My Cat Burglar Page 4

  Uneasy still, her focus shifted to his mouth. His sensual lips curled as they drew nearer to hers. Just sex, she told herself. She sucked in a breath, her heart thudding faster. Then their lips touched, a subtle brushing. A shiver shot through Laura, a sense of excitement that scared her. It had never been this way, so hot and intense, not even during the initial days of her fling with Mike. Warmth suffused her body as Jonno pressed her farther into the mattress.

  “I enjoy kissing you,” he whispered against her lips.

  The brush of their naked chests shot a jolt of electricity clear to her toes. A fine sheen of sweat bloomed on her skin when he took the kiss deeper. His tongue pushed into her mouth at the corner, igniting nerve endings and making her think of the sexual act. She shivered, and with a sigh wrapped her arms around him, giving in to the urges clamoring inside, his solid weight welcome and desirable. Magic, she thought. Definitely magic.

  Jonno continued to kiss her, rubbing their lips together and using the perfect amount of pressure. Warm, wet suction drew her bottom lip into his mouth, yet he never overwhelmed her with too much tongue or too much moisture. Perfect. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung, turning her head to the side to let him nuzzle her neck. For a moment she considered his dual nature before letting her trepidation disperse. He held her with care, not using brute force but offering pleasure, each move slow, as if he didn’t want to frighten her.

  “I love your scent. Sexy. Very enticing.” He trailed a line of kisses across her jaw before nibbling at her earlobe. Sensation spiraled down, and when she shifted her body weight, a trickle of moisture seeped from her pussy, dampening her panties. He kissed her neck, pausing to lick as he reached the fleshy part where neck and shoulder met. His tongue lapped back and forth across the same spot.

  “Jonno,” she whispered, a moan falling from her lips as he used a hint of teeth.

  Her thighs clamped together briefly before she melted into him, pliant and open to his desires, her disquiet gone, shoved aside by the growing heat and madness suffusing her body. If he kept this up, kindling her pleasure, he could do anything he wanted.

  “Please. Please.” Laura pushed her neck against his mouth, unsure of what she wanted, only knowing he could satisfy the yearnings, the need roaring through her body.

  His tongue rasped across the spot again, the surface rough and abrasive, calling up shivers of extreme pleasure. Silently, she pushed into him, encouraging him to repeat the move. He did—a lash of moist tongue and the faint scrape of teeth.

  “That feels so good,” she murmured, her voice thick with pleasure.

  Jonno jerked away, his gleaming chest rising and falling as if he’d run a race. “Damn, I didn’t realize it’d be so hard to stop. I’m having trouble holding my feline at bay.”

  Laura’s gaze glided across his chest and lower to his straining cock. Thankfully, his shaft seemed normal despite his large proportions. If he were about to change back into a cat, she couldn’t see it. She licked her lips, her palms fair tingling with the need to touch his chest.

  “What do you mean?” Probably best if she didn’t use her imagination at this point.

  “When a feline shifter finds his or her mate they have an urge to mark them. The mark acts as an anchor.”

  “So what is it?”

  “I bite you on the neck until you bleed. My saliva mixes with your blood and a small scar will form.” Jonno cupped her face with his hands. His expression stalled her heartbeat for an instant—full of longing and passion, yet with a primitive power that called to her. Despite knowing little of him, she wanted to bare her neck and let him mark her. The urge pulsated through her, tempting and powerful. Her pussy clenched while her breasts throbbed and her mind yearned for more.

  “I want to mark you so bad,” he admitted. “Except it’s not the right thing to do.”

  Laura opened her mouth to speak, and he placed his fingers across her lips.

  “I want you, never doubt that. I have never wanted a woman the way I want you right now. Instead I’ll make love to you, and we’ll use condoms so there’s no chance of pregnancy.”

  “I’m on the Pill.” She frowned. “Why? Would I have kittens?” Laura couldn’t contain her horror at the thought. And she’d thought a barbed cock was bad.

  Jonno chuckled. “No kittens. Any children we have will appear human, but they’ll be able to shift to feline. You—you’ll have to observe while we play in cat form. Laura, I’m sure of what I want for my future—from the moment I saw you. I want you to have time, to think about what it will mean mating with me.”

