“Ohh!” she cried out, jerking as she was zapped by a bolt of pleasure so intense, it was shocking.
“I’m just getting started, baby. You taste like heaven. Like honey and cream mixed together.” He ran his tongue over her again, lightly, teasing her as she lay helplessly, her hunger a raging inferno.
He ran his tongue along the seam between her labia, lapping at the juices of her arousal and moaning appreciatively as if he’d dived into a delicious hot fudge sundae.
Then he moved up to her clit, which was swollen and so sensitive that she shrieked when he sucked it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. The pent up dam of her desire was agony now. She’d die if she couldn’t come.
He sucked harder, moving his mouth and his tongue, and she felt that heat gather inside her into a tight, hot little ball right below her navel, in a place she’d never known existed before. Oh, she’d made herself come all right, plenty of times, but this was a sensation she’d never dreamed off. Her body felt hollowed out and lighter than air, filled only with electric jolts of pleasure that sizzled down her nerves.
His mouth continued moving, sucking at her hungrily, as if he were savoring a delicious dessert. Groans of satisfaction rumbled up in his throat, making his mouth vibrate on her *.
Suddenly, the pleasure gushed forth from her, flowing out, spreading in waves that washed through her entire body, to the tips of her fingers and toes, to the roots of her hair. She was limp and boneless and gasping. She heard her wails of pleasure drift through the air as if they were piped-in music from somewhere far away.
Tate sat up, grinning at her like a cat who’d just lapped up cream. “You like?” he said, trailing his fingers down the inside of her thigh.
“Ohh. Ohh…” She was still beyond words.
“I assure you, that was just the preview.”
She sat up, still breathing hard. “My God. That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. It was crazy.”
“Tell me more,” he begged, his grin stretching even wider.
“I saw stars. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. If you make me come any harder, I might have a heart attack.”
“I’m willing to take that chance,” he teased. “Come on, baby, I know CPR”
She batted at his arm, laughing.“Now, that’s an irresistible pickup line if I ever heard one.”She glanced around. “You know, this might be even better in a bed. It’s getting a little chilly out.”
“If only I weren’t staying in a house with my darling siblings. We’re crashing with friends of the family. Now, my home town is only an hour from here, and we live in a very big house. And I can assure you—”
He was talking about the future, and she couldn’t let that happen. It would give her hope, and hope was too painful when it bloomed and then was trampled on.
“Let’s just think about tonight,” she pleaded, softening it with a smile. “We can go back to the boarding house. I’d be willing to sneak you in, and if you play your cards right, you might even get lucky.”
“I got lucky the day I met you,” he said softly, trailing his fingers down her arm, and she felt her heart squeeze.
Seriously, this man was dangerous.
She shivered as a breeze whipped through the air, cooling her sweaty skin. His jacket lay on the ground next to her, and impulsively, she picked it up and wrapped it around her shoulders.
As she did, something fell out of the pocket and thudded to the ground, and she reached down to pick it up.
It was a glass.
It was her glass, the one he’d picked up at the bar when she went to use the rest room. It was obvious why he had it. He’d brought it with him because he was planning on having it fingerprinted or DNA tested or whatever the hell he was going to do.
He still thought of her as a suspect, but a suspect who he’d be willing to have a quick roll in the hay with, while dangling false promises of more before her. How could he have been so cruel? Why did he have to make her think that he wanted more, that he cared about her as a person?
His eyes met hers as she leaped to her feet.
“Kat, I can explain,” he protested.
“Don’t bother,” she snapped. Before he could say another word, she’d shifted into bobcat form, grabbed her purse in her mouth, and dashed into the woods, leaving her clothes behind.
Chapter Six
Tate was a Florida shifter, born and bred, and normally he didn’t blink an eye at the muggy summer heat, but this morning he felt like he was swimming through a swamp as he walked the short distance from his pickup truck to the front door of the sheriff’s office. Last night’s fiasco had soured his mood and curdled the breakfast in his stomach.
When he swung open the front door, the blast of icy air conditioning slapped him in the face as if he’d stepped inside a walk-in freezer. He ran his fingers through his rumpled hair as he walked in, the sweat instantly drying on his forehead.