The Snow Leopard's Mate (Glacier Leopards 1)

“See you soon!” Ali hung up.

She turned to Grey. “My sister-in-law wants you to get your butt out of bed and drive me home.”

“I heard.” He stretched. “I’d rather stay here with you.”

Ali couldn’t help the smile spreading over her face. “Me too. But I really need to go home and help her out with this, or she’ll explode from anxiety, probably. And I have work later. Maybe we could see each other again?”

Every day for the next week? Or longer? But that wasn’t something you could say after one date, no matter how amazing the date had been.

“Tonight?” He was smiling back at her. It was a warm smile, with just a hint of smolder in it. She was struck again by how much it changed his face when he really smiled.

“Tonight sounds wonderful. I work until seven, but after that…”

“Great.” He stretched. “I can drive you home like your sister-in-law wants. Even though looking at you in my bed like this makes me want to keep you here all day.”

Ali groaned. “Don’t say that.”

“Why not?” His smile grew.

“It’s too tempting.”

“Let me make you breakfast, at least.”

That, she wasn’t going to say no to. “Okay.”

He leaned over and kissed her softly on the mouth, and then got up.

Her eyes followed his long, graceful body, up and up and up. She hadn’t had a chance to just look him up and down last night, since they’d been so busy with…other things. He was lithe and muscular, with powerful shoulders and a lean stomach, with a trail of blond hair leading down to his groin. His cock was big, half-hard with morning wood.

Ali couldn’t help herself. “Wait.”

Grey stopped, raising his eyebrows inquiringly.

“Come back here.”

He came back, and Ali pulled him in by the hips, pushing him to sit down on the bed again.

“What’s this about?”

His voice trailed off as she bent down to take his hardening cock into her mouth.

Ali loved going down on a man. When you had a man’s cock in your mouth, you were in charge of everything he felt. And she was going to make Grey feel really, really good.

She teased him a bit at first, flickering her tongue around the head, pressing kisses down the rock-hard shaft. She could see his hands flexing on the bed.

When she finished with teasing and sucked hard, he made a low, sharp noise. “Alethia.”

She let up and started the classic up-and-down movement, feeling him move over her tongue and just to the back of her throat, and then pulling back until the head was just barely in her mouth, and then down again.

She wrapped her hand around the base once he was slick enough, and jerked him off in time to the movements of her mouth. He was groaning above her, a deep, lustful sound. Her mouth was full of the salty taste of his pre-come, and it was making her pussy clench with desire.

His thigh muscles were starting to tense, and his breath was speeding up. So the next time she went down, she relaxed her throat, and swallowed him until her lips touched her hand.

He stopped breathing for a second before he came, like there was a moment frozen in time, like she was holding him entirely still with her mouth.

And then he was coming, his hand landing on her head to hold her to him, his cock pulsing in her mouth.

She lifted her head. “How was that?” Her voice was almost as husky as his, now.