What else can I possibly give? I clutch at his shirt, never wanting to let go. “I don’t understand.”
“You will.” He kisses me, long and deep, and I can taste myself all over him. He releases my mouth. “And when you do, I’ll ruin you.”
I close my eyes. “I don’t feel satisfied.”
“Good. I don’t want you to.”
“Why not?”
“Because good little girls never are.” His fingers twitch inside me.
I blink up at him. “That was depraved.”
“Catarina, we’re just getting started.”
15
Cat
I’m composed.
Sitting at my desk, working diligently.
Not thinking about Caden.
Or last night.
Or the things he did to me in that car.
Nope, I’m not thinking about any of those things.
Not even a little bit.
An image of my wanton behavior flashes vivid and bright, my desperate greediness filling my brain. My stomach dips, and I go hot all over.
I fan my face, attempting to cool myself down.
’Cause I’m not thinking about that.
I’m working.
“Hey.”
I about jump out of my chair and my head shoots up to see Gwen standing in the doorway.
“Oh, hi.” I wave and knock over an empty coffee mug. It clatters to the floor, rolling across the wood before tittering to a stop. I bolt out of my chair and snag it before sitting back down and plastering a bright smile to my face. “What’s up?”
Gwen raises a brow and gets that expression on her face—all sly. “Looks like the real question is, what’s up with you?”
“Me?” I place a hand to my heart. “Nothing. I’m working. Do you need something?”
Gwen stares at me, silent.
And of course, Caden walks up behind her.
My skin flushes about ten shades of red, and I go on the defensive by yelling, “What? What do you want?”
Like Gwen’s, his brows rise, and he smirks. “I’m surprised you woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”