Instinctive - By Cathryn Fox Page 0,40
ways about it. There was something so right, so comforting about his touch, and it almost hurt when she wasn’t in his arms.
So maybe he was crazy, an escaped mental patient even. Or maybe he was as sane as she was and this town really was full of fairy-tale creatures. To her lust-drunk brain, what had seemed so important earlier now suddenly seemed insignificant. Especially when she had other things to think about. Things like slipping between the sheets with Slyck again. Things like spending the rest of the night making wild passionate love with him. Things like riding his mouth, his fingers, and his beautiful cock. God, she wanted to give herself to him in a way she’d never given herself to a man.
She couldn’t deny the way her body craved him, needed him, in a way that she’d never needed another, and she swore if she didn’t feel him inside her again within the hour, she’d die of want.
He lowered his head, and she caught a whiff of his earthy scent as it assailed her senses.
“Jaclyn . . .” The soft way he said her name instantly brought them to a deeper level of intimacy.
The air around them suddenly felt heavy, suffocating, and it was all she could do to inflate her lungs.
“Yeah,” she managed.
Slyck’s eyes darkened when he curled a damp strand of her hair around his index finger and said, “There are other ways, you know.”
She worked to find her voice, but it came out all raspy and aroused. “Other ways for what?”
“To get your panther to show.”
His voice was so full of emotion and tenderness it made her abandon any rational thought. “How?”
“Passion.”
Chapter Eight
Slyck brushed the pad of his thumb over her plump lips and watched her face suffuse with color. As his panther clawed to get out, he leaned into her, conveying how much he wanted to ravish her. Here and now. Not that he thought she’d balk at the idea, because everything in her beautiful blue eyes told him she needed this as much as he did.
He slid his hand over the smooth bare skin on her arms, and watched the bumps that formed in its wake. She gave a little shiver of excitement and bit down on her lower lip. He could tell her breasts were swollen, achy, and hot beneath her light summer dress, and he had every intention of soothing away that incessant longing with his tongue.
He watched her eyes cloud with need when she murmured, “Slyck . . .”
“I know, Jaclyn,” he whispered back, the agony in his voice matching hers. He pinched his eyes shut, let out a slow breath and added, “Trust me, sweetheart, I know.”
The sound of thunder rumbling in the distance propelled him into action. He ushered Jaclyn into the house and closed the patio door behind them just as the clouds sliced open and frigid rainwater blanketed Serene in a cool summer bath.
He quickly moved through the rooms, shut the open windows, and pulled the curtains closed to give Jaclyn and himself their much-needed privacy. Then he made his way into the bathroom and brought back a big cotton towel. He rushed back to the kitchen to find Jaclyn exactly where he’d left her, still standing just inside the patio doors, a puddle forming at her feet, looking like a drowned cat. With her hair plastered to her forehead, she stood there wide-eyed, staring up at him. She’d never looked more beautiful. God, she literally took his breath away. His body shook at the intense emotions he’d never experienced with a woman before.
His heart softened when she began shivering. “Poor kitten. Let me take care of you.” Slyck began to peel her soaked dress from her body. He worked slowly, taking his time to savor the magnificent sight of her pert breasts as they spilled from her clothes. He dropped to his knees, carefully lifting one foot at a time as he removed the dress and turned his attention to her gorgeous, passion-drenched pussy as her unique feminine scent called out to him. Once he had her completely naked, he towel-dried her quivering body with the utmost care and noted the way she carefully watched him with those seductive bedroom eyes of hers. His clothes brushed against her flesh as he stood, and her whole body quaked in response.
“Still cold?” he asked quietly.
She lowered her voice to match his. “Yeah.”
He gathered her into his arms, rubbed his hands over her body, and offered his