The kitty strolled over and curled around my legs. I let out a startled laugh, realizing as soon as I did that I had never laughed so loudly or so often. Even with my dick aching for Suzanna.
“She was jealous,” I said aloud.
Suzanna’s jaw dropped and those pretty pink lips of hers opened. I stared at her, thinking of all the things I’d like to do with her mouth. And the rest of her. But I’d start there.
Fuck, I’m literally going to explode if I don’t make her mine.
“You traitor!” Suzanna said to Calliope. But the cat ignored her, lifting her cute little chin and meowing plaintively to me. I scratched her just under her jaw and a loud purr filled the room. I stole a look at Suzanna. She was watching me, her eyes on my hand where it stroked her kitty. I decided to give her a show, scooping up the cat and settling her on my lap, where I proceeded to pet the cat slowly and sensually, all the while staring at Suzanna, letting my eyes roam over her body.
The message was clear. It’s your kitty I want. I smiled at the flustered look on her face.
“I… do you want a drink?”
I nodded slowly, watching her skedaddle across the room with one sock on. The woman really was a little bit batty. But damn, if I didn’t like that about her.
She was never boring, that was for sure.
And she looked really, really good walking away. What was the expression again? I hated to see her go but I loved watching her leave. Yeah, that was it exactly.
She got fresh ice and poured us each a fresh glass of sangria, carrying them over.
“Unless you wanted water?”
“This is great,” I said, accepting the drink. My hand brushed hers as I took the cool glass. I felt the same jolt I always did. We had literal electricity between us. It was confusing as hell to a guy like me. I didn’t believe in fairy tales, but whatever was happening between us was epic.
I sat there, drinking and petting the purring furball while trying not to stare at Suzanna. Her legs were tucked up underneath her. I could see a lot of real estate. She was like a sexy little pretzel. I was pretty sure she didn’t realize that her position made her tits jut up and out where they pressed against her knee, or that the way her jeans fit with her legs like that, I had a nice view right between her thighs.
Fuck. I’m going to come in my pants just from looking at her. With her goddamn clothes on!
“Maybe I should take off.”
No, Mac, you idiot, my dick screamed at me. Every fiber of my being wanted to stay in that room. On that couch. I wanted to hang with her. Get to know her. But if I did that, I was going to end up in her bed.
And she’d asked me not to go too fast.
I had to leave. Now. Otherwise, we were fucking. There were no two ways about it. The stupid cat had stopped us from being even stupider. I scratched her cute little chin and sighed.
Maybe if I didn’t rush things, things would progress tomorrow. Maybe she wouldn’t make any rules next time. Maybe I could spend the entire weekend with her wrapped around my cock.
“Okay,” she said softly, still looking like she was ripe and ready. I stood up and set the cat back on the couch, telling her not to bite any more toes. Then I stood and grabbed my jacket, leaving my tools.
“Thanks for dinner,” I said, staring down at her.
“Yeah, of course. Thank you for…” She bit her lip, looking unsure of what to say.
I stepped closer.
“For kissing you?”
She laughed.
“What? No.” Her eyes met mine. “Maybe. I meant for the work.”
“Right,” I said, my hand grasping her waist and drawing her forward. “It was my pleasure.”
“Which?” she asked breathlessly as I brought my lips just above hers.
“Both.”
I kissed her, soft and firm and true. I felt her sigh and lean into me. I grunted as our bodies connected, my hands on her back and her incredible tits pressed into my chest. I deepened the kiss, trying desperately not to lose control.
It didn’t work.
I pushed her toward the doorframe, bringing her up against it so I could really go to town on her. The kiss went wild. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Her thigh was up and held open without my realizing I’d done it. My cock pulsed against her. I nearly dropped to my knees to undo her jeans so I could fuck her where we stood.
“Fuck,” I breathed, tearing myself away from her. I stood there, not touching her, just staring at her. We were both breathing like we’d just run a race. “Suzanna…”