To Hiss or to Kiss (10 page)

I give a small smile, refusing to laugh. “I have two cats, Sashi and Enoki. Enoki is orange and white. Sashi is black, like your jaguar.”

“I look forward to meeting these cats who have captured your heart.” He reminds me very much of Sashi when she is feeling playful. I think of how she switches from playful to pissy in moments, and I start to get some insight into this man-cat with whom I’m now tangling.

“What is that look about?” His eyes narrow.

“Just comparing you to my cats. Maybe I was too quick to dismiss the similarities. Zero to sixty, pissy or playful in seconds.” I grin at him.

He looks a little disconcerted and I feel some of his ire rise through our linked minds. Interesting I pick up his emotions but not complete thoughts at this level. I’ve never really had this kind of connection except with Sashi and Enoki. Every other animal I open up to only when I’m intentionally trying to communicate.

Jorge sniffs, again reminding me of Sashi, and I start laughing. I can’t help it.

“What?” he demands.

“That sniff. Sashi does that to me all the time when I annoy her.” Trying to calm him, I send affection through our link, and it works. This is kind of fun. The sense of panic is buried deep in me right now, and I revel in the sensation of freedom and happiness I feel.

“Yes, I suppose all cats do have some similarities.” A slow smile crosses his lips. “But only I get to do this.” He leans in and kisses me before I even realize he’d moved. And damn if it doesn’t feel good.

I tangle my hand in his hair, and suddenly I really want to pet the jaguar, know what all his beautiful black fur feels like. I pull back from our kiss, relishing the lazy heat in Jorge’s eyes.

As quickly as I can think
shift
, he does. A beautiful black jaguar is now sitting on the dining chair. He’s eye to eye with me, my hand mingled in fur where it was in hair. It’s surprisingly soft, and I stroke down his head to his back, where I notice the signature black rosettes of the jaguar layered in a shade darker than the rest of his fur. “Beautiful.”

Jorge looks exceptionally pleased with himself, like Sashi when I let her get away with something.

My lips twitch. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

He nuzzles his head against my breasts, purring.

“Oh, now you’re just getting fresh.”

He does it again, and I can’t fight the moan that comes out.

I stand, running my hands from his head to the tip of his tail, which swishes gracefully after I release it.

In a blink of my eye, he’s back to man form, and it strikes me as odd that he’s fully clothed.

“So what’s up with having clothes after you shift? I thought they disintegrated.”

He rolls his eyes. “Yes, that makes for steamier and/or more humorous storylines. But I can just shift with them. We all can change a certain amount of stuff on our person into fur.”

“Cool.”

“Yes.”

“What about hairballs? Do you get hairballs?”

Jorge starts belly laughing. I think he might actually start crying, he’s laughing so hard. I punch his arm. “Hey, it’s a valid question. My cats need regular Laxatone to keep the hairballs at bay.” I try to sound defensive, but his laughter is infectious and I give in.

Finally he calms down enough to explain. “No, I don’t have hairballs. I bathe in a shower, not with my tongue. One of the many perks of having a human half is that showering gets both parts of me clean.” He looks at me, running a hand down my cheek. “You are so strange and beautiful.” His voice is full of amazement and awe.

“Is that a compliment?” I suddenly feel a bit breathless—and it’s not from laughing.

“Yes.” He looks so serious, his eyes are evaporating my resistance.

“Well, I’ll try not to be offended then.” I try to bring levity to my voice, but I’m pretty sure I fail. The chemistry between us is like a magnet pulling me ever closer to him, even as part of me fights the attraction.

He leans farther toward me until our lips are almost touching. “Good. I want you to stay willing to have sex with me.” His lips twitch, teasingly brushing mine.

“And you, my dear cat, are very blunt sometimes.” I shiver a bit as his hand slides under my top.

“Is that a compliment?” he asks, kissing along my jaw, the tip of my nose, teasing around my lips.

“Depends on what you’re being blunt about.” I nip at his chin.

He chuckles softly. “Always complicated with you, isn’t it?”

“Mmm-hmm.” I get impatient and take over his lips with mine.

He responds, deepening the kiss. We stay like this for a while, our hands exploring each other as our tongues tangle. One of his hands wraps itself into my hair. The other slides up my shirt, encasing one of my breasts through my bra and kneading.

