Cats Meow (2 page)

Rebecca worried her bottom lip between her
teeth and he sucked in a harsh breath. He read her as if she were an open book,
laid bare for his examination.

“Damn, baby. That’s so fucking sexy. You’ve
got me so hard. I can’t stop picturing your mouth stretched wide around my
cock.”

Their waitress rudely dropped the check
folder near their joined hands. Dismissing Rebecca’s presence, the girl
addressed Micah in one last-ditch attempt to gain his attention. His gaze never
wavered from Rebecca’s.

“If you’re sure there’s nothing else you
want, I’ll take that to the cashier when you’re ready.”

He released Rebecca long enough to toss
some money on the table then moved around to her chair and held out his hand.

“Are you ready?”

If she passed up a night in his arms, she’d
spend the rest of her life kicking herself.

Rebecca tossed caution to the wind and
seized the opportunity. One night of hot, reckless abandon before returning to
her real life. For one night, she could set aside years of discipline and
ironclad control. Give in and experience true passion.

She nodded. “Oh yes.”

She was more than ready.

Chapter Two

Throughout the evening he had caught
glimpses of the fiery passion Rebecca kept locked up tight, covered by the
pretense of a prim and serious businesswoman. But the second he kicked the
hotel room door closed and they were alone the protective smoke screen
surrounding Rebecca Southerby evaporated, along with his plans for a
sophisticated seduction.

While she may be a lady in public, it
turned out that in private she was every red-blooded man’s wet dream—a sexual
siren.

She pulled the pins from her dark hair and
shook her head, sending a riot of silken waves tumbling to her waist. With her
hair down the lights revealed hints of red and gold he hadn’t noticed before.

Micah sucked in a harsh breath as in one
graceful glide, she dropped to her knees. Watching him from beneath thick
lashes, Becca licked her lips and reached for his pants. His belt buckle
offered no resistance to deft fingers. A flick of her wrist opened the fastener
then she tugged on the zipper.

A feminine hum of appreciation as she
dragged the material down his legs made his cock jerk against the confinement
of his boxer-briefs. Following her lead, he lifted one foot, then the other,
and she slipped off his shoes.

Short, manicured nails scraped a light,
tingling path over his legs. When she reached his hips, she paused and leaned
forward, pressing soft lips to his cloth-covered erection. The stream of warm
air heated his entire body, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out on his skin.

“Jesus, baby!”

The carnal grin that spread across her red
lips had his knees shaking. Her fingers slid under the waistband and she pulled
the soft cotton over his hips. Eager for more of her attention, his cock bobbed
and a slick pearl of cum beaded at the slit. Slender fingers encircled his
shaft, rasped over sensitive flesh as she stroked from base to crown, finally
breaking eye contact to take a good, long look at his cock.

“I’m so hungry,” she whispered.

God yes!

Taking his balls into her other palm, she
rolled the taut sac and continued the slow strokes along his shaft. He longed
to bury his fists in her hair, directing her mouth to his needy flesh. Through
sheer force of will, he held the urge in check, fisting his hands at his sides
instead. As her hot tongue trailed along an engorged vein he couldn’t prevent
the involuntary thrust of his hips. Her soft lips and tongue glided over his
length, kissing and licking. Fingers touching. Destroying him.

Perspiration slicked his body, which shook
in anticipation as her mobile mouth moved higher, her tongue tracing a
scorching path around the sensitive ridge. She lapped at the underside of the
crown and he moaned, causing her to focus on the responsive spot. His legs
almost gave out as she nipped at the tender spot. Her tongue snaked out to ease
the slight pain then delved into his slit.

“Sweet Jesus.” His breathing turned rough,
choppy.

She had yet to take him into her mouth and
the torment was killing him. He certainly hadn’t expected she’d be so
uninhibited and skilled. Micah didn’t know how much more excruciating pleasure
he could take. Slickened with her saliva, the cool air in the room added to the
amazing sensations. The wicked temptress laughed as he struggled just to
breathe. Hungry green eyes watched him as her pouty lips hovered over the tip
of his cock. After what was surely an eternity, her lips slowly parted and
descended.

Unable to take any more visual stimulus,
Micah banged his head against the door and his eyes rolled upward to stare at
the plain white ceiling. He found the view safer for his sanity, right up until
she sucked him into the silken heat of her mouth.

“Oh Christ, baby.”

Unhurried, she suckled the head. Her wicked
tongue flicked at the explosive area she’d discovered earlier and Micah came
close to detonating. His balls tensed against her palm as a damp finger slid
along his perineum. She sucked him deeper and mumbled, creating vibrations that
surged through him.

