Here Kitty, Kitty Excerpt
He couldn’t believe how beautiful this woman was. She wore no makeup, her thick hair still damp and tangled from their roll on the floor, her clothes a simple T-shirt and shorts. Yet to him she was ten times more beautiful than she had been the night before when she’d gotten all fancy. At some point, he’d tell her never to wear makeup again. She didn’t need it. It actually stole some of her natural beauty. And she was a natural.
One of his hands held the blanket. The other reached up to touch her face. She took another step back. Or, at least, she tried to. But the bed got in her way.
Nik waited until she stopped moving, and he lightly touched her cheek. To his surprise, she didn’t swat him away this time. Instead, she closed her eyes and made that sexy little whimpering sound.
“Okay.” Her eyes snapped open and focused on him. “Let’s get this over with.”
“Get what over with?”
“You. Me. Let’s just fuck and get it over with.”
She had to be the most entertaining female he’d ever met in his damn life. Where the hell had she been hidin’? Where all the women in Texas like this?
“What?”
“Look, Hillbilly, I want you. You want me. Let’s just bang this out and go on about our day.”
Nik shook his head slowly. “No.”
She frowned, then nodded in understanding. “I see. You don’t want me.”
“Sugar, you must be kidding.” He grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his cock, the blanket the only thing between them. “Feel that? You did that. You keep doin’ that to me.”
“Oh.” She stared down at where her hand connected with his body. Then those beautiful brown eyes snapped up to his. “So what’s the problem?”
“There will be no banging out anything.” He stepped even closer to her. “When we do this — and we will do this — I don’t plan to rush a goddamn thing. We’re not something to ‘get over with’.”
She stared up at him, brown eyes wide, “We’re not?”
Since she seemed quite content to keep a healthy hold on his growing erection, he moved his hand back up to her cheek. He brushed the smooth skin with the tips of his fingers-and she let him.
“Nope. We’re not. We’re going to take this slow and easy, Sugar.”
“We are?”
He pressed his body against hers, her hand caught between them. “Oh, yeah. We are.”
“Why?”
And she meant it. She had no idea why he wouldn’t just throw her down on the bed, come, and go on about his day. But Nik had no intention of rushing anything where Angelina Santiago was concerned. This was a woman you savored. Enjoyed. Fucked. Hard, long, and as often as possible.
No. She’d have to forget about “banging out” anything. >[? He had other plans. Bigger plans. And they all involved her coming all over him.
“Because, Sugar — you make me purr.”
