My Feline Protector (Middlemarch Shifters Book 6) by Shelley Munro Page A

because—” She let out an eep of surprise as Gerard pounced. He caged her between him and the mattress, his lips covering hers in a torrid kiss that left her in no doubt of his intentions.
    As surprise slipped away, she curled her arms around his neck and sank into the masterful kiss. Lips, teeth, tongue and teasing. He lifted his head to stare at her and she sucked in an excited breath. What he saw must have satisfied him because he reached over to switch off the light, using the second of the dual controls, plunging the room into intimate darkness. Every sense gave her more to compensate for the loss of vision. His bigger body weighed hers down, his touch burned, setting her pulse racing. The faint rasp of her breathing seemed overloud as his wild taste filled her mouth.
    His hands explored, caressed and hunted out pleasure points she hadn’t known existed. Her throat, her neck, her bellybutton. The unhurried slide of his tongue over the curve of her breast. The aching of her nipple, appeased when his hot mouth sucked hard. Need rose with urgency, and when he slid a muscular thigh between hers, she moaned in anticipation.
    The cooler air bathed her heated center, and he kissed then nipped the fleshy part of her neck he seemed to like so much.
    “I’m going to kiss you.”
    “You’ve already kissed me.”
    His soft chuckle gave her pause. “Not the part shielded by blue.”
    “Oh.”
    He shifted position while her heart did that jumping-jack thing.
    “I’ve been looking forward to this,” he whispered.
    The smoky quality to his voice had her wanting to please him. It was languid and lazy and seductive, leading to carnal fantasies and a tightening sensation deep in her pussy.
    He raked his tongue the length of her cleft, giving a hum of pleasure. Not half as much as she was feeling, she’d bet. This…this…words failed her, so she lifted her hips to encourage more of the abrasive stimulation.
    Much better than…no. Stick to the present.
    He explored her slick folds with his lips and tongue and varied the sensations with puffs of warm air. Her hips jerked as he teased her clitoris and danced the sensation away. Again and again, he repeated the move until she was one raw nerve, craving satisfaction.
    “Please, Gerard,” she pleaded. “ Please .”
    He lifted his head, and she almost cried at the loss of contact. “Please what?”
    “Make me come. W-with your mouth or…or grab a condom. You have condoms?”
    “I have two boxes. I stocked up yesterday.”
    “Oh.” Two boxes?
    “Is that all you want to say?”
    “I’m glad you had the foresight to stock up,” she said in a prim tone.
    He barked out a laugh. “Me too.”
    He rubbed his cheek against her inner thigh, the faint stubble abrasive against the tender skin. His tongue licked her clit, this time with steady pressure. She rocked into the touch, her pussy feeling empty while her clit swelled with the sweet attention. He circled her clit then passed his tongue over the swollen bundle of nerves. A rough growl vibrated in his chest, the pulsation fueling her need. She quivered in a violent spasm of pleasure, the first slow and darting all the way to her toes, a second sharp and strong enough to jolt her. A groan of pleasure squeezed past her lips as hot excitement spilled through her. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, holding him close as she trembled in mindless abandon. Slowly, she came back to herself and pushed at his biceps.
    He drew away and slid his callused fingers across her cheek. “You taste good.”
    She heard a drawer open and close, the crinkle of plastic and foil, then he donned the condom.
    “This will be fast,” he said. “A good thing since you’re tired.”
    “Not too tired.”
    “Excellent.” His mouth was soft against hers and pleasure at the contact filled her.
    He guided his cock to her and pushed inside. His hands stroked her breasts, cupping the weight as he paused, before working his length into her.