Insatiable Kate (3 page)

“That?” He nodded his head toward her hip. She glanced in the direction he indicated to her robe's pocket where her BFF was discreetly hidden but protruded out.

“What?” She shook her head in disbelief.

“Do you play with yourself a lot?” His obsidian eyes scintillated with amusement.

“What?” Her incredulity was turning into rage.

“You know.” His head cocked over to her hip again. “How often...”

“Oh my God! Are you serious?” Her mouth dropped. She couldn't believe she was hearing this. “You want to know how often I masturbate?”

“Well...”

Kate shot up and started pacing the living room, “Seriously? I can't believe this!” Her ranting continued. Names like ass, jerk and son of a bitch flew around the room at warp speed.

The ranting halted just as quickly as it had started. Kate stopped dead in stride, glared at him, fuming. “You want to know how often I jack off? Well, I'll tell you, Mister! Whenever I fucking feel like it! Do you see men pounding on my front door waiting to fuck my brains out? Hell no!”

Rome remained silent while Kate continued her harangue.

“Every chance I get, I take one of those toys and ram it into my hot pussy and get off! And yes, it is a hot pussy, not that you'd know!”

Kate glared down at Rome, who had the audacity to be sitting there, smiling up at her.
The bastard is enjoying my tirade.
He was actually grinning at her like a man who had just won the bet of a lifetime.

“What the hell is so funny?” Kate placed her hands on her hips, her eyes boring down at him.

“Nothing.” The smirk remained. He crossed his legs, one ankle resting on the other knee, his foot dangling, antagonizing her. She marched over and swatted his foot off his ankle.

“I can't believe you're amused with this. Tell me you haven't jacked off when lonely, geez.” Lowering her head into her hands she rubbed her forehead.

“Hung over?” Rome's tone was oozing with sarcasm.

“No.” Kate rubbed her temples.

“Embarrassed?”

“No,” she spat, lowering her hands to glare at him. “I'm pissed that you apparently think you can come in here and... and...”

“And what?” That damn smirk was getting on her nerves.

“Get out.” Kate ordered, pointing at the front door. “Now. Just go.” Her voice quivered and she lowered her head.

“Kate...” Rome started

“Don't.” She tried to hide the fact that she was crying but the shaking of her shoulders gave her away.

“Kate...”

“Stop.” She held up her hand. “Just go, please.” Then the tears and breakdown began.

****

Rome stood and closed the distance between him and Kate. Gathering her in his arms, he let her cry. He'd known her all his life and had never seen her so upset. He stroked her back as the tears fell. After a few minutes, when the worst of her breakdown appeared to be over, Rome took her by the shoulders and leaned her away from his body. Her tear-streaked face made him crumble. Had he really done this to her with his teasing?

“I'm so sorry Kate, please forgive me,” he shushed her as tears escaped from her eyes. Using the pad of his thumb he wiped a tear away. “Please don't cry, Kate.”

Her shoulders continued to shake and Rome pulled her closer.

“Tell me who he is. Who hurt you? Tell me and I'll kick his ass.” He stroked her back and when her body seemed to convulse, he leaned back to see her face. He couldn't believe she was this upset. But to his surprise when he lowered his eyes to her face, she was laughing not crying.

“What are you laughing at?”

“You.” Kate cried in hysterics.

“Me?” Rome shook his head, watching her try and gasp for air. “What did I do?”

“I want to see you kick your own ass,” she spat out the words between chortling almost choking on her words.

“What?” Rome shook his head. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You... you said, you'd k-kick the person's ass who hurt me!” Kate's laughter was so uproarious that Rome thought she might just choke on her words.

“Kate!” Lost in conversation he grabbed her shoulders, shaking her slightly to make her focus. “What the hell do you mean?”

“You! You're the reason for the tears, you ass!” She wiped away a few stray tears. “You hurt me. You always hurt me.” Her mood jumped ten paces in the blink of an eye. She went from a hysterical crying woman to laughing like to a fool to a woman scorned. Rome stepped back for fear of what emotion may erupt.

“Me?” He laid his hands on his chest.

“Yes, you.” Her askance eyes dared him to challenge her.

“How?” So he was a glutton for punishment.

Kate tilted her head to the side, her luxurious long hair falling over her shoulder, her eyes displaying dubiousness of his question.