His restraint snapped. Micah’s fingers
delved into her lustrous hair, flexing and clenching against her scalp. With
her firm breasts and torso pressed tight against his thighs, he felt the
sensual shivers racking her slender frame.

Good, she was as affected as him.

Her greedy mouth consumed him, tongue
lashing his flesh as her lips tightened. Becca sucked hard and took him to the
back of her throat.

“Fuck yeah, baby. Take it all.” His
strained voice sounded raspy.

She didn’t fall into a predictable rhythm,
keeping him on edge by changing her motions often. One moment she massaged his
balls and her lips slowly dragged over his length. The next she plunged fast,
swallowing around the head of his cock and twisting her fingers at the base.

He stared down at her, panting and
thrusting his hips, concentrating to keep his fingers loose in her hair,
following her lead instead of trying to direct her movements.

“Becca—” he warned. “I’m close.”

She hollowed her cheeks, sucked his cock
with voracious hunger. That damn finger slid farther back, circled his anus.
When her fingertip breached the tight pucker he was history. His balls clenched
and sizzling-hot jets of cum surged through his cock.

Her throat convulsed, drawing out his
climax. She drank him down and then licked him all over, searching out every
last drop before finally releasing his spent flesh.

Jesus!
She’d
sucked the very breath from his lungs. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. He
felt weak as a baby and barely managed to keep himself from sliding down the
door.

Wow, now that was hot!

And what an ego boost. It sure explained
why some women loved giving blowjobs. Rebecca had never felt more powerful or
sure of her sexual prowess. She was almost giddy.

Her previous lovers hadn’t brought out this
side of her personality. She hadn’t even known it existed, regardless of her
vivid fantasies. Imagine that, she had an inner porno babe who’d been waiting
thirty-two years for someone to set her free.

Ouch!
There
was a downside though. Her knees ached from kneeling for so long. Probably had
indentations from the carpet in her skin too. This inner-slut thing may not be
all it’s cracked up to be. And she had no idea of proper post-blowjob
etiquette. What was she supposed to do now?

She glanced up at Micah. He looked like a
sprinter after running a marathon—sweaty and ready to collapse. Although still
a rather impressive size, his cock had deflated and hung limp along his leg
while her body hummed with sexual want. Her nipples ached, her clit throbbed
and slick arousal coated her thighs.

She needed to fuck!

Typical damn man. All that mattered was
he’d gotten his rocks off. Now he’d crawl into bed, go to sleep and snore
louder than a chain saw, leaving her to her own devices.

What a buzz kill.

Rebecca used a nearby chair to steady
herself as she rose. Sure enough, her knees bore an interesting pattern of red
depressions from kneeling on the carpet. Lovely!

“Well, umm…” Damn, she had no idea what to
say. So much for making a graceful exit. “This was…nice. I should be going. Got
an early—”

“Going?” Micah frowned, his expression
turned hard and uncompromising. “Nuh-uh, baby. We’re just getting started.
Don’t shut down on me and hide all that fire again. All that passion.”

She almost looked around to see who he was
talking about. Fire and passion? Certainly he wasn’t referring to her. She was
a lab geek for crying out loud. But she needed…more.

“I didn’t plan this very well. Didn’t get
my…er, you know…before you got yours. Now you’re tired and spent—”

“Becca…”

She waited for him to finish but he
hesitated. Perfect. For a minute she had thought things couldn’t get any more
awkward. She was wrong. Now he’d come up with all kinds of lame excuses she
didn’t want to hear.

“My name is Rebecca. Nobody calls me
Becca.” Or any other nickname. She was plain old boring Rebecca. Becca sounded
too racy for her. Something a bolder woman would be called.

“Ah, baby.” Micah pushed away from the
door. “Haven’t you figured it out yet?”

Obviously not. Voice stuck in her throat,
Rebecca shook her head.

“I’m not like every other man you’ve known.
We’re far from finished.”

Not finished? She liked the sound of that.
A lot.

He moved closer. Really close. Until her
breasts flattened against the hard planes of his chest and he cupped the side
of her face in his huge hand. Of course, big hands went with a big body. Same
as in the animal world with her cats—the bigger the paws, the bigger the kitty.
That theory sure applied to other parts of his anatomy. Micah had the biggest,
tastiest cock she’d ever had the pleasure of encountering.

Rebecca gave herself a mental shake, trying
to clear her rapidly disintegrating train of thought.

“I’m different. I want to be more for you.
Special for you. Your own pirate captain.”

