Here Kitty, Kitty! (14 page)

Then she suddenly understood.  Understood what the hell he was up to.

She laughed. 
Crazy fuckin’ hillbilly cat
.

Angie covered her mouth to stop from laughing and stared at him for a good while.  He didn’t move.

He waited for her to make the first move.  She liked that.  It made her feel in control, even though her rational mind knew better.

Leaning over as far as she could without moving her lower body any closer, she carefully slid her hand across his paw.  The pads were rough against her fingers.

So weird.  So freakin’ weird
.

Unable to stay away, she scooted closer to him.  When would she ever get a chance again to be this close to a tiger and not have to worry he’d bite her head off?

She ran her hands over his flank and across his chest.  He closed his eyes and made that puffing noise again. 
That must be his happy noise,
because he looked quite comfortable at the moment.

Angie moved a little closer, until her knees touched his side.  She petted him on his big barrel chest for a few more minutes.  Then she became braver.

“Turn over.”  He obliged immediately and she leaned into him, running her hands over his back and digging into his fur.  She rested against him, taking a big sniff.  Sara did that all the time with her dogs.  She said they had a “puppy smell” she loved.  But she only smelled Nik.  She had to admit, though, she
really
liked how he smelled.

She crawled onto his back, laying face down across the fur.  She stretched her arms out, her fingers rubbing his head and marveled at the fact that her feet didn’t even come close to his tail.  She sat up, her legs straddling his mid-section.

I could ride this motherfucker to Utah.

She slid off his back and crawled forward, grasping one of his paws.  She held it up against her hand.  It completely dwarfed her long fingers.  She smiled.  Oh, yeah.  This had to be one of the coolest things
ever.

His enormous head nuzzled her gently under the chin.  Without even thinking about it, she nuzzled him back.  He puffed air out and then he purred.

“Stand up a sec.”  She wanted to see how tall he stood on all fours.  He pushed himself up and, still smiling, she reached up and ran her hands over his face.  His black markings were so striking, she wondered if they meant anything.  Why did tigers have them?  And the white hair that rested behind his ears as human, now formed perfect circles on the back of his tiger ears.  But why?  All sorts of questions raced through her brain.  Miki-type questions.

He walked forward slowly, nudging her with his head.  She leaned back, resting on her elbows, as he towered over her.  He slowly lowered his head and she reached up with both hands, grasping either side of him.  She let her weight hang off him as she rubbed her fingertips in slow circles through his fur and his eyes closed.

She became so lost in what he allowed her to do, it took her a minute to realize he’d begun to lower himself onto her.  The thought of seven hundred pounds of tiger flesh, sitting on her size-twelve body did not give her ease.  But before she could go screaming into full-blown panic, Nik shifted again.  Just like that.  He went from tiger to man in a few seconds, and suddenly Nik the man was on top of her.  Specifically between her legs, his gold eyes burning into hers.

His arms braced on either side of her body, he didn’t attempt to bring himself any lower.  Instead, he waited for her to once again make the first move.

***

Damn.  He didn’t mean to shift like that.  This exercise in touching was supposed to last until she became completely comfortable with him, but hopefully before she had to return to her people.  But he never expected her to respond so immediately or eagerly to him as tiger.  And having her hands all over his fur, only made him yearn for those hands on his flesh.

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 handle which, 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.

She took a deep breath, but it went in shaky.  Like she’d run for her life.  Hell, maybe she had.  The poor rodeo clown received a full-on bitch slap when he tried to hold her hand in public.  The look of horror he gave her still stuck in her mind.  But Nik had been all over her and she didn’t care.

In fact, she still didn’t care.  The only thing she cared about was that goddamn thumping.

Thump.  Thump.  Thump
.

Really, who knew a clit could make that kind of racket?  Christ, could the neighbors hear?

Could his mother?

A soft knock at the door almost had her diving out the window.

“Angie, Sugar.  Open the door.”

She almost screamed, “Are you fuckin’ nuts?”  But, instead, she took another shaky deep breath, pulling the door open.

The hillbilly stood there.  A brown blanket wrapped around his hips.

“Can I come in?”

She was staying in his house and he was asking her if he could come in.

Only in the South
.

Angie nodded, not sure if she could create an intelligent sentence if she decided to speak, and stepped away from the door.  She went and sat down on her bed, then jumped back up again.

Sitting on bed… not good.

Nik closed the door and slowly walked over to her.  When she stepped back, he stopped.

“You okay?”

She finally spoke, unable to hold it in any longer.  “In less than twenty-four hours, your mother has seen me break a man’s nose, hit him with a chair, and molest her son.  No, I’m not okay.”

Grinning, he took a step toward her.  She jumped back, slamming into the bed.  She held her arm up.  “Stay!”

He laughed.  “Aw, Sugar.  That only works with dogs.”  Then he was right there.  Right in front of her.  She put her hands down at her sides to prevent herself from rubbing that amazing body all over.

“It’s not a big deal.  Really.  My momma don’t care.”

“I do.  That woman probably thinks I’m a whore.  A dangerous, psychotic whore.”

“Naw.  Daddy has twenty-eight stitches where momma mauled him one time.  Trust me.  In my family, this is nothin’.”

***

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’?  Were 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.”