“You really don't know, do you?”

Rome shook his head. “Explain it to me.”

Using the back of her hand Kate wiped away the excess tears still visible on her cheeks. Sniffling she waved her hand towards the sofa they'd just abandoned. “Sit.”

“No, I'd rather stand.”

“Fine.” The word escaped Kate's mouth with despicable sarcasm. She crossed her arms over her chest. “You always hurt me Rome, always have.”

“So you've said,” he retorted, mimicking her stance. Towering over her at least five inches, he knew his looming presence could be considered dangerous and forbidden but damned if Kate didn't dismiss his domineering mood. “But tell me how.”

“Every time I see you, you discount me. You treat me like the plague. Like I'm still a child.” Kate's eyes, full of angst hidden behind the anguish, were moist with fresh tears. “I can never do anything right in your eyes. You're very...” She flipped her hand in the air searching for the correct word. “Very... “

“Annoying?” He offered.

“Yes... but more.” She ignored his sarcasm.

“Bull-headed?”

“That too,” she continued seeking the word.

“Sexy?” He changed his tone but Kate was too caught up in her own mind that she hadn't really heard him.

“Yes, of course.” She bit her lower lip while thinking, unaware of his word.

“Horny?”

“Rome, I'm trying to think here,” she sighed, shaking her head.

“I'm trying to get you in bed.” Rome countered.

“Stop it, Rome.” Her annoyance was obvious. She stared past him, thinking still.

“I'm horny.”

“God, Rome.” Her anger was boiling again. “It's not all about you...what did you say?” Her eyes focused on him.

“I said, I'm horny.” He stepped closer. “I have been for years.”

“I-I...” Kate stumbled over her words.

“Aren't you too, Kate?” His voice had become sultry and forbidden.

“I-I... don't know,” she squeaked and swallowed so hard he heard it.

“Just tell me Kate. Give me one word and I'll take you in your bedroom. I'll make you forget you Friday night toy fuck fest.” He reached up, splayed his hand behind her neck, drawing her face to his. “I want to make love to you Kate.”

“What... Why now?” Her head shook slightly, her face and eyes appearing discombobulated.

“I always have.” Sighing, Rome lowered his face, capturing her lips with his. She didn't hesitate giving him what he wanted. If anything, she encouraged the kiss. Her hands wrapped around his neck, fingers entwined in his hair, deepening the kiss.

He slipped his hand inside her robe searching out her breast. A gasp escaped her mouth as he cupped her bosom, gently squeezing its plumpness. His fingertips sought out her nipple, it tightened under his touch. As he rolled the hard nub between his thumb and middle finger, she groaned in pleasure.

“Oh God, Kate.” His words barely heard by her as she ground her hips against his. Her hand tightened their grip on his hair. Every movement she made intensified, suggesting her arousal was high.

His hand greedily clenched her breast. “Bedroom?” His word almost lost in the passion echoing in their ears.

“Yes.” Kate's words whispered against his lips. “Now.”

Against personal protest, Rome removed his hand from beneath her robe and scooped her up in his arms, their lips never parting. Rushing through the room towards Kate's haven, Rome's mind was whirling. He'd finally make her his woman. He knew her feelings towards him, he'd just been too afraid to act upon them. Kurt would have his cock and balls if he knew what was happening right now. Kurt had forewarned Rome hundreds of time to not get involved with Kate.

But dammit, how could he not?

He'd loved Kate for years and the only reason he treated her the way he did was to keep his distance from taking her. Like he was about to do now.

“Bedroom?”

“Door on left.”

Rome crossed the threshold into Kate's bedroom and set her down on her feet. Her hands covetously searched his body, trying to remove his shirt from his jeans. Her fingers stumbled with his belt, her frustration apparent.

“Kate.” Rome broke free of her kiss. “We need to...”

“Shh,” she hushed him. “Just once. Let me have you just this once.”

“Kate...”

“Shh.” Her eyes gazed up at him. “Make love to me just this once. That's all I'm asking of you. Then you can leave.”

“No.” Rome startled her. “No, I can't do that.”

“Wh-what?” The remains of Kate's heart broke when he announced his admission of not wanting to make love to her.

“I can't do that,” he reiterated, stepping back to look at her.