  “Pardon?”

  “I want to spend my days and nights with you, make love, and we could even catch the cat burglars. I want you to get to know me better, to learn the little things, my good and bad points. What do you say?”

  Laura recalled her past, the mistakes she’d made with men. It was true she’d acted impulsively in the past and had suffered for it. Hell, tonight rated as impetuous. After a couple more seconds, she nodded. “Friends first and see what happens?”

  “I know what’s gonna happen,” Jonno drawled. “My mind is made up on the situation. We’re discussing you, not me.”

  “Friends and lovers,” she said.

  “Friends and lovers.” Jonno’s mouth lifted in satisfaction. With a final glance at the creamy skin of her marking site, he shifted his attention to her breasts. They tingled. Her mouth went dry at the yearning in his expression. Desire. Pure and simple. It pushed aside the inhibitions that had returned during their discussion, bringing a surge of wetness between her thighs.

  He traced a finger down her cleavage and around one breast, leaving a path of fire in its wake. She swallowed, her breathing harsh.

  “You’re beautiful, Laura. I love your breasts.” He weighed one in his hand, his palm rough against her sensitive flesh while he learned her shape. Hazel eyes glittered, and a purr erupted, a tinge of heat showing in his cheeks.

  “Use your mouth,” she whispered.

  “Good idea. Tell me what you want, what you need to make this good.” His face shone with sincerity, making her feel treasured and needed. Important. A partner instead of a mere participant. He rasped his tongue across the curve of one breast before moving his mouth to lick around her areola. The texture of his tongue differed from Mike’s—rougher and more abrasive. “Like this?”

  The tip of his tongue, dragged across her skin, sent tiny electrical currents skating along her nerve endings while the flat brought warmth.

  “Yes.” She burrowed her hands into his hair and clasped him closer in silent encouragement. Instead of upping the pace, he took his time, savoring and learning her responses.

  Once again Mike slipped into her mind—deceitful bastard. He’d been about speed because he’d needed to get home to the little wife—not that she’d known at the time. Laura pushed the man from her mind. Past history. She’d learned and moved on, determined never to make the same mistake.

  Her fingers slipped through Jonno’s hair, pads massaging his scalp while she gave in to the sinful pleasure of his talented mouth and hands. “Yes, perfect.”

  Without haste, he stirred pleasure, taking her higher and giving her a hint as to what would come. His mouth contained magic, shooting heated arrows the length of her body.

  “Jonno. Oh! That feels so good.” She arched, lifting into his touch and finally he closed his mouth around one nipple. With a seductive rhythm, he sucked and frissons of excitement streamed to her clit. One callused hand crept across her belly and she willed it to move lower, stirring restlessly in silent encouragement. A finger traced along the elastic band of her panties, and a shiver swept her body.

  “You have a talented tongue,” she whispered.

  Jonno lifted his head, the relish in his hazel eyes inviting a smile. “Wait until I get to the good bits. I bet you’ll taste spicy.”

  “Now?” she asked with clear hope, a shiver of pleasure skating her body at the thought of his tongue ru
nning the length of her slit, probing and teasing her clit. “Now would be perfect.”

  He chuckled, the rich sound reverberating through her body and making her beam widen. “Not the first time. My control is nil. I need to fuck you a couple of times just to take off the edge. Babe, I’m not sure if I can go slow this time. I promise to make it up to you.”

  Each of his breaths sounded more and more catlike, and for a moment, she thought she saw actual canine teeth. Luckily, a slow blink dispersed the vision, or perhaps it was because he’d closed his mouth. His words should have scared her and irritated her since she had as much right to climax as him. Instead, she thrilled to the knowledge of the power she held over him.

  “Take me,” she said, sure and confident even though her experience with Mike should have made her wary. And for all she knew, he’d split her asunder with his cock. Nah, an overactive imagination. Besides, if Emily knew his true feline identity and wasn’t one herself, possibly her husband… Emily hadn’t appeared in fear of her life.

