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“Think I’m going to take a nap,” I announced.
He gestured to the queen-sized bed. “All yours. Unless that’s your way of saying you’d like some company.” He waggled his eyebrows.
“No way. Those forums aren’t going to check themselves. Chop, chop.”
I settled in for a well-deserved nap, only a little bit disappointed with myself that I hadn’t accepted his offer. I took off my shoes and socks and left them neatly at the foot of the bed. The sweater came off too; I had a tank top underneath. Then, I snuck my bra off from under my tank. I’d never been able to sleep with a bra on, ever. I tucked it into my folded sweater and climbed under the sheets.
I was exhausted, but when I closed my eyes, they popped back open a few seconds later. Despite desperately needing sleep, I was too wired. I tucked the down comforter a little tighter around myself, hoping it would help, and it did, a little.
Until the clicking started.
Click. Click. Click-click-click. Click.
I knew Mateo had to do his work. And it wasn’t like he was being loud on purpose or anything. I was just hyper-sensitive right now. I tried to ignore it.
I couldn’t. Every press of the keys and tap of the mouse got louder and louder in my head, until I finally shoved the blankets off myself with a frustrated sigh. Mateo looked up from his work.
“Can’t sleep?”
“No, but I’m so tired.” I knew I was sounding whiny, but I didn’t care.
“Here, let me help you.” He got up and started kicking his shoes off, setting them next to mine.
Then his pants came off too. I stared slack-jawed at the sizable package now only hidden by the thin layer of his briefs. He’d tossed his jacket over the back of the chair he’d been sitting on, but still had his tank top on as he climbed into the bed. The queen-sized bed suddenly felt like a twin.
Warmth from his body heat suffused me. I kept thinking about our kiss again and the way his fingers had tangled in my hair and his lips had claimed mine. Lust tickled my belly.
“I’m not complaining, because you’re nice and warm”—more like hot as Hades—“but how is this going to help me sleep?”
“Trust me.” His warm breath tickled the shell of my ear. “You were right about me being part cat. And you know what cats like to do…”
“What’s that?”
“We like to lick.”
He brushed his nose down my cheek and all I had as a warning was a soft, sexy growl before his lips were on mine. I met them with an open mouth. My body started to ignite as he claimed my mouth with his. His hands were all over me, touching and exploring everywhere. I moaned into his mouth and clutched at the firm muscles of his arms.
He moved to cover me, wedging his knees between mine. I took a breath, trying to rein in my uncontrolled desire, but all I managed to do was breathe in his spicy, masculine scent, which drove my need higher. This was crazy. So out of control. I’d never felt like this before. Not with my college boyfriend, who shall remain nameless. Not with any of the flings I’d had since.
It felt so right, and I didn’t want to fight it. Instead, I rolled my hips and pressed myself against the hard package that was now brushing against my front and thighs. Mateo’s lips left mine and I whimpered from the loss, but he was already kissing a trail down my neck, starting a series of little fires as he went. He shoved my tank top up and cupped my breasts in his hands.
“So beautiful,” he murmured.
He bent his head to my breasts and lavished the tops of them with kisses and licks. His tongue had a strange texture, a little rougher than I’d expected, but not as rough as a real cat’s. It was extremely pleasurable. The roughness added something more, ratcheting my need even hotter, especially when his tongue brushed over my nipples.
I gasped at the lightning bolt of lust that shot from my nipples down to my pussy from his touch. He focused on just one nipple, his mouth covering it, and his tongue swirling over the tip. I sucked in a breath, sliding my fingers through his hair, and arched my back, thrusting my breast further into his mouth.
I wanted more. So much more. Closing my eyes, I explored the muscles of his neck, shoulders and upper back, marveling at how strong and powerful they were.
He moved over to the other side, making sure both my ladies were thoroughly loved before moving down my body. As his hands trailed over my curves, I felt something drag down my skin, pointed and sharp but not uncomfortably so. It was an erotic feeling.
So he did have claws. The illusion spell had shown normal human hands. Whatever Mateo was, normal-handed he was not. Interesting.
He caught the waistband of my leggings and underwear and pulled them down my legs. My leggings didn’t tear, though, so his claws must be retractable. Good to know.
Then he was between my legs, wedging his broad shoulders between my knees. He slid a hand under my ass and lifted me up, shoving a spare pillow underneath my bum. He squeezed my ass and I felt it again: that erotic pinch of pain from something sharp.
I tangled my hands into his hair again; he did have marvelous hair. Claws? A mane? Was he a lion shifter stuck mid-shift? That would explain why he would choose to wear an illusion spell. I’d have to remember to check later, but right now, my body was on fire and I needed him to put out the flames. I guided his head lower, past my belly button. If he stopped now, I thought I’d die.
