Zak crouches down, scratching Crabby behind his ears. And my lunatic cat, leans into it. Eyes closed, purring louder.
“He never does that,” I whisper in complete shock. “He hates everyone.”
Zak glances up at me, eyes twinkling. “He has good taste.”
Crabby headbutts Zak’s hand, demanding more attention, and Zak gives it to him. Running his fingers through his fur.
“Unbelievable,” I mutter.
Then Zak stands, picking up Crabby, still petting him, and settles on the couch with my supposedly anti-social cat in his lap. And they’re so freaking cute, my ovaries might just explode. Big, tall, sexy badass and my frowning ball of fur. Like they’ve known each other forever.
All I can do is stand there blinking like an idiot.
“Well,” I finally say, trying to regain some sense of control. “Thank you for everything. Last night, this morning. I hope your situation gets resolved.”
Zak slowly raises his gaze from Crabby to me, his dark eyes pinning me in place.
“Pack a bag,” he says in his low, gravelly voice, sending an electric current through my body. He lowers his gaze to my cat, who’s still purring like a damn motor. “For you and Crabby.”
I blink. “What?” He just looks up, holding my eyes. “I’m not going back with you.” He cocks one thick, dark eyebrow. “Zak…”
He keeps petting Crabby’s head without looking away from me. “Pack a bag, or I’ll do it for you.”
“You can’t just…”
He leans his head to the side a bit, letting heat spread through his warm brown eyes. Then the tip of his tongue peeksout, running over his full bottom lip, and effectively making my clit tingle. Reminding me he has ways, very efficient ways, to make me shut up and do as he asks.
I stare, mesmerized. Wishing it was my tongue on his pink flesh. My ass in his lap. My body feeling the strength and warmth of his huge, veined hand. This freaking infuriating, possessive, stupidly hot man sprawled on my couch with my traitor cat.
Before I can argue further, Zak stands, gently setting Crabby down. And the care in his movements sends another dangerous wave through me. But it’s my heart that’s the victim this time.
“We’ll be right back, buddy,” he rumbles, moving toward me.
“Zak…”
He takes my hand, pulling me flush against his hard, hot body.
“Bedroom?”
I shake my head. “No… here’s fine. You need to…” He stalks to the first door down the hall and opens it, ignoring my protests. And we stumble into my bedroom. My heart is pounding so loud, it feels like I can hear it through my ears. “What are you doing?” I mumble breathlessly.
He doesn’t answer, just pulls me inside and closes the door behind us. Then his mouth is on mine. Kissing me with long, deep, intoxicating strokes of his magical lips and tongue. His hand cups the back of my head, angling me exactly where he wants me. His tongue slides against mine, and I melt. God, why does this man taste so freaking good?
His other hand slides down my body. Over my waist, my hip, then down the front of my jeans. I gasp into his mouth as his fingers work the button open, then the zipper down.
“Zak…” I try to pull back, but he follows me, kissing me deeper, wonderfully toe-tingling.
His hand slides into my jeans and my panties. Finding me wet and ready. Fuck, why am I always so fucking ready for him?I feel my pussy contracting, my clit throbbing. My breasts feel heavy, my nipples hard and achy. I want him so bad. So freaking bad…
“Fuck, wifey,” he growls against my lips. “You feel amazing.”
His fingers slide through my engorged folds, circle my clit, roll and pinch it, gliding up and down my drenched slit. I whimper into his mouth, my hands clutching his massive shoulders.
His mouth moves to my neck, sucking and biting my sensitive skin, making me shake in his powerful arms with combined pleasure and ravaging desire. Fucking marking me, making me his without even having fucked me yet.
“You gonna come home with me?” he rasps against my skin.
I shake my head, even as my hips rock against his hand, letting out a weak, “No.”