  “Are you sure? You’re not going to get pissed at me later if I last about two seconds and fall asleep?”

  A burst of laughter filled the room. “Is that what you’ll do? Fall asleep? Because that will get old fast. I could stay in my bedroom and get myself off just as easy, if that were the case.”

  Jonno stood, at ease with his nakedness. He smirked and gripped his cock with one hand, pumping it in a lazy motion. “I could get myself off, except it’s not as much fun.”

  Laura couldn’t stop her amusement bubbling to the surface. “We won’t know until we try. You’d better grab a condom and show me action.”

  Jonno moved so fast she blinked. The crinkle of the condom wrapper sounded as he opened the packet. He unrolled the latex onto his erect cock and turned to her in one smooth move. Laura lifted her hips and started to peel her panties down her legs. He stopped her with a hand on her abdomen.

  “Let me.” He ran his finger along the elastic waistband again, wringing a gasp from her. Her stomach muscles trembled as she met his intense scrutiny.

  “For someone who is in a hurry, you’re moving awfully slow.”

  “Complaints already? That doesn’t bode well for the future.”

  They didn’t have a future. Despite the driving need to spend time with Jonno, she doubted this fated-mate shit. She’d play along even though she didn’t believe in love at first sight. Lust—yes. Her sexual urges were always getting her in trouble. A flaw in her character. She met his direct stare with one of her own. “I need sex. Please don’t go slow on my account.”

  He scrutinized her for a long, drawn-out moment before giving a clipped nod. The laughter faded from his face, and with another quick move, he ripped her panties away from her body.

  Laura’s mouth opened to protest until she saw his expression and any thought of words died. Hunger. Determination. Erotic fear lashed her mind. What had she done? The tight cast of his features and the feral gleam, the elongated pupils of his eyes reminded her of his alien nature. Part man and part cat. Surely he wouldn’t hurt her?

  “Last chance,” he whispered in a dark voice, as if he could read her mind.

  Laura just stared, flinching as he parted her legs. He drew a lone finger the length of her cleft. A strum of his finger across her clit told her she still wanted him, or at least her body did, even if her mind wasn’t with the program. Before she could second-guess herself, she inclined her head.

  “Good girl,” he said, his voice ringing with approval as he moved over her. “Normally, if we were mating, I’d fuck you from behind. Right now this is better.”

  Laura signaled compliance by spreading her legs, worry edging into her mind. With his veiled hints of feline behavior, he was doing a great job of building her nerves.

  Jonno lined up his cock and pushed into her with one seamless thrust. Her eyelids drifted closed as he pushed inside, concentrating on the glide of his cock, tunneling and parting sensitive tissues. The first stroke. Wow. Always the best. Her breath eased out when he paused, fully seated. God, he was huge, stretching her to capacity, the weight of his large body covering her—perfect. She gripped his shoulders and pressed a kiss to one bulging biceps.

  The kiss seemed to act as a signal and he stroked his cock in and out of her pussy. Each thrust plunged into her smoothly, without a shred of hesitation—a man going for gold. She curled her fingers into his hard, masculine contours and held on, letting him take what he wanted. Her inner muscles contracted around his cock and familiar low pressure gathered.

  “Laura,” he said on a groan, increasing the pace of his strokes.

  The scent of his soap filled her nostrils along with the distinct aroma of sex. The sounds of fucking increased, and she could feel her wetness, how much her body needed this. Beneath her fingers, his sweat-dampened skin gave off powerful heat until she burned both inside and out.

  She nipped at his earlobe and he went crazy, pounding into her body, not getting the angle right with his digging strokes.

  He grunted. “Damn, I need this so bad. Need you, Laura.”

  Arching her hips, she strained to get the stimulation she needed. Her orgasm shimmered just out of reach as he pistoned his hips a final time, his big body convulsing with the force of his release. His cock pulsed and he groaned, freezing, fully impaled while he rode out his climax.

  Disappointed and aching for fulfillment, she hid her face against his neck, biting her lip to hold back her complaints. After all, he’d warned her. His body surrounded her, becoming heavy while heat seared into her. She struggled, trying to draw a breath.

