She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. It was sweet and smelled of home. The scent grew stronger as she moved towards the kitchen. She could hear the faint hum coming from the room as she got closer, the overhead light casting shadows on the dim hallway.

  Had it been this way when she went upstairs?

  She checked on the clothes she was wearing and grinned. She walked on her tiptoes, making sure no sound was made. Her clothes consisted of a soft almost see-through white shirt that hit the middle of her thighs and one of the many lingerie pieces she had bought. For some reason, she had also packed a pair of black high heels that would go with everything and painted her toes the same.

  She stared at Cage's form, looking so wholesome like a good little husband. She felt a flutter in her stomach at the sight of him. This was anything but wholesome. This man was s.e.x on legs.

  Suddenly, he moved to the stove, his body moving with the humming. Katherine watched entranced as he bent at the waist to pull out something from stainless steel oven. The jeans he was wearing hugged his ass perfectly and she groaned at the sight.

  Anything but wholesome, she reminded herself.

  The sound of approval coming from her throat must have been loud enough for him to hear because Cage's body stiffened as his mitten-clad hand gripped the baking pan that was on the middle rack of the heated oven.

  "Feeling better?" Cage asked in a low voice. His eyes traced over what she was wearing. He clucked his tongue mentally as he noticed that she had covered her chest. But he could also see the color of her lingerie through the shirt, hovering over Katherine's supple b.r.e.a.s.ts. Even her lips were painted, making them look full and pouty lips she smiled devilishly at him.

  Her long wavy locks cascaded down to where her b.r.e.a.s.ts ended. he whole image made his c.o.c.k throb: the whole package with the sultry eyes and kissable lips.

  Katherine moved forward, circling her hands around his waist and kissing him. He pushed back with the same fervor, kissing all the red paint off her mouth.

  "I hope you like what I cooked," he said as his head motioned towards the kitchen table.

  The small meal he had wanted to make had turned into sliders that she didn't know he could make. They were decorated on the table with a pitcher of sweet lime soda. Katherine felt an insatiable thirst, for the soda or the man in front of her, she didn't know.

  Her eyes also slid over to the pan in his hand. Quick bake chocolate cake in a mug.

  "You're so good to me," she said, her voice rough with desire.

  He laughed and put the pan down on the granite counter. Katherine knew that she was about to make his day. "It's been a very long week. Right now, I'd like to f.u.c.k you in the kitchen…… if you don't mind." Cage smirked. As if that was even worth considering.

  No more waiting.

  Cage buried his face in the crook of her neck. She smelled of shampoo and lotion, just like he remembered. Unable to resist her any longer, he opened his mouth to lay soft kisses along the column of her neck.

  Katherine squirmed in his hold, his slight stubble tickling her soft skin. She m.o.a.ned softly when he palmed her ass and dragged her closer than before. Soo, his hand traveled up the front of her shirt, being careful not to slide his hand underneath the material. He squeezed her soft b.r.e.a.s.ts through the material, making her m.o.a.n.

  "Cage," she m.o.a.ned as he pushed them together. She could feel her n.i.p.p.l.es harden under the shirt. Her body had been impossibly sensitive since she met Cage. Katherine slowly turned in his arms, her mouth brushing against his jaw before her lips connected his. She opened her mouth and slid her tongue against his lips, begging for entrance.

  Which he gladly gave. Soft and sensual strokes passed over his tongue as she kissed him, her nimble fingers finding their way to his hair.

  "Missed you," she mumbled as her mouth pulled away from his. He ground his h.i.p.s against her, bringing her in contact with his prominent arousal, showing her just how he missed her, as well.

  "I've been waiting all day for dessert. I'd like to have it now," he purred.

  Cat Cage was back and Katherine was ecstatic.

  He pulled away, taking in how she looked and slowly unbuttoned her shirt, one button at a time. The dance was exquisite, with her hands reciprocating his motions, pulling his top off until she realized that she was only in her expensive black lingerie set.

  Expensive as hell but she wanted nothing more than for him to tear them off her body. His fingers moved over the material, his eyes dark and hot as he touched her.

  She needed him. Immediately.

  "Cage," she called his name, pushing herself against his hand. "Now," she ordered, hoping he would listen. He followed her words silently, trying to get the thing off her. Katherine couldn't help but laugh at how adorable he looked when he was frustrated. She had a hard time with it too.

  Hearing her laugh, he growled and somehow…… finally managed to get the thing off.

  "These look beautiful on you," he told her, running his fingers over her underwear, his eyes filled with worship.

  "They cost a fortune. You may shred them, but compensate me. I won't forgive you otherwise," Katherine said with a proud. She took orgasms are currencies, as well. No pressure. As if hearing her thoughts, his eyes grew hotter as he tugged on her panties.

  F.u.c.k if they didn't rip a little. When he was looking at her like that, she was ready to come at the snap of his fingers. She m.o.a.ned as he pulled again, giving her what he wanted. The material ripped away from one side. He proceeded on to doing the same with the other side, as well.