My Kind of Town
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The shower door opened out, and as leopard he had no thumbs, so he stood on his hind legs and slapped his front paws against the glass. She turned and looked at him.
“You want something, pretty kitty?”
He roared impatiently and scratched at the glass, leaving marks.
“Okay. Okay. Calm yourself.” She laughed as she opened the door and he leaped inside. She stood directly under the spray while he wound his long body around her legs. He licked the back of her knees, and she giggled. “Stop that!”
With one last nuzzle against her thigh, Kyle shifted from cat to man.
She smiled up at him, and his hard cat heart melted while his hard-on doubled in size.
“I’m glad you’re home,” she said softly.
He pushed her hair out of her face. “Me, too, darlin’.”
With a bar of soap and her soft hands, she started to clean him off. He closed his eyes and let her have her dirty way with him, enjoying it all. Until she took firm hold of his cock, and his knees almost gave out.
“Did that hurt?”
“What?” he gasped out as her hand ran down the length of him.
“Those rips you have on your arm from fighting with Tully.”
Kyle glanced down and saw the scratches on his forearm.
He wouldn’t exactly call them “rips,” but he liked that she worried about him. Especially when stroking his cock while she worried.
“Those ain’t nothin’, darlin’.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead, her cheek, then her neck. “Tully can’t hurt me. Ain’t no dog alive can hurt me.”
He bit her neck and she groaned, her hand tightening on him. “He doesn’t like to be called dog, ya know? He nearly ripped Jamie’s head off when she called him Marmaduke again the other day.”
“She keeps calling him that, and I am loving every minute of it,” Kyle laughed.
Emma grinned, her small body leaning into his as he stroked his hands over her wet flesh.
“Look, darlin’, I don’t want you to worry about me and Tully. We just like to argue over stupid stuff. It’s instinctual.”
She giggled. “Cats and dogs?”
He unwrapped her hand from his cock and kneeled in front of her, kissing her lower stomach and loving that her breath rushed out in a gasp at his touch. “Yankees and Rebels,” he whispered.
Her hands tightened in his hair. “You’re never letting me forget that, are you,” she moaned.
“Nope.” He licked her deep, and her hips moved against his face. “Who’d have thought it, darlin’? Me and a Yankee. Momma and Daddy are still trying to deal with that.”
“It could be worse,” she sighed out while his hands kneaded her adorable little ass.
“Is that right?”
“Yeah. I could be a dog person.”
Before she could say another word, he had her slammed up against the far shower wall, with her legs around his hips, his cock buried deep inside her. He stared down into her beautiful face and growled. “Never say that to me again.”
Then Kyle proved what a cat lover Emma really was.
About the Author
Originally from Long Island, New York, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Shelly Laurenston has resigned herself to West Coast living, which involves healthy food, mostly sunny days, and lots of guys not wearing shirts when they really should be. Shelly Laurenston is also The New York Times and USA Today bestselling author G.A. Aiken, creator of the Dragon Kin series. For more info on G.A.’s dangerously and arrogantly sexy dragons, check out her website at www.gaaiken.com.
About the Publisher
This book is published on behalf of the author by the Ethan Ellenberg Literary Agency.
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