Page 28 of Feline Good

Okay, technically, you’d be the bimbo, what with the dyed blonde hair and the bar job.

“You shut up!” Maya knew she was arguing with herself, but no longer did she have her cats here to talk through her craziness. Her blood boiled as she grabbed her birth control pack and popped her nightly pill. Still bitching when she made her way back to the kitchen, she poured herself a nice, generous glass of Cabernet Sauvignon.

What are you so jealous for? You didn’t claim them, did you?

“What? No, that’d be ridiculous.” She scoffed. “Why would I—”

The door opened behind her, cutting off her tirade, and she whirled, a scowl firmly settled on her face. And not just at the precious red she’d just sloshed onto the floor.

No, her scowl was aimed at the man currently standing inside her apartment.

“Amir? What are you doing up here? I thought I locked that door!”

“What the hell are you so upset about?”

Maya was taken aback by his blunt words, and she sputtered.

Throwing up his hands, he advanced on her, stalking across the room like a predator, starting his own rant. “You seemed fine with us tending bar earlier, and you’re the one who came up with the idea for the girls’ night or some shit like that. So, imagine my surprise when August and Asher tell me you ran back up here with your tail between your legs because you saw we were letting off some steam. What the fuck, Maya?” He was so close now, his breath fanned across her cheeks as his nostrils flared with his anger. His fierce expression flamed something dark and sensual within her.

“I did not run up here with my tail between my legs,” were the first words out of her mouth; she didn’t back away from him, or clear the space between them. No, she would not back down from this.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. That’s what you got out of all that?” His palms slammed into the wall on either side of her head, paired with exasperation in his voice. His lips twitched.

Oh, hell no. He is not about to laugh at me.

“I heard the rest of it, it just didn’t warrant comment. You can do whatever you want.”

His dark brows arched, his hazel eyes glowing with mirth and challenge. “Is that so? So you wouldn’t mind if I went downstairs and kept flirting with that college barbie?”

Maya ignored the heart turning to dust in her chest. “Nope. I never laid a claim on you.”

A growl, dangerous, low, and sexy, rumbled out of his throat, the sound speaking to something deep within Maya. Her core clenched in response as he leaned even closer, and this time she did lean back. It was either that, or speak nose-to-nose. “Exactly. You can’t pout up here all evening.”

“I can do whatever the hell I want.” Maya realized how childish her statement sounded, but with anger flowing in her veins and Amir’s heat pressing into her, she couldn’t think clearly.

He leaned in close to her neck, his breath fanning across the pulse jumping against her skin.

“What is it exactly that you want, Maya?” He pulled back again, those molten sunshine eyes boring into her own.

Breath stuck in her throat, Maya reflected on Theo’s words. By holding herself back, by completely blocking herself off from any intimacy whatsoever— she only hurt herself, and gave that bastard more power over her.

Maya knew she would regret it if she let this fizzle out. With the heat between them rising, she did the only thing she knew to get her intentions across. Carefully, she sat her wineglass down behind her, then leaned in and crushed her lips to his.

As if Amir had been waiting for her to give in, he claimed her lips in a violent frenzy of pent up passion. Pressing close, he reached up to frame her face with his hands, holding her still while he teased her lips apart with his tongue. Maya panted in the milliseconds their mouths parted and reached up to grip his forearms. Melting under the force of his kiss and the intensity of his enthusiasm, she dug her nails into his skin, branding him with half moons.

Good.

Maya wanted others to know he was hers. The thought fucking terrified her, it froze the blood in her very veins, but as Amir’s hands slid down to grip her waist and pull her closer, that fear melted away until only need remained.

Maya tugged at his shirt until he reached up to do that irresistible guy-thing, fisting the neck of the shirt and pulling it off in one swift tug. Sighing at the expanse of bronzed flesh bared to her greedy fingers, she traced the hills and valleys of his abs with a smirk. The heat from his skin was like a drug, and she needed more.

All mine.

The words trailed through her mind, shocking her with their level of possessiveness, but she didn't argue as she slid a hand behind Amir’s neck and pulled him down to her. This time, she maintained control of the kiss— that is, until Amir grabbed her hands and pinned them to the wall above her. Maya had to admit it was hot as fuck, and the proof was in the way her core clenched in response to the strength in the man before her. In the way her breath caught when he reached for her shirt and stripped it over her head before she could protest. And most definitely in the way he wasted no time in unsnapping her bra and brandishing his own smirk.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to play with these, umri.” With his words, he traced her sides, goosebumps pebbling across her skin in response. Amir stretched his thumbs over her breasts to graze the matching gold rings piercing her nipples. Her nerves lit up like fireworks beneath her skin as he teased the jewelry. His gaze jerked to her when she gasped.

“What? Haven’t ever had anyone play with these before?”