How Cat Got a Life by Tatiana March Read Free Book Online

her back, legs wantonly wide, clothes in disarray.
    Soon, the rhythm of that searching finger altered. Instead of the slow glide up and down, other fingers joined it and closed around her swollen bud. Harder, bolder, they rubbed and kneaded, feeding the storm that gathered inside her. His other hand descended from her breasts and resumed the slow stroking, lower now, circling her opening, then pressing inside as far as the flimsy barrier allowed.
    It caught her like a volcano, the eruption of pleasure that seized her. Waves of ecstasy crashed over her, making her body buck on the table. Brock slipped his arm around her waist and held her, her shoulders bent back over his strength as he sheltered her through the slowly subsiding contractions that rocked her on the hard timber.
    Still he didn’t speak.
    Her lids lifted, heavy and listless in the aftermath of the shattering release. She saw Brock’s throat move as he swallowed. A flush tinged his cheeks, and a muscle leaped at the side of his jaw. Beads of perspiration shone on his skin. Every fiber of his being trembled, and suddenly it dawned upon Cat what incredible control he must exercise over his body and mind.
    The passion that had swept her along reached out for him, sought to share, give as well as take. She raised one hand, languid and dreamy, and brushed her fingers in a feathery touch over his straining erection.
    “No,” he said. Then he released her and stepped away.
    Cat flinched, as much from the sharpness of his tone as from nearly toppling over on the table when he withdrew the support of his arm.
    “I…why…?” She shook her head, confused. Cool air bathed her burning skin, and suddenly the dark square of the window reminded her of the world outside.
    “I can’t,” Brock said. “I don’t believe in sex outside marriage.”
    “You don’t believe in sex outside marriage?” Anger stirred.
    “No.”
    “So, what was this?” She swept a hand across her body. Awareness of her disheveled state dissipated the hazy aftermath of satisfaction. She sat up and pulled her bra down to cover her breasts.
    “It was…foreplay,” Brock replied, but his voice lacked conviction.
    “Foreplay?” Cat made an unladylike snort. “Why didn’t you tell me beforehand that you don’t want me? Before you…”
    “Before what?” His face darkened. “Before I gave you an orgasm that made you scream with pleasure and writhe in my arms?”
    Fury, shame and disappointment fought inside her. “Karen should have warned me that you have such antiquated principles.”
    “Karen? How the hell would she have known? I don’t discuss my sex life with my deputies.”
    “It’s the sort of thing that becomes known in a small town.” Cat huffed out an angry sigh and began to button her blouse. “God, I can just see people snickering at me, for trying to seduce the local pillar of virtue.”
    “I’m not a pillar of virtue.”
    “Then why…?” She glanced up at him from beneath her lashes. “I’d like to know why. This is the second time this has happened to me. In the case of my late husband, he refused sex before marriage because he didn’t want me to find out he was impotent. What’s your explanation?”
    “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.” Brock turned to pace the room, raking his fingers through his hair. He threw her a look mixed with anger and defeat. “I might be many things, but by now you should have discovered that impotent isn’t one of them.”
    “I think you owe me an explanation,” she said softly.
    He shot another glance at her, then stopped in front of the dark window and stared outside. “I was brought up with old-fashioned values. When I went to college, I discovered a different world. I brought that world home with me. I’d never slept with my high school girlfriend before, but when I did, I came face to face with the fact that she still lived in that old-fashioned world. She expected me to marry her, and so did