Castle follows her feisty friend like an obedient, love-sick puppy and allows her to lead him to a closed door which Lanie opens zealously. Rick pauses and glances her way, looking like a smug, I'm-about-to-get-lucky-tonight Casanova. His torrid blue gaze never leaves hers as he removes the tie and places it in his front pocket, winking naughtily before following Lanie inside.
Oh My fuckin God! she fumes as the door closes soundly behind him and before she can think about it, she's pulled her 4 inch stiletto's off her feet and is jogging towards the closet door.
She's going to kill one outrageous, brazen black woman and then maul an annoying, scrumptious author who's testing her limits.
Maul that gorgeous body and eat him alive.
...
She doesn't get the chance... As soon as she opens the door, darkness assails her and large hands grab her suggestively, propelling her into the wall. Rick's hands are pinned on her pelvis, his massive thigh shoved between her legs, his breath hot and smoky against her flesh.
"You're going to pay for not buying me, Kath - er - ine," and his lips descend, devour and conquer.
...
He raids her mouth, sucking her tongue back into his own and teasing it with his teeth. His lips are devilish, destroying in their intensity, every needful thrust of his tongue on a mission to taste her.
His hand brushes up along her waist and the silky glide of the Grecian dress pulls goose bumps along her over-heightened flesh, drawing from her a helpless moan as he continually plunders her mouth.
He's reduced her to a wordless mess of need.
Just as she sinks into the hard expanse of his chest, she hears Lanie gloat, "You owe me big time, Kate," and then there's a loud, echoing 'slap'.
Son of a bitch, the sassy hussy had just swatted Castle's ass, and from the broad grin spreading beneath her lips, he enjoyed it just a little bit too much.
Lanie's slyly sneaking out the door as Castle purrs, "Fifteen minutes should be just the right amount of time for what I've got planned for you," and then his lips are on her carotid, nibbling and sucking the tender flesh while his hands stroke broadly along the sides of her ribs, strumming teasingly over the swell of her breasts.
Her nipples are standing at attention, sorely aware of him, and she knows her lingerie's ruined, soaked from the thought alone of having his large cock deep inside her, but she stills his movement, grasps his cheeks with her hands and draws his face up to hers.
"Gawd Castle, you make it hard for a woman not to miss you."
"Mmm, you certainly do a good job of hiding it from me."
He watches in fascination as her eyes darken, reflecting desire with underlying sorrow. "Forgive me," she says, nibbling insecurely on her lower lip, "I shouldn't have left you last Saturday morning. I should've listened to my heart and stayed. I should've woken up in your arms and spent the entire morning learning everything about you, explored this incredible connection we have. I'm sorry, Rick. Truly sorry."
"Thank you," and he brushes a long strand of hair away from her cheek, fingers lingering in the soft tresses. "You don't know how much that means to me." His lips burrow into the soft curvature of her neck, inhaling the addicting scent of cherries wafting off her hair. "But you're going to have to earn that forgiveness, Kate. Make it up to me one moment at a time."
He bites her ear lobe before purring, "Starting right now."
A shudder trips its way down her spine at his dark tone. His tongue slides, hot and tempting down the sleek column of her neck and what little air is left in her lungs exhales on a dirty moan.
...
It feels so damn electric, each and every time, - this frenzy of emotions intermingled with dark desire.
His want, immense and unyielding, combined with poetic words of love that prickle her skin, seep under her flesh and rush roaringly to her heart, breaking down her brick wall one thrust at a time.
"I've been dying to get my hands on you all night," he pants, running his warm palms down over her hips, before he cups her ass, molding the muscle with his dexterous fingers.
The temperature in the small closet seems to jump another ten degrees as he pulls her roughly towards him, her molten core directly on his manhood. "You're the only woman I'll ever want to be with again."
A tinge of pink glosses her cheeks as she hums, "When you look at me like this, I want you to do really dirty things to me."
His eyebrow quirks before a wicked grin spreads as wide as he is tall. "Dirty it is," he growls and before she realizes what's happening, he's turned her away from him, running his hands beneath the shimmery material, along the outside of her thighs, pushing his pelvis against her ass.
Her palms plant on the wall and she grinds slowly against him, doing some fuckin' erotic dance, and her movements cause his erection to grow painfully urgent against her curvaceous rear.
"We don't have much time," he warns in her ear, and his fingers fervently dig into her ribs, slicing over her breasts, cupping them through the warm silk of her dress. "It should be illegal for you not to wear a bra," he husks as he pinches her nipples, rolls the pert buds through his fingers.
Kate cries out and arches her body, letting her head drop back against his shoulder, exposing her neck to his eager mouth.
As his lips descend once more, she fumes, "Fuck, Rick! Get to it," reveling in the way her body's responding to him but needing infinitely more, needing to curb the pulsing ache between her thighs.
He's not one to keep a lady waiting so he slides one large palm up the front of her thigh and begins to rub her through the skimpy lace covering her womanhood.
"Oh God, Castle," she purrs. "Just like that."
"What color are your panties?" he asks breathlessly, like he's been fantasizing about them all night long.
"Umm, cre - am," she murmurs but all rational thought has left her, given what he's doing to her right now, fingers sliding and dancing along her lingerie, touching her core with just the right amount of pressure.
"I get to keep them as well," he states, and it's a blatant command, not a request, as he's not giving her the option to refuse him.
Just as the fire's stoking higher and higher and she's breathy and needy and ready to demand he get her off with his fingers, he withdraws his touch and the fabric of her dress whispers in a quiet flutter back down over her thighs.
