I said I wasn’t in the mood. I just hated to let her down when I’d also be telling her we wouldn’t be seeing as much of each other in the coming weeks. Possibly the coming months.
Malia, evidently unsatisfied with the attention she wasn’t getting, suddenly wrapped around my hand and bit my wrist.
“Hey, hey, no biting, you little attention whore.” I pried her off, then scratched her belly until she attacked me again. This time, I got my hand out of the way in time. I gently tugged at her tail, which she hated, and she damn near did a somersault trying to get my hand. I laughed half-heartedly. Feline antics were always good for bringing some humor to the surface.
“You have no dignity at all, you know that?” I said when she almost fell off the couch trying to attack me again. I ran my finger under one of the pillows, moving it out of the way a split second before she pounced. She pinned her ears and mauled the pillow, kicking and biting it, probably furious she hadn’t gotten my hand instead. In her fury, she flipped on to her back, rolled toward the edge, and toppled on to the floor. She landed on her feet of course, and promptly sat up, licking her paw with all the casual nonchalance she could muster.
“Let me guess,” I said. “You meant to do that?”
She glared up at me, narrowing her eyes as if to say, “I did. What of it?” I laughed and reached down to pet her, but she swiped at my hand before stalking off.
A moment later, the doorbell rang, and my good humor faded. As I rose, I hoped one last time Krissy didn’t mind if I changed our plans. She was usually game and understood that even I didn’t always feel like playing, but—
I opened the door, and “not in the mood” no longer applied.
It might have been the knowing grin on her face, or the mouthwatering hint of cleavage showing above her blouse. It might have been my libido catching up and saying are you fucking nuts? You’re not turning away sex with this woman. Or maybe, just maybe, it was because a night with her was my key to some scorching hot sex that didn’t include a head full of ghosts and a past full of hell for anyone involved. I was only human. I needed a break for the sake of my own sanity, and Kristen’s grin promised exactly that.
Change of plans, my ass.
As soon as she was inside, I kicked the door shut and slipped my arms around her waist. Before she could even speak, I kissed her. Not a gentle kiss, not a “hello, I missed you today” kiss; this was a deep, full-on, hands-in-the-hair, yes, I am that hard kiss.
Afterward, she stared up at me, eyes wide and lips apart as she caught her breath. “Hello to you, too.”
I shrugged. “What can I say? I’m horny.”
“Oh, that’s news.”
“No, I mean I’m really horny tonight.” I kissed her again with no less passion than I had before. She stumbled back a step. Recovered. Leaned into me.
I shoved her up against the door, pinning her arms beside her, and she moaned into my kiss. When I dipped my head to kiss her neck, she squirmed against me, gasping each time my lips brushed her neck. Since her arms were no use to her, she settled for hooking her leg around mine and pulling me against her. I pressed my erection into her hip and shivered when she moaned.
Holding on to her wrists, I stood upright and took a step back, guiding her with me.
Breathing hard, she licked her lips. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you tonight, but—” Kristen cocked her head and squinted. “Scott, what did you do to your face?”
“Hmm?” I released her wrist and absently reached for my face, but fortunately remembered before I touched my still-tender nose. “Oh, right.”
“Someone get a bit rough with you?” she asked with a mischievous grin.
Meredith in the throes of her nightmare flickered through my mind. I suppressed a shiver. “Yeah, you could say that.”
Her grin evaporated. “Scott, are—”
I held up my hand and shook my head. “Don’t
Malia, evidently unsatisfied with the attention she wasn’t getting, suddenly wrapped around my hand and bit my wrist.
“Hey, hey, no biting, you little attention whore.” I pried her off, then scratched her belly until she attacked me again. This time, I got my hand out of the way in time. I gently tugged at her tail, which she hated, and she damn near did a somersault trying to get my hand. I laughed half-heartedly. Feline antics were always good for bringing some humor to the surface.
“You have no dignity at all, you know that?” I said when she almost fell off the couch trying to attack me again. I ran my finger under one of the pillows, moving it out of the way a split second before she pounced. She pinned her ears and mauled the pillow, kicking and biting it, probably furious she hadn’t gotten my hand instead. In her fury, she flipped on to her back, rolled toward the edge, and toppled on to the floor. She landed on her feet of course, and promptly sat up, licking her paw with all the casual nonchalance she could muster.
“Let me guess,” I said. “You meant to do that?”
She glared up at me, narrowing her eyes as if to say, “I did. What of it?” I laughed and reached down to pet her, but she swiped at my hand before stalking off.
A moment later, the doorbell rang, and my good humor faded. As I rose, I hoped one last time Krissy didn’t mind if I changed our plans. She was usually game and understood that even I didn’t always feel like playing, but—
I opened the door, and “not in the mood” no longer applied.
It might have been the knowing grin on her face, or the mouthwatering hint of cleavage showing above her blouse. It might have been my libido catching up and saying are you fucking nuts? You’re not turning away sex with this woman. Or maybe, just maybe, it was because a night with her was my key to some scorching hot sex that didn’t include a head full of ghosts and a past full of hell for anyone involved. I was only human. I needed a break for the sake of my own sanity, and Kristen’s grin promised exactly that.
Change of plans, my ass.
As soon as she was inside, I kicked the door shut and slipped my arms around her waist. Before she could even speak, I kissed her. Not a gentle kiss, not a “hello, I missed you today” kiss; this was a deep, full-on, hands-in-the-hair, yes, I am that hard kiss.
Afterward, she stared up at me, eyes wide and lips apart as she caught her breath. “Hello to you, too.”
I shrugged. “What can I say? I’m horny.”
“Oh, that’s news.”
“No, I mean I’m really horny tonight.” I kissed her again with no less passion than I had before. She stumbled back a step. Recovered. Leaned into me.
I shoved her up against the door, pinning her arms beside her, and she moaned into my kiss. When I dipped my head to kiss her neck, she squirmed against me, gasping each time my lips brushed her neck. Since her arms were no use to her, she settled for hooking her leg around mine and pulling me against her. I pressed my erection into her hip and shivered when she moaned.
Holding on to her wrists, I stood upright and took a step back, guiding her with me.
Breathing hard, she licked her lips. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you tonight, but—” Kristen cocked her head and squinted. “Scott, what did you do to your face?”
“Hmm?” I released her wrist and absently reached for my face, but fortunately remembered before I touched my still-tender nose. “Oh, right.”
“Someone get a bit rough with you?” she asked with a mischievous grin.
Meredith in the throes of her nightmare flickered through my mind. I suppressed a shiver. “Yeah, you could say that.”
Her grin evaporated. “Scott, are—”
I held up my hand and shook my head. “Don’t
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