I moan into the kiss, running my hands under his shirt and up the smooth muscles of his back. Even though we just had an incredible night, I feel even more aroused than last night, as if I could drown in this man and love every second of it.

At some point, Jorge breaks the kiss and pulls me to my feet, leading me back to the bedroom. I’d totally do it on the couch—my body’s ready just from a kiss and some groping!—but his bed, with those lovely soft sheets, is more comfortable, so I just let him pull me along.

I catch up to him as soon as we enter the bedroom, crushing the front of my body into his backside. I reach around his torso, undoing the buttons of his shirt and then sliding it back, making enough room between us so it can slide to the floor. No undershirt today, so I pepper kisses and licks along his back, as I undo his belt, then zipper and buttons. I let my body sink down as I lazily help him step out of his jeans, kissing down his backside to his thighs.

He purrs and moans as I come slowly back up, grazing his hard penis with my hands as I rise. He lets me turn him so he faces me, then I back him toward the bed and give a playful push. He falls back, grinning. He puts one hand behind his head and gives me a smoldering look as he crooks a finger on his free hand and beckons me onto him.

“You’re such a pushover.” I straddle him.

“Only for you, sweet Chloe.” He grins wickedly. “Now I think it’s only fair you show some skin too.”

“Oh, yeah? What if I just want to pet you?”

A bit of the cat gleams in his eyes. “But I want to see your beautiful flesh. I want to play with you, too.”

“Hmm, when you put it like that.” I lift my shirt over my head and fling it off the bed.

He sits up rapidly, leaning to lick along my collarbone as he undoes my bra. “Tasty.” His whisper makes me shiver.

“Like catnip?”

He chuckles and the rumble feels decadent as he takes one breast into his mouth, teasing the nipple with his tongue. My hips start to swivel, my need for sensation growing. I run my fingers through his hair, throwing my head back to press my breasts into his kiss. Trailing kisses across my chest, he mumbles, “You are most definitely my catnip.”

“Glad to know I get you high.” I can barely manage the joking tone, given the way my body is reacting to his touch.

He pulls back and I meet his gaze. “In more ways than one.” He grins, flexing his penis a bit to emphasize.

I start giggling and he reaches to undo my pants.

He spies the boxers I borrowed this morning. “Already helping yourself, I see.” He dips his fingers below the waistline.

“I figured you wouldn’t mind.”

“Does this mean I get to keep your panties?”

I swat at him, giggling. “Pervert.”

At that he flips me onto my back with what appears to be very little effort, making me gasp as he efficiently strips me of pants and boxers in one fell swoop. “Now we’re even.” His eyes drink me in with so much heat I clench my thighs, my hips rising slightly off the bed. “God, you’re beautiful.” He leans down over me, his skin a fire along my body.

I push his shoulder lightly. “Hey, I was supposed to be the one in charge this time.”

He growls a little while kissing my neck.

“Is that a no to me being in charge?” I want to sound annoyed, but his tongue hits a sensitive spot behind my ear and it comes out as more of a moan.

“Doesn’t sound like you mind too much.” He sounds a little too satisfied.

I take the moment of distraction to wrap a leg around his and use my hip as a fulcrum as I put everything I have into a shoulder shove.

He at least moves a bit.

“Dammit.”

He chuckles, and I swat at him.

“This is not funny.”

He leans back so I can see the amusement in his face. “I kind of think it is.”

“Oh, yeah?” I reach down to squeeze his penis. He gasps, and I take that moment to complete a flip. “Just needed the proper distraction.” I move my hands up to his chest and kiss the soft curls that spread across his pecs.

“You play dirty.” His hands cup my butt. “No fair.” He groans as I gently bite his nipple.

“Now who doesn’t seem to mind too much?” I kiss my way down his torso.

Jorge moans deep in his throat as my breasts brush against his erection. “Yes, I concede that having control can be overrated.”

“Can be?” My tongue sweeps to the end of his cock.

He grabs my face so we make eye contact. “You will not always win this game.” His threat is softened by his sensual smile. He releases my head and puts his hands behind his head. “Now feel free to continue.”