  Jonno must have realized because he shifted his weight, moving enough to stare at her face.

  “Aw, babe. You’re disappointed.” He pressed a tender kiss to her mouth, making it slow and easy until craving prickled through her again. She ached and moved a fraction, to no avail.

  “You warned me,” she said, tears inexplicably flooding her eyes.

  “I did, but I’m not a total bastard.” He pulled out of her and stood to deal with the condom before returning to her side. Moving down her body, he parted her legs, openly studying the swollen folds of her pussy.

  “Jonno!”

  “What?”

  “It’s not polite to stare.”

  “You’re so pretty, and you gave me so much pleasure.” His lips curved into a sexy grin. “Actually, it was fuckin’ incredible, and now that I have better control, I’ll return the favor.”

  Laura glanced at his cock and wrinkled her nose with clear doubt. “Are you sure about that control? You seem to be rising to the occasion again.”

  “Shush,” he whispered. “We’ll get this right soon.” He pushed his hands under her bottom and lifted her to his mouth. One long, luscious stroke of his tongue shut her up. Pleasure fired to life again, and she relaxed, deciding that this might work. He slipped a finger into her, filling the emptiness while he licked and nibbled. He teased her until intense bursts of heat swirled from her clit. Her eyes fluttered closed and her other senses rushed to fill the void. She heard his breathing and the noisy lap of his tongue as he collected her juices, smelled his musky scent and the spicy tang of sex. The feelings…they cascaded through her, growing and layering one on top of another. His raspy tongue. The friction of his finger stroking her internally.

  “Jonno,” she wailed, balanced on a precipice of pleasure.

  He pushed a second finger into her and intensified his assault on her clit, using direct strokes instead of grazing the hard nubbin. Her heart lurched as she strained for release.

  “Harder,” she demanded.

  Luckily he meant what he said about direction. He increased the pressure on her clit. A bolt of liquid fire started at the point where he stroked, quickly gaining in mass, spreading out and shooting to her legs and up her torso. A strained groan squeezed past her lips, the clench of her channel squeezing his fingers in a series of hard spasms as her body exploded in pleasure.

  She groaned, swimm
ing in the aftermath of the fiery pleasure until the waves decreased and receded. Wow! She sucked in a hasty breath, her heart still thudding erratically. Never had she experienced such intense pleasure. How was it possible?

  Gradually, Jonno reduced his strokes over her clit and removed his fingers from her. “Are you okay?” He sounded worried.

  Laura forced heavy eyelids open. “Wow. Thank you.”

  Relief showed on his face followed by a smile. “Why don’t we start over and do that again? We might even get our timing closer. What do you say?”

  “Do you have rocks in your head?”

  “No.” His reply sounded a trifle uncertain.

  “For sex like that I’d do anything. Anytime, anyplace, Jonno. Just say the word.”

  Chapter Four

  Jonno woke in the early hours of the morning, wrapped around Laura. He breathed in her scent and satisfaction filled him. His mate. Knowing he’d wake her yet unable to halt the impulse to explore her silky skin, he ran his hand down her bare arm and across her hip. Instant reaction roared through him, his cock lengthening and his feline pushing him to take her again and complete the mating process.

  Damn, she had to be sore since they’d made love several times before falling asleep, none of them gentle. He could give her gentle and loving now, show Laura he wasn’t just a rutting beast. At least he’d imprinted her with his scent. Other shifters would know she belonged to him, despite the lack of a mating mark.

  He leaned over to kiss her, sweeping her brown hair off her cheek and baring her neck. His gaze caressed the curves and angles, lingering on the place where he’d mark her. Soon, he hoped, wondering how long this courtship might take. He was impatient now that he knew what he wanted. She moaned, drawing a smile from him. His mate.

  “Wake up, babe.” He kissed her again, biting her full bottom lip and tasting her. This time he steered clear of the marking site, knowing better than to test himself again. The feline snarled in displeasure. He ignored it, instead concentrating on pleasuring his lady. His fingers tangled in her hair while he drew agonizingly slow circles around one nipple with his tongue. When he glanced up, he caught the flutter of her eyelashes.