Back to her mouth.
She surrendered to the sensations, letting them roar through her body. Nothing had ever felt this good. Nothing.
His hands flexed on her hips and had her grinding into him.
They both groaned at the contact, and he leaned back to look into her eyes.
She grinned at the desire shining there. Desire that echoed her own. She wasn’t alone. “Again.”
Seth’s quick grin sent her pulse racing, and then he lowered his head and proceeded to destroy her with his lips.
His grip tightened, and he boosted her up until her legs wrapped around him. Before she had time to protest that she would hurt his leg, he set her on the island and moved in even closer.
All without lifting his lips from hers.
Mara kept her legs wrapped around Seth and tugged him closer until she was sure the denim between them would spontaneously combust.
Another growl had her body trembling, and she’d never heard the sounds that slipped from her lips before.
Greed, desire, want.
Love, she was pretty sure love was in there, too.
Instead of letting the thought take hold, Mara ran her hands down his chest, exploring his muscles, while his mouth trailed kisses along her jawline and her neck.
“Chaos.” His low mutter had her smiling. Her body was in absolute chaos as well, the very best kind of chaos.
Suddenly, Seth stiffened and lifted her from the island to set her on the floor before she’d even registered the happy bark.
Boomer. Amber and Gray would be with him.
She and Seth were devouring each other in the middle of their kitchen.
Seth kept his hands on her waist while she tried to yank her mind out of the lust and into the present. She was supposed to be baking.
The door leading to the owner’s suite swung open, and Seth stepped back, turning to whatever he’d been working on.
She kept blinking, trying to reorient her brain. Trembles rocked her system, and her heart raced as if she’d run a marathon. Not that she ran unless she had a bus to catch. Even then, she was usually too slow.
She sucked in a breath as Boomer barked again.
Fritter. Oh no.
Boomer was highly trained, and she doubted he would eat the stray, but she needed to protect her new friend.
Boomer trotted through the door in advance of his humans, eyes alert and searching. He must have smelled the new addition.
Mara forced strength into her legs and moved toward the cat as Boomer spotted him. “Fritter.”
Amber and Gray entered as Boomer reached the cat. Instead of swallowing him in one gulp, the German Shepherd reached down to sniff Fritter. The cat stopped and stared up at the dog, every whisker frozen in place.
As Mara neared them, Boomer sniffed the cat again and then looked over his shoulder at Amber.
That triggered something in Mara’s head. She’d heard Amber use the command when the dog encountered someone new. “Friend, Boomer. He’s a friend. Fritter’s a friend.”
Her voice was pitched at mezzo-soprano octaves, but it couldn’t be helped. She didn’t want her new friend to become breakfast.
Amber’s calm voice repeated Mara’s words. “Boomer. Friend. A cute little cat friend for you.”
