Bad Kitty

Well, it wouldn’t be going forward. Not if she had anything to say about it.

“Yes.” He grabbed hold of her hip, tugging her against his side until his strangely potent scent poured over her. He smelled of wood, clean air, a faint hint of sweat and…tar? Whatever the components, they inspired a fresh rush of arousal between her thighs.

With a smile and a shrug, the pirate left them alone.

Silence descended and hung as heavy as smoke between them. Nikki smoothed a hand down her stomach to make sure there weren’t any unflattering wrinkles in the material, her senses already reeling.

God, he made her ache. She wanted to strip off his hood and straddle him right here. How much longer could she wait to have him again?

When it became obvious he didn’t intend to speak, she took the initiative. “What’re you supposed to be?” she drawled, looking him up and down.

“Fucking devil.” Again that growl emanated from under the hood, eliciting both a laugh and a shudder.

“Does that mean you’re a devil that fucks or that you’re not pleased with your costume?”

She was. Oh yes, indeed. He may have been in hooded garb yet again, swaddled head to toe in crimson material, but she liked the spooky look of him. Plus the hood was hot. Hell, it had worked for her last year. And that one had been puke brown, not sexy, tempting red.

“Why don’t you come a little closer and find out?”

As if she’d resist that offer.

She turned into his arms, lifting her face to his until his warm breath streamed over her mouth. Her nipples hardened further, pressing against her bodysuit in their eagerness for him to touch them. To touch all of her. She craved the feeling of him inside her again. In her pussy. In her mouth. In her ass.

Last year she’d only experienced one of the three. This year, she wouldn’t be denied.

He reached up and traced her lower lip with his thumb, then angled down to dart his tongue over the plump flesh. “Been in the punch again. Just like last year. Some kitties never change.”

“Guess not.” Watching him, she lifted the glass and sipped, deliberately letting a little splash on her chin. “Oops.”

His chest puffed out. “You’re a tease.”

“Oh no, I’m not. I deliver everything that I’m offering.” She whisked her knuckles over her damp skin and held up her hand, unsurprised when he seized her wrist and licked from the web of her thumb and forefinger to the tip of her nail. Then he started to suck her finger, his gaze never leaving hers as a vicious throb erupted in her core.

She gasped and glanced around, certain everyone would be watching them, but no one seemed to notice as Patrick made her into a feast. They kept dancing and talking, happily oblivious to Nikki’s inner explosions a few feet away.

Not that she’d exploded yet. But if he kept swallowing her finger like that…

He leaned closer and brushed his lips over her temple. He was so tall and big, his hulking body turning her on even more when she could only imagine the ripped planes and contours of it beneath his disguise. “I got you all wet.” He curled her fingers into his large hand, squeezing them. “Sorry about that.”

She set her empty punch glass on a nearby table and then stepped back into the circle of his arms, drawing her tail up between them. She flicked the black pom-pom on the end over his stomach and met his eyes. “Not nearly wet enough. What are you going to do about that?”

His teeth flashed in a predatory smile and he jerked back his hood just enough for her to catch his expression. The heat and the carnality of it blazed through her, loosening the last of her inhibitions. Why did he have this power over her? He made her want in ways she hadn’t in so long.

“The basement door’s unlocked.” He lowered his head and nudged her hair out of his way with his nose before exploring her ear with a silky stroke of his tongue. She moaned aloud, unable to stifle the sound. “Go wait for me.”

She nodded briskly, putting a sway in her walk as she headed for the basement. As if she could’ve forgotten where it was. The door was next to the alcove where they’d fucked last Halloween.

Nikki cast a quick glance over her shoulder, then she opened the door and descended into the dark, her heart racing in her chest and her sex clenching

in anticipation.

A year. She’d waited for him for an entire year. For what reason, she had no clue. He obviously still found her attractive. Maybe he was concerned about disrupting his brother’s small office with a romance. Or an affair. She didn’t mind a one-night stand, if both parties were agreeable.

Since they were heading toward two-night territory, in this case both parties clearly weren’t.

So Patrick had some explaining to do. And if he asked her why she hadn’t made an issue out of their night during one of his numerous office visits over the past year, she’d have to examine her own conscience because she didn’t know. She’d wanted him to make the first move, but she’d also had incredible sex with him without benefit of much conversation first. Traditional courting rituals didn’t really apply.

Thoughtfully she pulled her tail up between her legs, jolting as the leather bit into her slick seam. A moan slipped from her lips.