I switch to kissing his thigh. “For that impertinence, I think I’ll just spend a little time over here.” I move to his other thigh, letting my hair brush his pulsing cock. “And maybe here.” I slide a bit farther down, licking the inside of his knee.

“Vixen.”

“Damn right I’m a fox.” I slide up and take him into my mouth.

He chokes on a laugh, and then his purr kicks up a notch.

I lick and suck and nip to his moans of pleasure, my own arousal heightening with his.

He stops me after a bit, gently tugging me toward his mouth. He claims my lips, his tongue darting into my mouth.

I sink onto his chest.

He flips me over, pulling away, a slow, seductive smile gracing those sumptuous lips. “My turn.” His fingers tease around my clit as he resumes our kiss, and my hips rise in response. “Patience, Chloe.” He chuckles, placing kisses along my jaw.

I gasp a little when his finger dips into my center, lazily exploring.

His tongue makes a trail to my breasts, where he sucks one nipple and then the other, his fingers still exploring, his thumb brushing my clit.

“My patience is waning.” My body writhes without conscious thought, underscoring my words.

“Pity.” He pulls away from my breasts and sits back. He adds two fingers and starts working them in and out more quickly.

I gasp in pleasure and fight the urge to push his head down.

“Chloe.” His fingers slow, and I moan in protest. “I want to open my mind to you. And I want to see what you want.”

My eyes snap open. “You sure you’re ready for that?” Am I ready for that?

“Yes. I want to know everything about you, starting with just how you want me to drive you wild.”

Despite the fluttering panic in my stomach, I drop my shields and can feel Jorge there one hundred percent.

He frowns a little, sensing my panic. “Sure you’re OK with this?”

I nod, taking a deep breath. And then I send him an image of where we just were, me wishing to push his head down to feel his tongue laving my clit, pushing me over the edge.

“Aye, aye.” He dips down to do just what I showed him.

I feel the orgasm rise, shattering through me with a scream I can’t keep in.

Jorge gentles me down, and my scream fades to murmurs of pleasure.

I writhe against his fingers, sending him images of continuing.

“Greedy, are we?”
he teases.

“Damn straight.”

He grins at me, chuckling as his lips return to my clit, the ripples of his laughter teasing me until his tongue touches and I buck, a stream of blue coming out my mouth until I shatter again with a scream.

As I come down, Jorge slides his fingers out, kissing up my thigh and torso, then burying his face in my neck. I circle my arms around him, running my fingernails down his back.
“Fuck me now.”
I’m glad for our connection because I don’t think I’d be able to say the words aloud. The anticipation of his hard cock entering me sends shivers through my already-spasming inner muscles.

And then he does just that.

My legs wrap around his backside, pulling him farther into me.
“Harder.”

He complies, pounding into me over and over. I feel his sweat gathering under my touch as I reach to lick at his chest, gently nipping around his shoulders.

He moans his pleasure, and I can feel him getting close. My nails dig deeper into his back as I begin to orgasm, and he bucks and groans into his own release.

Spent, he sinks toward me, lazily kissing my neck, purring in a very satisfied way. I stroke his hair and he plays his hand along my abdomen with an intimate possessiveness.

Eventually his hand stops moving, and I realize he’s slipped into sleep, his thoughts disconnected and scattered. Through it all, his mind radiates contentment, and I am in awe that I could give him that feeling. Still, I close my mind away from him, unready for that kind of openness with my guard down, and give in to my own sleepiness.

* * *

Sometime in the afternoon we get up again and Jorge makes a quick lunch of sandwiches, followed by the delectable Dalwhinnie.

I take a whiff then sip as we walk to the living room. “God, this is good. I’ve never had the thirty-six-year before.”

“I’m glad I could share it with you. Everyone should get to try this at least once in life.” He settles on the couch with more ease than any of the other times we’ve sat together on the couch. In such a short time it feels so natural to us both.

Part of me is still nervous. I am somewhat in awe at how quickly Jorge has fallen into a comfort zone with me. Perhaps like many cats, he makes a decision about a person and sticks with it.

“Agreed.” I sink down next to him in the middle of the sofa, pulling my legs underneath me, my torso angled toward him so my left arm gently touches his right side.