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She shivers.

“Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she whispers, and the words send a jolt of possessiveness through me.

I pin her against the hallway wall, claiming her mouth again, rougher this time, tasting her gasp on my tongue. My hand slips under the waistband of her jodhpurs, my fingertips skimming over bare skin until I find her—hot and slick, ready for me.

She trembles, arching into my touch, and I press my mouth to her neck, letting my teeth skim the delicate skin as I breathe in her sweet, floral scent. She lets out a breathy moan when I slide two fingers inside her, her nails digging into my shoulders with delicious urgency.

“Tell me what you want, Cat.”

She doesn’t hesitate for long. “You. All of you.”

I remove my fingers and scoop her up in my arms—bridal style because there’s no other way to do this, not tonight—then carry her upstairs to my bedroom.

She takes in the simple decor, her eyes roving over the paperbacks on my shelves before finally landing on the large bed with its oak frame. I lay her gently on it then switch on the bedside lamp, a warm glow spilling across the room. I take her in—Cat, on my bed, cheeks tinged pink, auburn hair spread across my pillow, hazel eyes gazing up at me.

“You’re beautiful.”

I lie down beside her, intent on drawing this out and savouring every second, but Cat’s always full of surprises. Quick as a flash, she swings a leg over and straddles me, her warmth sinking into me, even through my jeans. Her hands make quick work of her top, tugging it over her head while I just lie and watch, mesmerised—starving for her, utterly under her spell. She shoots me a devilish grin, unhooks her bra, then tosses it aside.

At the sight of her full pert breasts, whatever remaining control I have dissolves. I shuffle back until I’m slouched against the headboard, pulling her with me so her gorgeous tits are right in front of my eyes.

“Bloody hell, Catriona, you’re gorgeous.” I let my fingers roam over the trail of freckles dusted across her skin, then I press a kiss to each one, feeling her shiver against my lips.

I cradle her breasts—just the right fit for my hands—and she bows towards me with a shaky moan that sparks fire in my veins. I draw one tight nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it while her hands tangle in my hair.

Her hips roll against my erection as I lick and tease her with my tongue. Every little sound she makes has me aching for more—her groans, the way she breathes out “Robbie” like it’s a prayer, the heat and need burning between us. Right now, nothing else matters but her.

Cat’s hips pick up speed, grinding against me with greedy intent. It’s a work of art, seeing her move like that, still wearing those caramel-coloured jodhpurs that cling to her as if they were made just for her.

I grip her arse, giving it a firm squeeze that draws a gasp from her lips. “Cat, are you trying to get yourself off on me?”

She nods, biting down sexily on her lower lip.

“Let me help you with that.” My voice is low, rough—I can barely keep it together. In one smooth motion, I flip us over, pinning her beneath me.

I take my time easing those jodhpurs down—slowly, deliberately, because she’s the sort of woman who should be unwrapped like a gift. She arches her hips, making it easy for me to slide them off, along with her knickers, baring all that glorious skin.

For several heartbeats, all I can do is look at her—drinking in her lean legs and delicious curves. And then I’m leaning over her and whispering into her ear, “I’m going to make you come on my tongue.”

She swallows audibly, then I get to work, trailing kisses down her neck, over those gorgeous breasts, across her belly, marking every inch with my lips. When I reach her thighs, she opens them for me.

“Good girl,” I murmur, my thumbs parting her folds so I can look at her: glistening, swollen, pink. Fucking perfect.

I lower my head, and Cat lets out this desperate, breathless little moan. My nose nudges her most sensitive spot as my tongue explores, savouring her unique scent and taste.

“Robbie!” she whimpers.

I lap and tease until her whole body trembles with the telltale signs of an orgasm brewing. To heighten things for her, I seal my lips around her clit and give a purposeful hungry suck. That’s all it takes. She shatters, calling out my name, her thighs squeezing my head as I feast on every gorgeous sound she makes.

The salty-sweet tang of her climax sends a fresh rush of heat to my cock. It’s straining against the rough denim of my jeans, the piercing pressing almost torturously against the fabric.

When the last tremors of her orgasm subside, Cat goes boneless, her legs floppy. I press a slow, lingering kiss to her pussy then glance up. One arm drapes across her face, her chest lifting and falling, those gorgeous pink nipples stiff and begging for my mouth all over again.

“How was that?”

She peels her arm away, blinking at me like she’s still floating somewhere above the bed. A lazy smile tugs at her lips. “It was . . . unbelievable.”