Part 17 (2/2)
”But I want you on the counter.” The selfsame counter he was now hanging on to for dear life so he wouldn't fall on her.
”You can have me on the counter.” She paused to lick him thoroughly. ”And you can have me on the kitchen table.” She took him in, all of him, in one long, slow, slide. She spent the same amount of time on the return trip and finished with a kiss on the very top. ”You can also have me on the living room floor.” She circled the tip of his p.e.n.i.s with her tongue. ”Just come now.”
He moaned. ”I want to wait.”
”No, you don't. Open your eyes. Watch me.”
Cautiously he opened his eyes.
”That's better. Here we go. Home stretch.” When she started sucking this time, she obviously meant business.
What was a guy supposed to do? He came. No more cool dude, either. He was loud. He was quivering. He was . . . her slave.
Jasper had been willing to slump to the bathroom floor and stay there while he recovered, but Anica coaxed him back to the bedroom so he could recover in comfort. She was inordinately proud of herself for that last episode. She wasn't normally a femme fatale, but the drama of this situation with Jasper seemed to be inspiring her to new heights of s.e.xuality.
If her relations.h.i.+p with Jasper had gone the way she'd expected and they'd come back here after dinner the other night, she had a feeling the s.e.x would have been okay, but nothing out of the ordinary. Now her entire life was out of the ordinary, so things occurred to her that never had before.
For example, until tonight she'd only used the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door to check her hemline or see if her shoes looked okay with her outfit. Even tonight she hadn't remembered the mirror until she was already on her knees. The person she'd been three days ago would have canceled the idea as too outrageous.
But Anica wasn't that person anymore. One reckless act had launched her into a whole other s.p.a.ce. Because she couldn't put the world back the way it was, she was learning to take advantage of whatever opportunities came along, such as giving head in front of a full-length mirror and blowing a guy's mind.
She had done that. Whatever the consequences of her turning Jasper into a cat, he would never forget that experience in the bathroom. She was honest enough to admit that was one of her goals.
But it hadn't been her primary goal. Pleasure had been her primary goal when she'd opened the bathroom door and found him naked and aroused. He might think he'd had the lion's share, but she'd loved every minute of that seduction. She'd felt s.e.xy and powerful, which had mended some of the recent damage to her self-esteem.
Now they lay face-to-face in her bed under the covers, smiling at each other. She'd already closed Orion in the coat closet. No sense taking any chances that Orion would interrupt the scheduled activities.
As she'd picked up her cat, she'd noted that he wasn't getting any lighter, but that could be because Jasper was sharing his meals whenever her back was turned. If there was a chance that might count as an act of kindness, she'd look the other way. More hours with Jasper would be a blessing, especially if they could spend them like this.
Jasper s.h.i.+fted his weight and moved closer to her. Then he brushed his index finger over her lower lip. ”That's some talented mouth you have there.”
”That's some talented d.i.c.k you have there.”
He gave a snort. ”Yeah, well, you wouldn't know that from my contribution so far tonight.”
”No, but I have an excellent memory for what your d.i.c.k can do.”
He grinned and tweaked her nose. ”You're not the woman I thought you were, Anica.”
”Because I'm a witch?”
”Well, that too, I guess.” He combed her hair back with his fingers. ”But I'm talking about how sa.s.sy you've become recently. In the times we dated, I never picked up on you being sa.s.sy.”
”That's because I wasn't. I let my sister have that playing field.”
”And now?”
She shrugged. ”If I'd been able to cancel the spell right away without anyone knowing, I probably would have continued to play the good-girl role. But I couldn't cancel it, so why not see what it's like to be a bad girl for a change?”
”I hope you're not going to sell the coffee shop and open a strip joint.”
”I said I wanted to be bad, not stupid.” She sighed. ”Not that I haven't been stupid, as well.”
”You got mad. We all do stupid things when we're mad.”
She recognized that was a concession on his part. Although he might never admit that he'd driven her to take that action, she wanted to acknowledge any ground gained in that direction. ”That's nice of you to say, considering.”
”You've put me in a mellow mood.”
”You look good in mellow.” It was a joke, but she meant it. She liked this relaxed version of Jasper, when he wasn't thinking about the market and how he could score big and retire early.
”Ha, ha.”
”Yeah, I know. Lame. I'm just pa.s.sing time until you perk up.”
”See, that's what you get. I warned you not to make me come.”
”I could go fetch your mail for you to read.”
”No, thanks.” He reached for her under the sheet and cupped her breast. ”I'd rather fondle you than a pile of junk mail.”
”Mm. I'm sure the post office would be devastated to hear that.” She arched her back a little and pushed her breast into his hand. ”More.”
”Hussy.”
”Bite me.”
”Think I will.” Easing back the covers, he scooted down and took her nipple into his mouth.
She arched her back a little more. ”Good, very good.”
”Um-hm.” He became more enthusiastic, rubbing his chin against her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
”I can feel your beard.”
He lifted his head and gazed at her. ”Does it hurt?”
”No.” She rubbed her thumb along his jaw. ”I like that tiny bit of scratchiness. It's s.e.xy.”
He looked into her eyes. ”If I were a cat right now I'd be purring.”
”But you're not a cat so it probably doesn't do anything for you at all.”
”You'd be surprised.” He captured her hand and guided it under the covers.
Her fingers closed around his firm p.e.n.i.s. ”Nice.”
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