warmth. “Hot shower?”
“No.”
Surprised at her answer, he inched back to look at her, and arched a questioning brow. “No?”
She shook her head and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him back to her, the look in her eyes making no qualms about what she wanted. “Hot tongue.”
He grinned at her boldness. Acutely aware of her heat and desire and the way it reached out to him, he backed her up against her kitchen table. Damned if he didn’t like a woman who knew what she wanted. Slyck gripped her slim hips, lifted her clear off the floor, and set her on the table.
With easy, gentle movements, he leaned into her and brushed his lips over her eyes, her nose, her mouth, then moved to her neck. Her body trembled and he fought the urge to unleash the beast and ravish her. He slid a hand between her thighs, positioned his mouth near her ear, and murmured in a low voice meant to entice, “You know, since I wasn’t invited to your party, I never did get fed tonight.”
Her legs began to inch open; the delicious scent of her arousal reached his nostrils. “I think there is still some dessert left. Strawberries and cream, I believe,” she purred.
“Mmm, cream. My favorite.”
Slyck gently pushed on her shoulders, easing her backward, until she lay flat on the table before him, completely naked, save for the come-hither smile she was wearing. Goddamn, she looked good enough to eat. He stepped back and slowly walked around her, deciding to do just that.
He heard his voice tremble when he said, “You look so fucking hot, Jaclyn.” Jesus, no woman had ever made his voice tremble before.
As the rain pounded against the patio door, and thunder rumbled in the near distance, the lights inside the house flickered. He felt her body tense. If there was one thing he knew, kittens feared lightning storms—and Jaclyn really was only a kitten. One who needed to be handled with the utmost care and sensitivity.
“Don’t be afraid, Jaclyn.” He ran a gentle hand over her breasts, brushing the undersides every so slightly. “I won’t let anything hurt you.”
“I know,” she whispered. She blinked up at him and spread her legs even more, putting herself in his hands, and showing him just how much she trusted him.
As she submitted to him in human form, his panther howled with pleasure and tried to claw its way out, needing most desperately for his mate to submit to him in her natural, primal state. But he didn’t want to frighten her with its presence just yet, so he focused on her throbbing clit and caged the pacing animal inside him.
“Now this cream. Where is it?” he asked, his imagination kicking into high gear.
As if she knew how naughty his thoughts had turned, she gulped and nodded toward the kitchen counter.
Slyck grabbed the bowl of homemade cream, dipped in a spoon, and took a taste. “Delicious.” He came back to her and pushed a finger inside her tight cunt. Ecstasy flitted across her face. She groaned and arched into him. “But not as delicious as your cream,” he added.
He pulled his finger out and licked it, slowly, longingly savoring the sweetness. Her taste fueled his hunger and had him itching to plunge into her hard and fast, but he forced himself to slow down before he lost all control and went at her like a primal beast in heat. Which pretty much summed up how he was feeling.
Jaclyn licked her lips as she watched him and he could practically see her heart thudding against her chest. Slyck caught a glimpse of her flaming birthmark. He touched it with the cool spoon and then dragged his hand higher, until he reached her full breasts. He spent a moment teasing her tight nipples before he made his way to the hollow of her neck. As he approached her mouth, she opened her lips for a taste. He redipped the spoon and offered her a small sampling.
She flicked her tongue across the spoon and then shook her head. A wicked gleam danced in her eyes. “That’s not the cream I want to taste, Slyck.”
Jaclyn reached out and cupped the bulge in his pants. She angled her head until her mouth lined up perfectly with his crotch. “I want to feel your cock in my mouth. I want to taste your cream.”
“Oh, Jesus, Jaclyn,” he groaned, his body clenching with need as he pictured that sweet little mouth of