Blasted manipulative lover.
He crowds her while he unbuckles his belt, his firm thighs pressing into the backs of her legs, holding her in place, not allowing her to move a muscle.
She hears him unbuckling his belt; the tinkle and rattle of the metal fastening, the slap of leather through the opening and then the pop of a button and the dizzying, provocative buzz of his zipper coming down.
She tenses, arousal flooding her veins, knowing what's coming, her heart pumping harder, faster with delicious anticipation and desperate need.
He frees his erection from his boxers, and it sends her gasping for breath as he strokes along his own length.
"Pull your dress up," and his brute male tone has her licking her lips expectantly, wrapping her fingers onto the light, slinky fabric and obeying him. She places the dress around her waist to expose the back of her thighs and ample ass. Castle slides his hand between her cheeks and cups the dampness of her arousal through her underwear, swiftly drawing them to one side, arching a finger up inside her without further warning.
She ends up hugging the wall and spewing a salacious sound of pure need when he adds a second thick digit and curls them inside her.
"Have you wanted this all night?" he growls possessively against her sweat-dampened neck. "Were you waiting for this, Kate?" With a long torturous caress, he slides his fingers out slowly so that her juices spread over her swollen clit.
"I've been waiting for you," she whimpers, and her hands draw around to his ass, squeezing mercilessly just before her fingernails rake over the hard muscle.
"Bend over," he demands, and she thinks she just might be a tad bit in love with 'I'm-in-charge-and-don't-you-forget-it,' Bad-Boy Castle.
As soon as she's down, he nudges her legs wider apart and then yanks her panties off her hips in one smooth motion. He jerks on her pubic bones and positions himself behind her, moving too fast and not near fast enough.
The head of his shaft slicks through her folds, sweeping her arousal across her swollen glans and with a dirty grunt he shoves into her.
"Shit!" shudders out of his mouth at finally being joined together, her tight walls encompassing his girth deliciously, just as he's been craving since he first saw her standing in line earlier tonight.
Castle puts one hand on her shoulder, keeping the other on her hip to hold her steady, and then he starts to fuck her, gloriously fast and filthy.
He's hard and thick and he's pummeling his way into her and Fuck!
His breath spirals down her back; his hand mutilating the thin flesh of her hip as he keeps up a constant rhythm.
Kate braces herself so every thrust of his hips is met by gripping resistance from her body, drawing him deeper inside of her on every down stroke, and working him with every long withdrawal.
She circles her pelvis when he stops moving, his full length buried all the way in, and his lips find the crook of her neck, opening wide along the sexy divot.
His arousal is liquid fire in his veins, torturing him with every sound that leaves her lips, - every soft sigh, every loud exhale and fleshy whimper. The need is building low in his belly, starting to inch up his spine so he grips her harder and commands her to stop before he loses complete control.
She's burning. Burning like a raging inferno that's been feeding on pure oxygen for the past several hours.
She's leaning into the wall for support, her back curved delicately, her ass on full display as he tilts his hips, angling even deeper.
After several long seconds where he catches his breath, murmurs how fuckin beautiful she is along her spine, she says in the sexiest voice he's ever heard in his life, "Move, Castle. I'm so close," and she squeezes her sugar walls.
His hips move of their own volition. Their flesh slaps against one another; the mounds of her buttocks shuddering up against his lower abs, pounding relentlessly towards the climactic high. He plucks at her nipple through the fabric and then slides his palm beneath the dress to her flexing abdomen, flattening his hand over the words, 'Vincit Omnia Veritas'.
"I'm there, Kate," he warns her, hips bucking in sensual waves, his cock stroking the mystical ridged surface inside her at such a perfect angle she wants to scream.
She's tingling and aching with this out-of-control mounting fire that is blazing so bright she feels it licking her; starting to consume her from the inside out, and she bends her knees slightly, yearning for him to burn every inch of her.
She feels him throbbing, grinding, seconds before he gasps, curling his fingers into her tattoo, arching his hips up inside her once more before he gives in, spurting into her with a choked cry of release.
He has just enough awareness left to slip his hand to her womanhood, lightly brushing over her clit, his trembling fingers giving her the final pressure she needs to shatter with him.
His sensual touch, coupled with his powerful orgasm of hot bursts of semen, sends her flying, - burning euphoria eating her alive, melting her bones and weakening her knees as she succumbs to her own devastating climax.
She can't think, even breathe, as she propels over the edge of oblivion, seeing colorful stars flash across the night sky, fighting to stop the scream barreling its way through her chest, desiring to break free.
Castle hugs her from behind, his head resting between her shoulder blades while he catches his breath, holding them both upright.
...
"I need you to promise me something," he whispers as he slowly withdraws from inside her, rubbing his hands down the length of her arms before putting his package back into place.
She turns to him, all liquid, sated hazel eyes, hair wild against her ethereal face, looking like an otherworldly vision he alone has the privilege to behold.
"I need you to promise me there's no more running away from us... This is it for me, Kate."
His words coat her trembling heart. A light tension, beautifully bound with the cords of love, settles over her and she knows just how much it cost him to throw his heart on the line, his eyes a strained midnight blue, face contorted in a resplendent mess of emotions.
"I promise," she says resolutely, placing a searing kiss to his parted lips. "You've undone me, Richard Edgar Castle. You've captured my body and marked me forever yours, - both heart and soul... No more running from us," and her heart skyrockets at the realization she truly means the words.