The Snow Leopard's Mate (Glacier Leopards 1)

“Alethia.” He shook his head. His pupils were blown wide open, like black pools.

Ali felt smug. Right up until he caught his breath and grabbed her around her waist, tossing her back onto the pillows.

She shrieked delightedly, and shrieked again when he buried his face between her legs without any warning.

His warm, wet tongue delved right to her core. Ali’s eyes fell closed and her head tipped back, her hips rising to meet his mouth. Oh God, his mouth was so good.

He licked her hard and fast, finding her pleasure and chasing it down, until she was quivering underneath him and gasping for her breath. She moaned and shuddered as he brought her closer and closer, until her breath went out of her in a rush and she came hard, pulsing wetly against his tongue.

But he didn’t stop. He kept licking, softly at first, but when she moaned at a bolt of pleasure, he sucked at that spot. Soon she was frantically pushing her hips up again; he gripped them with his hands and held her still as he brought her off for the second time in a row.

Ali panted as she came down, her clit twitching every few moments with remembered sensation. “You are so good at that,” she sighed.

“I could say the same to you.” He stretched out next to her. “Are you sure you can’t stay here in bed all day?”

Ali shook her head. “I wish.”

Not that she wanted to leave Molly in the lurch, she just…would rather be here. Would so much rather be here.

He sighed and pushed himself up. “Well, I’ll give breakfast another shot. Although if you call me back again, I won’t be disappointed.”

He turned to walk away, and Ali replied, “Then I’d lose this view!”

He glanced over his shoulder and grinned, a twinkle in his silver eyes.

She loved that grin of his. It made him look like a teenager. And the rear view was very nice.

***

Ali took as quick a shower as she could, which was pretty fast; it was easier to rush a shower when all she had were man products. She stepped out of the bathroom to the smell of bacon.

“Almost done,” Grey said over his shoulder. She went to climb the stairs to the loft.

When she was at the top, a sudden suspicion made her glance over her shoulder, and sure enough, he was admiring her rear view with as much naked—ha!—appreciation as she’d had for him.

/> Well, it was good to know that they were on the same page.

Ali threw last night’s clothes back on and came downstairs to a big spread of pancakes, eggs, and bacon.

“Wow,” she said, surveying the food. “I didn’t know you were running a diner in here.”

“I like to eat,” he said, unapologetically. “And I like women who like to eat. Don’t tell me you were planning on having celery for breakfast or something.”

Ali shook her head emphatically. “This looks like exactly what I want for breakfast.”

“Good, then dig in.”

Ali did. It was delicious. The pancakes were light and fluffy, the eggs buttery and soft, and the bacon had the perfect amount of crisp. "This is amazing."

Grey shrugged. "I like to cook. All alone out here, the delivery options are pretty slim, so it was either learn how to cook or eat bad food. I'm too fond of food to stand for the second option."

"Me too." Ali crunched down a slice of bacon. It was delicious. "I'm an okay cook, but I never make breakfast like this."

"I love cooking breakfast. Sometimes all I eat all day is breakfast. Omelets, waffles, sausage patties... You've only scratched the surface of breakfast, as far as I'm concerned."

Ali smiled. "I'll have to come back and test the full range of possibilities."

His eyes were warm. "I hope you do."