Knowing her body with an impossibly intimate knowledge, Noah drove two fingers into her tight sheath. The invasion of his flesh against hers, the skillful stroke of his tongue, sent Cat spiraling into the abyss. Colors, pinks and reds and golds, danced before her eyes as her muscles pulled him deeper and deeper. She went blind and deaf. Cat could only feel as each explosion traveled the entire length of her body and back again to her throbbing core.

She gasped, words failing her as Noah gentled his mouth against her tiny bud of nerves.

Thoughts, wild and terrifying, careened through her mind. She pushed them aside and focused on the only one that mattered. More.

She levered up off the table and pushed Noah all the way to the floor.

“Cat, let me—”

She wasn’t letting Noah anything at this point. Her legs were so weak her thighs were trembling.

“My turn,” she argued, her throat raw from her cries.

She undid his belt and zipper in record time, even with the post-orgasmic tremors in her fingers. The fabric of his pants smooth and soft beneath her hands.

She felt Noah’s reluctance at her haste, but she wanted him out of his comfort zone just as he’d dragged her out of hers. She wanted to show him the mind-clearing elation of fast and hard.

She worked his pants down his thighs to his ankles, and leaving his boots on, she crawled up his body, pausing to bite his inner thigh hard.

His cock jerked before her eyes, and his guttural groan was fucking music to her ears. She hadn’t even touched him yet, and precum was leaking from the crown of his—as predicted—impressive cock.

She fisted a hand around the root, and Noah’s feet scrambled for purchase on the wood paneled floor as if he were trying to escape.

“Uh-uh,” Cat tutted, brushing a feather-like kiss over the swollen head.

The cords of his neck stood out as he fought back the urges she was desperate to free.

“My turn now,” she said, her confidence returning with the control she’d wrestled back.

“Cat—” Her name sounded like a warning, but he knew Cat didn’t think much of the rules. Or he should have known.

She made sure Noah was looking at her when she wet her lips. His erection jerked in response against her hand. She gave him no time to anticipate before drawing her lips around his crown and sliding down the length. There was too much of him to go far, but when she hit the back of her throat, Noah’s hips flexed up before he could fight the urge.

This was where Cat liked to be: in charge.