Between Breaths (The Seattle Sound Series Book 2)

Between Breaths (The Seattle Sound Series Book 2) by Alexa Padgett

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body was tensed against an imminent hellion attack.
    The cat leaned its head down, eyes never leaving mine, and licked Briar’s shoulder, the rough rasp of her tongue loud in the quiet room.
    “What?” Briar cried out, her whole body bowing.
    I scrambled out from under her before my dick took a beating.
    “I’m feeding the cat.”
    “It’s dark.”
    I smirked. Not a morning person then. I pressed her head back into the pillow, smoothing the hairs back from her warm cheek. “Sleep, Sweet Briar. I got this.”
    She settled back into the bed and her eyes slid shut, body relaxing into the mattress.
    The cat exploded into a ball of angry hissing and batting paws. I lunged forward as Briar cried out, body curling into a protective posture as the cat pounced, back arched, spitting her anger.
    I managed to get my hands under her fluffy belly. I could feel each of her ribs. Poor kitty. She was hungry. Really hungry. Briar said the cat wouldn’t eat for the neighbor who was supposed to be feeding her. Even now, she struggled to get to Briar, the kind woman who fed her, talked to her, and probably reminded her of her owner. I ran from the bedroom.
    Damn. All of us, even this blasted cat, were just looking for a connection. Someone to love.
    The cat continued to hiss and meow until I started humming. I cuddled the cat against my chest as she shuddered, turning those big, guileless sapphire eyes up to me.
    Sweet hell, I was falling for a cat. A cat that didn’t even belong to the woman I wanted to sleep with. I was in so far over my head.
    “Salmon coming up for Her Majesty.”
    The cat curled around my arm like a python, and purred loud enough to break apart the walls.
    I gave Princess twice as much of the salmon as Briar tossed in her bowl the night before, adding some of the dry food I found in the pantry. Of course, smart kitty that she was, Princess munched on the salmon, her tail twitching with pleasure.
    “Got it, love. You like a big brekkie. Does set the tone for the day, eh? Now to make coffee for the other princess still in bed.”
    Only there wasn’t a coffeepot, at least not the kind I was used to. After looking through all the cupboards, I found a mesh contraption. A coffee filter? I heard footsteps padding toward me and turned to face the hall.
    Hot damn. Briar’s belly button, a shadow secret I wanted to take my time learning, peeked between the pink material of her cotton shorts and tank top. When my eyes drifted over the flare of her hips, my mouth went dry. Her legs were long and toned. She clearly enjoyed exercise and taking care of herself.
    Briar’s toenails sparkled in the dim light and a narrow silver chain circled her left ankle. I forced my gaze back up to her sleep-flushed face, willing my body back under control. Not that she wasn’t aware of my interest. It was embarrassingly obvious.
    “I was going to make you coffee. There’s no pot.”
    Briar’s smile could warm the southernmost tip of Tasmania. “This is Seattle. We take coffee seriously.”
    She walked right up to me, so close I could feel her hair slide across my chest. She’d let it down. It was pulled up, a few pieces straggling around her face, when she’d helped me into bed last night. I liked her hair both ways. She plucked the filter thing from my unresisting finger.
    “I’m from Melbourne. So do we.”
    She tipped her head back and met my eyes. Hers were dark, almost navy. Her soft lips parted. An unconscious opening, I hoped, seeking my mouth, my tongue. Because I wanted to give her both. I slid my hand over her hip, settling at the curve of her waist, my fingers farther up her back as my thumb rubbed across her ribs.
    Her eyes widened, her lips parted fully. “I’d like you to kiss me,” she whispered.
    Her voice, husky from sleep and need, was the best music ever. I brought my other hand up to cup her cheek, fingers in her silky hair, palm against her jaw. I tilted her head just how I wanted it and brought my head

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