Kat hummed. “Good question. We do have better things to do.”
“Common goals.” Xavier nodded. “I plan to use most of your lube before leaving this house.”
“It’s a good goal,” Kat agreed. “Luckily, I can make more.”
“You make your lube?”
“Would telling you it was my grandmother’s recipe put you off?”
“A bit.” Xavier couldn’t imagine his high society grandmother making lube. “We have completely different types of grandmothers.”
Kat snickered. “I’m sure we did.” He grabbed Xavier’s hand and pulled him down the hall.
Xavier looked at the garments scattered around the room. “Should we take our clothes with us?”
“Nah, they will still be there when we come back.” Kat disregarded the piles in the middle of his floor and dragged him off.
Xavier allowed it because he found it hilarious that his small mate physically tried to move him. He laughed when Kat attempted to push him through the doorway.
“You’re like a mountain,” Kat complained.
“Is that a good or a bad thing?”
“It’s an ‘I better get fitter if I plan on pushing my mate around.’” Kat outrageously batted his eyelashes.
“Honey, you can tell me where you want me, and I’d be happy to comply.” He leered at his sexy kitty.
Kat beamed up at him. “On the bed.” He pointed to it like Xavier couldn’t find it on his own.
“And how do you want me?” He cupped Kat’s erection and bit his shoulder, relishing the fantastic sounds he got.
“I-um-I want you on your back.”
Xavier nipped Kat’s ear. “Sure thing.” He stepped away from his sexy mate using all the self-control years of working under Melcori had gotten him. He sat on the end of the bed and kept eye contact with Kat as he slid until his head met Kat’s pillow.
He didn’t get a chance to ask ‘what next’ before his sweet mate was pressed against him. Kat lay on Xavier from his sternum to his ankles, not tall enough to cover Xavier completely. It was so damn endearing.
“You are amazing,” Kat whispered against his chest. A quick kitten lick across Xavier’s right nipple had him sucking in a breath.
“Keep that up, and it will be you on your back,” he warned.
“I’m open to any position you want.”
Xavier flipped them over without giving Kat a chance to change his mind. He desperately grabbed the lube from its hiding place, noticing for the first time the homemade label. “Your grandmother?”
“You don’t want to know the details she left in her diary.”
“You read your grandmother’s diary?” He didn’t know if he was more appalled or amused.
“That’s where she left her recipes,” Kat protested.
Xavier burst into laughter. He couldn’t catch his breath as he imagined Kat reading about his grandmother’s sex life while trying to copy down the critical information. “That’s hysterical.”
“Glad I can amuse you,” Kat said dryly.
It took him a few more minutes before he could reply. He put the lube on the pillow beside Kat’s head. “Sorry.”
“No, you’re not.” Kat pouted.