Humiliation bloomed on Kate's sweet face. “I-I don't know...” She shoved away from him, breaking all contact. “Just leave. Now!” In a split second, she reached up, placed her hands on his chest and pushed him away.

“Kate...”

“Go! Damn you, Rome. Just leave!”

Rome opened his mouth to speak but thought better of it. Cursing under his breath, he turned and left the room. He sensed Kate crumble to the floor and he could hear her sobbing. His heart broke knowing he'd devastated her.

“You are such a fool Katherine Rose.” Rome heard her scolding herself in between sobs. “How could you make such an ass of yourself in front of the only man you've ever loved?”

****

Rome stopped when he heard Kate's words.
Loved him? Him?

He eased back some to listen, thankful he hadn't shut the door behind him. His first thought had been to slam it closed but he hadn't. His internal anger ruled as he stormed out of her bedroom. He was seconds away from making love to Kate. His sweet Kate. And if he had only stayed ten more seconds and explained why he couldn't just make love to her once, he'd be in there loving her now tasting her mouth, touching her soft skin and feeling her love beneath him.

Rome smacked his palm to his forehead, which seemed to be a reoccurring theme in his life anymore.

Rome turned back to her bedroom and walked to the door. He found Kate slouched against the bed frame looking defeated and ruined. Leaning down next to her, he brushed her hair away from her face and she flinched under his touch.

“Go.” Her voice was a whimper.

“No, Kate. I have to explain.” He settled on the floor next to her, trying to take her in his arms. When she resisted, he halted his actions so as to not upset her more.

“There's nothing to explain. I get it,” her hair fell over her face, blocking him out.

“Yes, there is.” He whispered. “More than you can imagine.” When she didn't reply, he continued. “I can't make love to you once, Kate. I just can't do it.”

“I know.” Her sobbing started again. “You told me that.”

“And I have a reason for that.” Rome scooted closer, so their bodies were touching.

“Oh God!” Kate howled, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

He trudged on before she lost control of her emotions. “Because I'm not capable of it.”

“Am I that hideous?” She tried to make her question sarcastic but it came out in between her tears making the rebuttal pathetic.

“No. No, sweetheart.” His words attempted to coddle her. “I just know I can't make love to you... once.”

“Not even once?” Her voice crackled.

“Not just once.” He restated, slipping his arm around her. “Let me show you.” Lifting her chin with his hand, his lips brushed against hers. With his other arm slid under her arms, hoisted her onto the bed. He gently laid her back, never breaking contact with their lips.

Kate's heart started pounding as he laid next to her. He ran his rough denim clad leg sliding up her bare thigh. The movement eased aside her robe, exposing her tender skin.

A feral moan escaped from her throat. Rome took this as an invitation to proceed. He deepened his kiss, his fingers starting at mid-thigh, traveled up slowly. As his lips nibbled on hers, Kate shifted under his touch. His fingers swirled their way along her upper thigh, automatically making her hips grind into his hand. His touch was so light, if she hadn't been laboring her pelvis into him, she'd barely know he was making contact.

“I'm going to make you mine,” Rome whispered against her lips.

“Yes!” Kate groaned, her head lolling back into the pillow. “Now.”

“No.” His voice rustled full of seduction and promise. “I'm going to take my time. Make you beg. Then when you think I'm going to make you come, I'll tease you more.”

“Oh God.” Kate tilted her head back, revealing her neck. Rome took the opportunity and lowered his mouth, sucking the sensitive spot of the crook of her neck.

Kate shuddered as Rome's hot breath teased her and his teeth nibbled her skin. “Don't stop.” Kate shifted beneath him, the motion causing her robe to slide a little higher up, exposing more of her thigh. His hand immediately took control, spreading higher.

“Touch me.” Kate said greedily.

“In due time.” Rome replied, his lips brushing her shoulder.

“Rome.” Her pleading voice whimpered.

“I'm going to make this last. Savor every minute, taste every inch of your luscious body.” He nipped her shoulder, moving slowly to her breast.

“Rome!” Kate mewled, her breathing becoming erratic while thrusting her hips lower to meet his hand. When her hips advanced, Rome's hand descended down her leg.

“Now, now, Kate. Be patient. Trust me, it will be worth the wait.” His smooth voice soothed her passion.

Kate groaned in frustration. Lowering her hand to cover his she brought it higher up her leg. “Touch me. Feel what you've done to me.”