Part 18 (1/2)
”It will be.” He rolled her to her back. ”Okay, bad girl. Show me what you got.”
”In the missionary position? Are you kidding?”
”Then tell me what you want.”
”You, on your back, big boy.” Anica could hardly believe the suggestions coming out of her mouth, but she liked them.
He followed orders, rolling them both the other way in a tangle of sheets.
”We need to get rid of this mess.” Scrambling to a sitting position astride his thighs, she wrenched the sheets away and tossed them to the end of the bed.
He laughed. ”Won't you get cold?”
”Not considering what we're going to be doing.” She leaned forward, deliberately dangling her b.r.e.a.s.t.s in his face as she opened the bedside table drawer and took out a condom.
”Oh, I like this already.” He reached for the treats she so casually offered.
Before he could avail himself of the opportunity, she sat up again, the condom packet in her hand.
”Come back down here,” he murmured.
She ripped open the packet. ”When I feel like it. First I intend to get you suited up.”
His golden eyes burned with eagerness. ”I can do that.”
”Yes, but I can do it better.” Leaning down, she took his p.e.n.i.s into her mouth.
”Anica . . .”
After giving him some playful licks and sucks, she released him and sat back on his thighs again. ”That was just for starters. See how much easier the condom goes on now?” She rolled it on very, very slowly.
A quick check of his expression told her that her technique was having the desired effect. Soon she'd have him crazed with l.u.s.t yet again.
”Come here.” His voice was husky as he bracketed her hips and attempted to lift her up. ”I want to be inside you.”
”In due course.” She gently removed his hands. ”Keep these to yourself until I say so.”
He frowned. ”How soon will that be?”
”When I'm ready.” She cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with both hands. ”I'll now proceed to get ready.”
This was uncharted territory for her, but a bad girl would have this in her repertoire, so she decided to try it. Squeezing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, she pinched her nipples and moaned softly. A quick peek at Jasper encouraged her to go on. He was riveted.
Time for Act Two. Keeping one hand on her breast, she reached between her thighs.
His voice sounded strangled. ”You're not really going to . . .”
”Yes.” She gazed at him as she ma.s.saged her c.l.i.t. This was more exciting than she would have thought. Before long she was whimpering, moaning and writhing against his thighs.
”That's enough!” His hands seemed made of steel as he grabbed her and lifted her onto his c.o.c.k.
She should probably scold him for jumping the gun, but she was too busy enjoying the sensation of sliding down onto the most rigid p.e.n.i.s in the world. She'd take bets on it.
Her climax had almost arrived even before she took him deep inside her, so she knew it wouldn't be long. Bracing both hands on his chest, she looked into his eyes and rotated her hips. ”Time to ride, pardner.”
He gazed back at her, his eyes glowing with heat and his fingers pressed firmly against her bottom. ”You are such a bad girl.”
”Told you. Now giddyup.”
”My pleasure.”
And with that, the two of them rode off, whooping and hollering, into the most brilliant, mind-shattering sunset imaginable.
Later, as she lay slumped over him, wis.h.i.+ng she didn't have to move, she turned her head just enough so that she could see the clock.
He must have felt her movement and guessed her intent, because he spoke without hesitation ”What time is it?”
”Almost midnight.”
”The halfway point,” he said softly. ”d.a.m.n.”
Chapter 17.
Jasper tried really hard to bask in the afterglow of great s.e.x. While he made a trip to the bathroom to get rid of the condom, Anica brought in the two beers they hadn't bothered with the night before, along with cheese and crackers and a bowl of chips.
Ideally they should be able to picnic in bed, then brush the crumbs off the sheets and go another round. Jasper figured he had until one thirty in the morning before he reverted back to cat status. He should milk that remaining time for all it was worth. He should also read his mail, but he'd put that off until the last ten minutes or so.
The thing was, during s.e.x with Anica, he'd forgotten about the time. Now he couldn't seem to think about anything else, and his good mood dribbled away like the sand in an hourgla.s.s. This whole deal was so unfair.
Why couldn't he enjoy this time in bed with Anica until morning, then get up, get dressed and go to his office? Why wasn't there a way to lift this blasted curse? As he swigged his beer his mind kept at the topic, worrying it the way Orion toyed with his felt mouse.
He'd seen Disney movies as a kid and watched his share of movies about magic as an adult. For every spell there was always a counterspell. For every poisoned apple there was true love's kiss. For every riddle there was an answer that would free the person trapped in the riddle's spell.
There had to be one in this case, too. He looked at Anica, who was happily munching on chips. She was the magic expert in this room. Besides that, she'd consulted with a witch and wizard who were supposed to be like tribal elders or something.
He couldn't shake the feeling that she was holding out on him. ”Anica, I'm going to ask you straight out. Do you know what would lift this cat spell?”
She paused, a chip halfway to her mouth. Her deer-in-the-headlights expression gave her away.
”s.h.i.+t, Anica!” He slammed his beer bottle onto the end table so hard it probably made a dent in the wood. He didn't care.
Leaping out of bed, he began to pace the floor beside it. ”You're a real piece of work, you know that?” He pointed an accusing finger at her. ”You're willing to screw my brains out, but you won't give me the most important information of my life. What's wrong with this picture?”
”But I-”
”Is it because you want to keep me tied to you? Are you afraid if I leave, I might come back at you for hexing me in the first place?” The ugly words spilled out and he couldn't stop them. ”Or maybe you haven't had a good f.u.c.k in a while, and me showing up for a few hours every night is taking the edge off?”