Page 73 of Cat’s Guide To Romance

The teasing disappears from his face. Lucien rises from the couch and steps closer. But instead of making some ridiculous joke, he cups my cheek. His thumb brushes lightly beneath my eye.

“Are you sure?”

My heart pounds hard enough that I’m pretty sure he can hear it. I turn my face and kiss his palm before meeting his eyes again. “Yeah. I’m sure.”

Lucien leans down and kisses me slowly. I smile against his mouth, take his hand, and lead him toward my bedroom.

25

SPARKLE

My hands are on the buttons of Lucien’s shirt as soon as we pass the threshold of my bedroom. His hands frantically work to rip my shirt off me, and both shirts land in a pile on the floor. I press him to the edge of my bed and straddle his lap. My heart pounds, my brain has shut off. Only pure need exists.

I swallow and kiss Lucien again. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

He chuckles, and the sound sends a shiver down my spine. “That’s the fun part. Not knowing.” His hand slides lower, over the curve of my ass. He kisses my shoulder, making sure not to jab me in the eye with a horn. “But first, how about a little show?” He lifts a brow and his gaze goes over my half naked form.

I nibble my bottom lip. There’s no one else I’d rather dance for right now than Lucien. Maybe anyone ever again. I stroll over to my dresser where I have a speaker set up and fiddle with my phone for the perfect song. But I close my eyes and let shuffle take the wheel. Then promptly stop the music when Cotton Eye Joe starts blaring through the speakers. “No. Fuck. No.” I groan and drop my phone into a drawer where it shuffles to the Macarena. I look to him. “I swear I have better songs.”

He chuckles and holds out his arms. “I wouldn’t mind watching you strip to either, I just wanna see you naked.” He winks of all things and that calms me. I let the Macarena play on softly, mocking me as I sway my hips and ignore the beat.

I run my hands over my body and watch the heat in Lucien’s eyes. He likes what he sees. Slowly I unbutton my jeans and shimmy them down my hips, just teasing a peek of my hip before bringing them back up.

“Darlin’ you’re such a tease.”

“Are you liking the show?” I spin and shake my tail as I pull my pants completely down.

Lucien swallows and nods. “You’re very talented.”

Now comes the tricky part. Getting completely out of the skinny jeans without tripping over them. I don’t succeed and end up in Lucien’s arms.

“I don’t usually get fully naked and I’m not normally in jeans.”

He hauls me back to my feet, but I crawl into his lap. My cock juts out and presses into his stomach. Neither of us acknowledge my nakedness.

Lucien licks his lips. “Lay on your stomach.”

My breath catches in my throat. We’re doing this. I flop onto my bed and gather a pillow to press my face into. My tail flicks nervously. It brushes against him somewhere and I smash my face deeper into the pillow.

He laughs again, softer this time, and grabs my tail, giving it a gentle tug. “This is going to be a fun challenge.”

I whine and my traitorous legs spread.

“Shh, let me know if you want me to stop.” He lets go of my tail and runs his hands over my thighs, squeezing gently. “You know I love your tail. It’s cute.”

I bury my face even deeper in the pillow, because cute is not what I want to be right now. I want to be sexy. Irresistible. But then his tongue traces a line down my spine, and I forget to care about anything else.

He takes his time. Too much time. His tongue is everywhere. My back, my thighs, the sensitive skin behind my knees. He nips at my calves with his sharp teeth, just enough to make me jump, and then soothes the sting with his tongue. My tail goes wild behind me, and I can feel Lucien’s laughter vibrating against my skin.

“You’re going to wear yourself out,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the small of my back. His hands slide over my ass, squeezing gently before spreading me open. The heat of his breath brushes over me, and every muscle in my body tightens in anticipation.

“Relax, darlin’.”

“I can’t,” I gasp, because a second later his tongue circles my entrance and whatever else I was going to say disappears. “Lucien, please.”

“Please what?” His voice is teasing, but there’s an edge to it now. “Tell me what you want.”

I don’t know how to say it. I’ve never had to say it before. Then his tongue presses inside me, and I forget how to form words entirely. All I can do is whimper and push back against him, my fingers twisting into the sheets.