Page 26 of Herding Cat

“Do you want to take off your jeans, or shall I?” he asked softly.

Her eyes widened.

“They do need to come off, you know.”

She frowned and smacked him, but not hard. “I know that.” And then she sat up and wriggled them off. When she flopped back down on the bed, she covered her eyes with her arm.

He studied her belly. It was perfect and flat, but a long scar tracked across it. A silly thing to be self-conscious about, but he understood. He bent his head and kissed it. Scudded his palm over the velvet expanse. “Lovely,” he murmured.

“It’s not lovely,” she muttered under her breath.

He ignored her, shifting down and down, until her crotch was close to his face. He drew in a deep breath. And ah. Arousal.

He looked at her, allowing his hunger and need to burn through his expression. And then he hooked his thumbs in her panties and slid them off.

She watched as he opened her with his thumbs and lapped.

It was a dizzying sample. Her juice was fragrant and sweet, thick and viscous and screaming her arousal. She was ready now, but he would give her more.

He took her sweet clit between his lips and suckled her.

She gave a howl and thrust up into him.

He’d been going to ask if she liked that, but the point was probably moot. Instead, he set out to destroy her, in the most pleasant way.

She allowed him to tease and torment her for some time, digging her nails into his shoulders and occasionally crying out commands. He did his best to comply, but frankly, his brain was not cooperating.

Pleasuring her was all he could think about, all he could do, all he was.

He felt her climax approach. A tightening of her muscles, a shiver, a gasp, and he eased his fingers inside—

Holy fuck, she was tight. And hot. So slick.

His mouth watered.

A sudden surge of savagery consumed him and he lurched up from the bed.

“Where are you going?” she wailed. Her eyes were wide, limned with tears. “Where are you going?”

He didn’t respond. No time. No brain function. He went to his suitcase and proceeded to ransack it, tossing out everything he found that wasn’t a condom.

Shit.

Where the fuck had he left them?

Ah! There they were.

Like a triumphant warrior returning home with a kill that would feed his tribe all winter, he flourished the foil packet.

She gaped at it.

Horror flickered over her expression. “Oh, damn. I completely forgot.”

He nearly had too, but he wasn’t admitting it now.

Because there was no time.

He ripped the packet with his teeth and pulled out the condom, rolling it on with shaking fingers.