Here Kitty, Kitty! Page 32


Now here he lay. Between her thighs. Completely naked. The only thing between him and her amazingly hot pussy, a pair of denim shorts he could tear off in seconds. And, of course, his dick decided at that moment to stand up and say “hey.”

Great. Now she’d never trust him. Stupid, stupid hillbilly!

Angie stared up at him. A range of emotions passing over her face. Anger. Distrust. Fear. Then a shudder passed through her body. He knew he should move. Get off her. But he wanted her to tell him to go. He needed her to tell him to go.

But she didn’t.

First, her fingers moved deeper into his hair, tightening the strands around them. Then, using him as leverage, she pulled herself up until their mouths were barely centimeters apart. So close their breath mingled and he realized she’d begun panting. Soft, quiet little pants.

“Angie,” he whispered against her mouth. She gave the tiniest whimper, then her lips touched his.

He should hold back. He really should… but he didn’t. He couldn’t. Not with the sweetest mouth God ever created at his disposal.

Nik kissed her back. Hard. He used one arm to pull her flat against him. The other he braced flat against the floor to keep them right where they were. He didn’t want anything breaking this spell.

He slid his tongue past her teeth and rubbed it against the inside of her mouth. She shuddered again, and her tongue touched his. He groaned and sucked the sweet muscle into his own mouth. He wanted to taste her. Wanted to know what that tongue of hers could do.

He settled the weight of his lower body against her and, in response, she spread her legs wider.

It suddenly hit him. She wanted him. Holy hell! She wanted him as much as he wanted her. He forced himself to remain calm. He wasn’t going to blow this. He rocked his hips into her and she rewarded him with a groan. He slid the hand that held her up under her T-shirt, rubbing her back in slow circles. She didn’t try and pull away, instead, it made her hotter. He could smell her desire. Feel the way her entire body pulsated at his touch.

There were so many things he wanted to do to her, he didn’t even know where to begin. She held herself against him with her arms. So, he dragged his fingers around her back and across her flesh until he hit the lace of her bra. He snapped the clasp at the front and moved that damn annoying piece of material out of his way. His hand molded itself to her breast and squeezed.

She finally pulled her mouth away from his, but only to let out a soft groan as her head fell back.

He couldn’t stand it anymore. He lowered them both the floor. He needed both hands for this. For her.

Lowering his head, he pushed her T-shirt up, and ran his tongue over and around her nipple, loving the feel of it against the sensitive muscle. He played with it at first, making her crazy. She gripped his head hard and tried to force his mouth on her while her entire body squirmed beneath his. But he kept playing with her for as long as he could handlewhich, to be very honest, wasn’t very long. He finally needed her in his mouth as much as she needed him to be there.

He held her nipple between his teeth, holding it still while his tongue teased it a few more times. Then he sucked on it.

Angie’s whole body jerked, her back arching off the floor. “God, Nik!”

She said his name. His real name. And he knew, based on her body’s reactions, he could make her come by doing what he was doing. And he wanted to make her come. He needed to feel her fly apart beneath him.

She would, too. He was going to make sure of it.

“Nikolai?” He frowned. He just got her to use Nik, he somehow doubted she was ready to dive into his Christian name. “Nikolai, darlin’? Could you tell me where that sweet little girl is at?”

His head snapped up in time to see his mother come swinging around the couch.

“Holy fuck!” Angie scrambled out from under him, yanking her shirt down. “I…uh…” She glanced between mother and son. Then, with a groan of pure embarrassment, she bolted. Over the couch and out the door. Kind of like a gazelle.

Still lying stomach down on the floor, Nik reached up and grabbed a blanket from the couch. He snatched it down and covered his ass with it.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Ah, ah, ah. Don’t talk to your mother that way. I know I raised you better than that.” His mother nodded toward the door. “I’m here to see Angelina. I need to talk to her. So why don’t you go get her.”

Through gritted teeth, “I can’t exactly get up right now.”

His mother cleared her throat, but she couldn’t hide that damn smile. “I see. Well, why don’t I wait in the kitchen and when you’re ready, send her my way.”

“You’re not leavin’?” Damn, did his voice actually crack on that question?

“No. I’m not. So get yourself together there, boy.” She headed toward the door, muttering, but he could make out every word.

“I swear. One second you’re like me and the next…you’re like your daddy.”

***

Angie couldn’t move. She just stood there. Her head resting on the door, her hands braced against the hard wood. She’d torn into her room and slammed the door after her. She laid her head against it, trying to get herself under some kind of control. But that wouldn’t be happening anytime soon. Not when her clit kept pulsating like that. Over and over. Thump. Thump. Thump.

She knew what it wanted. It wanted her to get her fat ass back downstairs and finish what the hillbilly started. But she couldn’t. His mother had walked in on them. For the first time in her entire life, she felt like a teenager. She never felt that way before, even when she was one. His mother had found them on third base and rounding into home.

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