Courting Passion by Elizabeth Lapthorne Page B

wasn’t what I had in mind,” he insisted as he got busy unsnapping her jeans and pushing them down her legs. Katherine bent to help tug the pants over her ankles, though she was not convinced he was up to ravishing her just now. Surely he ached. Since Hillon had given him two shots, one of penicillin and one of codeine, Garth had been acting pretty much his usual self once again, just moving a bit more stiffly than she had become used to.
    Frisky play, however, she figured must have been out of his reach.
    Perhaps she was wrong.
    “Garth, I really don’t think—”
    “Are you reneging on your side of the deal, Kate?” he asked. Kate frowned, perplexed.
    “What?”
    “Are you calling shortbread? Does the thought of having anal sex with me really not make you hot and jittery, because working on your earlier reactions I was positive that wasn’t the case.”
    “What?” Kate repeated, then shook her head. “Of course I’m not reneging. But, Garth, you’ve just been shot. You should be lying in bed badgering me for cups of tea and slices of toast and whining about me not letting you have the remote or something. Not looking for the lube to give my arse a delicious reaming and chomping my anal cherry.”
    At her final comment, somewhat more detail than she’d been planning on sharing with him, his eyebrows rose.
    “I get to chomp your cherry?” he repeated, sounding delighted. “That makes getting shot almost worthwhile, sweetheart.”
    Katherine couldn’t help it, she laughed. He must’ve known very well that she’d have let him fuck her in the arse without getting shot, but to take such a view on the situation struck her as funny.
    As she chuckled, Garth lifted the hem of her T-shirt up over her head and tossed it into a corner of the room. Katherine twisted her arms behind her and unclasped her bra, sliding the straps down and freeing her breasts. The lacy scrap dropped onto the floor. Stark naked, she shivered a little in the cool room, but the heat radiating from Garth’s body made up for the low temperature.
    She cupped her hand around his hardening cock. Katherine dipped her fingers under the waistband of his boxers and felt the heat of his soft skin stretched over his thick prick. She stroked him from the base of his shaft right up to the tip, caressing him multiple times as he moaned his approval.
    A few tugs and his boxers fell to the floor. Garth stepped out from them and leaned over to open a drawer in the vanity next to the sink. He removed a foil packet and a small tube of lubricant.
    “Turn around, sweetheart,” he muttered huskily.
    Katherine paused for a second before obeying him. She still didn’t want him hurting himself from overexertion, but her nipples had peaked and excitement tingled through her body. She craved this wicked man, her partner, and if he felt up to it she longed to feel his cock reaming her arse, penetrating her as deeply as it was physically possible for a man to do.
    She wanted him. It all boiled down to the simple fact that she desired him.
    “Grab on to the edge of the basin,” he ordered.
    Katherine complied, but turned her head and shoulders around so she could watch him as he squeezed a large amount of the fluid onto his index and middle fingers. He slicked the lube around with his thumb and rested the tube on the edge of the porcelain near the taps. With his free hand he spread her arse cheeks wide apart, her tiny puckered hole clenching.
    “So tiny, so tempting,” he murmured.
    Without further teasing, he stroked the tip of his index finger over the outside skin of her hidden entrance. The moisture transferred easily and soon he screwed the tip of his finger into her hole. Katherine’s breathing turned ragged from the incredible pressure of the intense penetration.
    Twisting his finger, he opened her further and slicked the inside of her passage. He corkscrewed left and right, then alternated that with the finger-fucking thrusts of a deepening