he concluded huskily. "You make me want to do better." He was drawing her inexorably towards him, hypnotizing her with his blue gaze. She could feel it, her resolve melting, dissipating. She had told herself, convinced herself that it was a fluke, that he had used his mojo on her to get her all fired up. She had been unable to sleep and when she did, she dreamed of him.
His kisses had scorched her lips and made her yearn for the first time in her life. Even while in church, she had been thinking about him.
And now, the scent of him was swamping her, pulling her in. She needed his lips on hers. Desperately.
He saw the struggle and before he bent his head to hers, he knew she wanted him. She might be fighting, but her body was tellinga different story. If physical touch was what it would take to get her to say yes, then he was going to use it ruthlessly. He knew how to. His lips teased and tormented her slowly at first. Then it became coaxing, his tongue easing into her mouth and capturing her tongue.
With a moan of surrender, Catherine capitulated. Sliding her hands up the silky softness of his black sweater, she wound them around his neck and kissed him back. The passion was unleashed immediately.
Dean felt his insides crumbling. The wall he had erected around his emotions shattered. It was mind-blowing, humbling. He cupped the back of her neck, long fingers massaging the flesh beneath the thick coils of her hair. Her mouth opened under his like a petal receiving the first rays of the sun. And he took what she was unwittingly offering. Her mouth was sweet and it felt like he was sipping honey.
Her breath, warm and arousing, brushed his skin. When her tongue touched his, he felt his whole body vibrating. Desire was a hot flame surging through him like an unleashed storm.
Subtle, so as not to scare her, he eased her onto his lap. She stiffened at first, the evidence of his arousal a reminder of what they were doing. But he used that second to plunder her mouth.
Catherine's mind emptied as her body filled with a heat so intense, she felt as if she was being burned alive from the inside. Her fingers darted into the lustrous hairs at the nape of his neck. Her body arched towards his as he took the kiss even deeper.
When he slowly lowered her to the cushions and half covered her body with his, she yielded. Need was pouring through at such an alarming rate, she could not make sense of it.
Feeling her complete surrender, Dean reached between them to lift the hem of her shirt slowly, searching for her skin. The warmth of flesh sent shudders racing throughout his body. Unhooking the bra, all the while kissing her into near oblivion, he cupped one small breast. Catherine stiffened, her body going rigid when he passed a thumb over her nipple. He lifted his head when she started to push him away.
"Don't!" he rasped sharply, eyes swirling with passion. "Don't deny us. Please. Darling, feel proud of the fact that I'm here losing control. That has never happened to me before."
"We can't..." she moaned, fingers clutching his shoulders and then his back as his lips trailed down her cheek. His hand was still cupping her breast, fingers tormenting her nipple.
"Please don't make me stop. I can't," he whispered, his voice like rough velvet.
Her body arched in response when he nibbled on her neck, his tongue tasting and teasing the hollow of her throat.
"You're so beautiful, so perfect." Tugging the shirt over her head, he dropped it to the floor and leaned away so he could look at her. "I want to sleep next to you every night, making love until we're both exhausted." He brushed aside the flimsy lace of her bra. Before she could protest, he was bending his head. She felt his breath on the rigid flesh before his tongue started the torment.
White-hot heat invaded her body and melted her insides. She clung to him, her fingers buried in the thick blonde hair as she held him to her. He used his teeth first and then his tongue, the tip of it swirling around the tight bud until she felt as if she was going to go mad.
Then he started suckling and it was all over. Her body arched as sensation after sensation hit her all at once. She cried out his name, her body surging towards his mouth. Wedging a hand between them, he shoved it in the loose waistband of her sweats and felt his body stiffening when he discovered bare flesh. She wasn't wearing panties.
He lifted his head then; face flushed with a passion that was threatening to take control. His hand cupped her sex, restless eyes roaming over her face and taking in her response. She was immobilized at first, the wave of desire so strong, she could not move. When he dipped a finger inside her, she woke up violently,the cloud of intense desire lifting as it drove home to her just what was about to happen.
Just what kind of liberties she was allowing for the first time in her life.
Fear and a strength she had no idea she possessed caused her to push him away. He didn't budge at first, his fingers working frantically inside her. Tamping down the acute need that was raging, she shoved at him again. When he moved just a fraction, she scrambled to her feet and grabbed the discarded blouse, dragging it over her head, her body trembling.
"I want you to leave. Now." She backed away when he rose unsteadily, his face still hard and taut with passion.
"No." He shook his head and stalked her, a determined look on his handsome face. She stopped when she felt the wall at her back. Holding out a hand as if to ward him off, she shook her head.
"Please don't." She whispered. The plea in her voice and the hunted look on her lovely face stopped him short. "I'm not having sex with you."
"Marry me," he said roughly. The desire to ignore her, warring with the urge to pull her into his arms, made him dizzy. He was not used to any of this. All of it, the emotions raging inside him, the intense need for her, were swamping him.
"We could get a special license tomorrow and get married." He closed the distance between them, hands reaching up to cup her face. "I will never force you into anything." He smiled whimsically. "You spoke about being good and I'm guessing that comes with a strong bout of honesty. If we're being honest with each other, we can safely say that we have strong feelings for each other."
"It's not enough!"
"It will grow. I'm not going to stop until you say yes. I'm going to hound you night and day and lay siege until you say yes."
"Why me?"