Snow's Heat

by Nicole Hicks

  Maybe she does have a bit of cat in her…

  "These plans." He put a finger under her chin to lift her face to his, and slowly closed the distance between their lips.

  When they touched, he held himself in check. While a part of him wanted to crush her to him, he worried if he did she may run. And he didn’t want her running. Well, not away from him. To the bedroom, yes, but not away.

  Travis let her set the pace, not pushing. When her tongue traced the seam of his lips, he opened for her. As her hands bunched in the back of his shirt and a moan slipped from her mouth to his, he knew his control was being rewarded. But that slight moan loosened his desires and he began his seduction. He was no mere pussycat. He was a man who got what he wanted and he wanted her moaning and writhing in front of him...beneath him. It didn’t really matter as long as it was with him.

  "Bedroom?" he asked as he pulled his lips from hers.

  "Huh?" Bree’s eyes stared up at him in slight confusion, a part of her still seemingly lost in the kiss.

  "Where’s the bedroom? Or I will take you here on the kitchen table." His arm swept across the room to point out the table.

  "Bedroom, yes, bedroom."

  She ran her hand down his arm to hold his hand, leading him to a room two doors down.

  Chapter Six

  As she walked him across the hall, to what had become her room, she wondered if she had cleaned up the clothes from her mad scramble. Oh it doesn't matter, she decided, as she stepped into the room. Just as Travis passed through the doorway, he pulled her back around to face him and into his arms.

  “Where were you ten years ago?” Bree asked, pressing closer.

  “Becoming the man who loves you today,” Travis replied, making her heart skip and her excitement mount.

  As his lips touched hers, her last coherent, nonsexual thought was, This is heaven.

  Her world became unbalanced, feeling his arms around her, his tongue playing with hers and his hard body pressed as close to her as their clothing allowed. He became her world with only the vaguest sense of the room around them on the outskirts of her mind. His hands ran up and down her back before one wrapped tightly in her hair while the other worked its way slowly to her ass. The feelings he aroused were intense, so intense she couldn't get enough. She wanted it all. His taste, the feel of his hands on her flesh, feeling him beneath her hands. She wanted to feel him inside her, over her, in front of her, behind her. She wanted it all, at once, now.

  Eyes closed, her hands went from around his neck to trace down the front of his shirt, slowly following the line of buttons. The lower they fell the slower she moved, teasing them both at the same time. As she ran her hands along the top seam of his jeans, she heard his breath catch and opened her eyes enough to see what she was doing to him. Wanting it to affect him as much as it did her. She traced the outline of the button before removing it from its hole. She teased him, running her nail down the line of his zipper. His reaction was her reward.

  He ran his hand from her hair down her neck, making goose bumps rise from the light, sensual touch. Just from that small stroke she was already wet. He palmed the base of her throat to run his hand between her breasts, making her nipples hard. Her own breathing caught, a slight sound in the otherwise quiet room, as he forced the dress down with his determination to cup her breasts. His hand on her butt, he pulled her crotch even with his, showing her exactly how he felt about her touch and making her want even more of his.

  As he backed her up, she knew where they were going. The bed was the only thing behind her. It was the destination she had in mind. When her knees hit the edge, she allowed herself to fold down on top of it, bringing him over her with a grip on his unbuttoned jeans. When his hands left her body, to catch himself, she whimpered.

  “Shh, soon," Travis said as he put a finger to her lips before once again sliding it down her neck.

  Soon was right. His lips followed the path of his finger, from her lips, along her neck and across her shoulders that his hands bared. Lightly, he nipped her before placing a kiss on the small sting. He pushed the straps of her dress almost to her elbows, baring her bra. Taking his time, he paid homage to her breasts, first through the lace of her bra before moving the cups and pulling a nipple into his mouth. The sucking had her arching her back, begging for him to do more without once saying a word. He palmed one breast while he showed his appreciation with his mouth on the other. But the things he did to her made more than her breasts ache. She ached between her legs, an empty space that begged to be filled. One she rubbed against him, looking for some kind of release. After he moved from one breast to the neglected one, his free hand slid between her legs, lifting the front of her skirt as it made its way to ease her ache.

