Page 43 of A Cougar's Kiss
“It’s here, little cat. Right here.”
He was saying something, but she had no idea what. All she knew was that it felt too good for him to stop, too good for him to worry about speaking. She wanted the release, wanted it to come blindingly fast as it had before, taking her breath away and leaving her body feeling sated and well loved.
Loved.
The word echoed in her head as his fingers moved in and out of her, his tongue licking her.
“It’s right here, little cat. Us, it’s all us.”
He was still talking and now she was struggling to think straight, to figure out what he was saying and why that one word had suddenly appeared in her mind. She thrust her hips to meet his fingers because it felt too good while they were inside of her. Her body was on fire, the heat threatening to singe her skin and the cat—who’d lay dormant all night long—was wide awake and purring as much as she was moaning.
Then he pulled his mouth and fingers away and Shya almost wept. Instead she blinked repeatedly and looked up to see Keller’s cat’s eyes glowing down at her.
“Breathe, little cat. Breathe in deeply and let it out slowly.”
She didn’t know why he was asking her to do that, especially now when she really wanted him to continue touching and licking her so that her release could finally come. But she did as he said, hoping her acquiescence would speed things along. She inhaled deeply, her nostrils flared and then burned slightly as the scent permeated her pores.
“That’s it, now tell me what you smell,” he said, eagerness edging his tone.
“Cinnamon,” was her immediate reply. “You always smell like cinnamon.”
He nodded, licking his bottom lip.
“And you taste as sweet as the scent that lines your skin. Breathe again and tell me what you smell.”
He touched the tip of his finger to her clit and she almost jumped off the bed. If he was teasing her, payback was going to be a curly-head bitch.
Shya breathed in again, this time there was no burning in her nostrils and the spicy cinnamon scent she’d expected was no more. It had been replaced by a spicy-sweet concoction that sifted through her body with the same shattering intensity as an orgasm. She cried out as it traveled through her veins to settle at her center.
Keller plunged his fingers inside of her again. “That’s it, little cat. That’s our scent, ourcompanheiro calor.”
Her head was thrashing over the comforter now as the pleasure of his touch and that scent combined drove her crazy. She couldn’t stop moving against him or inhaling that intoxicating scent. She didn’t want him to stop touching her or saying…that word he’d been saying repeatedly.
Companheiro.
Calor.
The mating scent.
And it was coming from her and Keller.
As if her body was ringing the alarm of success her thighs trembled, fingers clenched in the sheet and she screamed his name as the pleasure exploded inside of her.
Seconds later, Keller’s fingers slipped out of her and he leaned over to touch his lips to hers. “Yes, little cat. It’s ourcompanheiro calor.”
“Yes,” she whispered with her eyes shut tightly, her body still shaking from the pleasure. “Yes, it is.”