Oh wow. His eyes had darkened, appearing
almost black and smoldering with lust. For her? Men looked at other women that
way, but not her. Mousy Rebecca Southerby didn’t draw sexual attention.

“You’re a combination of Rambo and a
pirate. I’m not sure what that would make you. Rambate maybe.”

Micah’s deep, throaty laughter went right
to her core and gave a hard tug. Lord, she could get addicted to his laugh.

“I like that,
Becca
.” She didn’t
miss the emphasis he put on the nickname. “I get to kick some ass Rambo-style
and then make off with all the booty.”

She returned his smile. This lighter,
playful side of the man appealed to her. She doubted let his guard down often.

His arms skated down her side and around
her back to grasp her butt. Micah’s firm hold had her trembling with desire.

“You won’t be left wanting, baby. You see,
I plan on making you come.” He squeezed her butt suggestively. “Several times.”
His head lowered and warm breath caressed that amazing spot behind her ear.
“Multiple orgasms so strong you’ll be hoarse from screaming my name.”

He nibbled on her earlobe then bathed the
tender flesh with his tongue.

“Again and again.”

She shivered as he pressed soft kisses
along the column of her throat.

“All night long.”

Hell yeah!

She must be dreaming because Micah was too
good to be true. A real fantasy come to life, in vivid color even.

Rebecca squealed in surprise as he picked
her up and in three quick strides, tossed her onto the bed. Good thing too. His
intense expression made her go weak in the knees.

In no time at all he’d divested Rebecca of
her clothes. As he stood beside the bed to strip, she drank in the glorious
sight.

She’d always thought laws against nudity in
public were to protect the innocent from the trauma of seeing potbellies and
saggy old people. Now she knew the truth. They were to prevent Micah Lasiter
from causing public riots. It had to be illegal for a man to look so good!

The only men she’d ever seen who even came
close had been on the pages of magazines. The ultimate in perfection. But Micah
wasn’t perfect. He’d worked his body hard. Various scars marred the landscape
of ripped body covered by tanned skin. In her opinion, they enhanced his rugged
sexiness.

His muscles had muscles, and in between
were deeply carved indentations. A sensual roadmap Rebecca found she was hungry
to explore. She wanted to let her fingers do the walking. To feel the
difference in texture from the long mane of dark blond hair framing his face to
the darker smattering over his chest, narrowing to a fine trail along his
abdomen and becoming a lush nest at the base of his rejuvenated cock.

What the hell was a hunk like him doing in
a hotel room with her? He’d climaxed, but he wanted to continue? Wanted to give
her screaming orgasms all night long?

Yup, he was unique and should be prohibited
for the sanity of womankind.

A rough growl rumbled from his broad chest,
reminiscent of her babies. A member of the family Felidae in the genus
Panthera
,
also known as one really large, non-domesticated cat. A carnivorous
woman-eater. A jaguar or leopard. Perhaps a tiger.

No, those didn’t fit.

Rebecca’s gaze took in his big golden body
and wavy mane of hair again. Micah brought to mind the most fearsome predator,
the king of beasts—a lion.

As if proving her conclusion, he pounced on
the bed, caging her beneath his larger body.

“I was wrong. You’re neither Rambo nor a
pirate. You’re an animal.”

“Mmm…yes.” He leaned down and licked a
nipple. She arched her back, thrusting the peak closer to his mouth. “A
famished animal, hungry for a taste of you.”

Micah proceeded to prove just how rapacious
his appetite could get. After a long, slow, drugging kiss he attacked her body,
emitting animalistic vocalizations as he feasted. Not one inch of skin was
passed over. Lips, teeth and tongue tasted. Deft fingers stroked, teased and
tweaked. He dominated her, using his weight to anchor her writhing body to the
mattress, his strength to bend her to his will.

And she loved every second.

He sampled all except where she wanted him
most. Her sex. Shameless, she writhed beneath him. Begged and pleaded with
abandon. Micah would not deviate from his planned route.

When he finally settled between her legs,
massive shoulders spreading her wide, her heightened level of arousal was
almost painful. She nearly came with the first bold sweep of his tongue over
her drenched folds but he held her on the edge, pulling back whenever she got
close.

“Oh god. Please! I need…”

His tongue circled her entrance then
plunged deep, rasping the quivering walls of her pussy. Her hips bucked,
reaching for the orgasm that hovered just out of reach. Her channel clenched as
he withdrew to circle her clitoris. The bundle of nerves spasmed and pulsed.
All it would take was one firm stroke, but again he moved on.