  As he reached the barrier her panties made, she whimpered again, tossing her head back and forth on the bed. He raised his a bit and looked at her.

  "Do you know what a cat craves?" he asked as he rubbed his cheek across her pebbled nipples.

  "Cream?" was her whispered reply.

  "That's right, baby...cream. And did you know cats will do anything to get their cream?"

  He quickly slid down the bed and teased her by simply breathing on the juncture of her thighs. The blast of hot air through the lace had her back arching again, her hands clawing the bedspread in an attempt to control the feelings rioting throughout her body. He breathed on her again before tonguing her through the material.

  "Are you going to give your good kitty the cream he deserves?"

  "Oh god, yes!"

  At her reply, he ripped the crotch of her underwear open and delved into her body with his tongue. The very abruptness and the savagery of the act had her coming. The feeling of his tongue diving into the recesses of her body made her shake, but the feeling as he purred against her clit made her world explode. She was barely aware of him grabbing her legs to allow him access to the cream he worked so hard for, as her body arched.

  Slowly, she came back down, seeing spots from how hard the climax had hit her. And her cat man still lapped at her. Partly satiated, she unhooked her hands from the hard hold she had on the bedspread to run her fingers through his short hair.

  “Come here, you,” she said as she tugged, trying to get him to rise. She wanted him inside her. She wanted to make him lose control too. To feel him stretching her, pounding into her. To be a part of him in a primal way. He slowly raised his head.

  “In me,” she said, looking at his eyes.” I want you in me.”

  * * *

  There was nothing like pleasing a woman orally. To see her scrambling for purchase amid the pleasure, to hear her cries of ecstasy, to feel and taste her desire. It was one of the things he enjoyed most, giving more than receiving. He loved knowing he satisfied the woman he was with. And Bree was very receptive. Her cries had him ready to explode and he was still mostly dressed. Feeling her hands in his hair added to the feelings of contentment he felt.

  "In me. I want you in me," had him scrambling himself. How could such a simple statement make him harder? Carefully and quickly, he finished undressing, not wanting to give her time to change her mind.

  Once his pants were off, he crawled up beside her and gave her a kiss.

  "Flip," he said, nudging her side.

  When she didn't immediately do as he wanted, he turned her onto her stomach and pulled her up on all fours. He slipped behind her, admiring her tight ass up in the air. He enjoyed this sight more than he thought he would. The knowledge of her ready, waiting for him, teased his imagination with all this position could offer. He ran a hand up over her ass and down her back before kissing the Celtic knotwork tattoo that was there.

  "You'll have to tell me what this means another time," he told her before he slipped into her warmth.

  Her moan and the clenching of her muscles made him stop moving.

  "Kitten, I will not be able to last long, I want you too badly," he warned her as he moved.

  "Just fuck me," was her reply.


  He slammed into her, trying to hold back and give her pleasure again before he came. As the sounds of her moans filled the air again, he knew she was close. He reached around to play with her clit, and as her muscles clenched and spasmed, he lost the remainder of his control. As her screams rang out around him, he came, yelling her name. Slowly, he stopped pumping against her, sweat glistening. When he went to pull out, she whimpered in protest. He collapsed on his side, pulling her with him.

  She rolled over onto her side, facing him and smiled.

  "Thank you," she said.

  He laughed. "Believe me, darling, it was my pleasure."

  Tired from their first bout of play in bed, he curled an arm around her neck to pull her closer. As she ran her nails through his chest hair, he purred and started to fall asleep. Just before sleep took control, he heard a light snicker.

  "Well," she seemed to say to herself, “my ex was a dog, so why shouldn't my lover be a cat?"

  About the Author:

  Nicole Hicks has been considered a ‘Jill of all trades’ and a ‘Renaissance woman’ when it comes to knowledge. But when her passion for reading turned into a passion for writing, the world as she knew it changed in amazing ways. So, what do you get with a vivid imagination and a head full of dreams? A world where anything is possible. She currently resides in East Texas with her children and animals, edits for four publishing houses full-time, writes in her spare time and explores the possibilities of the world around her.

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