Page 22 of Purrfectly Outfoxed
“You—oh god—you imagined this?”
“Every goddamn moment since I got here.” He slides one finger inside me and I arch off the counter. “Thought about howyou’d sound. How you’d taste. How you’d feel wrapped around me.”
He adds a second finger, crooking them to hit a spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. His mouth finds my clit, sucking gently before flicking his tongue across it in rapid strokes.
I’m already close. Embarrassingly close. It’s been so long since anyone touched me like this—since anyone touched me at all—and he’s making it impossible to hold back.
My hands scramble for purchase, knocking over a bottle of lotion. It lands with a thud and rolls to the sink, but neither of us cares. His tongue draws circles around my clit, building and building, and then he sucks hard and my whole body shudders. I clamp a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming and dig the other into his hair, probably yanking too hard, but he just growls and doubles down.
I come so hard I swear I black out for a second. When I open my eyes, Jasper’s smirking up at me, chin shiny, eyes smug.
“Oh my god,” I whisper. Dignity gone. Grace obliterated. “What the fuck was that?”
“Told you. Meant for each other.” He presses a kiss to my inner thigh, so gentle it makes me want to claw at him. “You going to let me show you the rest?”
I should say no. I should regain some semblance of control, but really, what good would that do me now? I’m split open, still shuddering as the aftershocks ripple through me, and he’s watching with the naked reverence of a starving man seeing his first sunrise.
“Do your worst,” I manage, voice trembling but steadying by the syllable.
He stands, somehow gathering dignity to himself even with swollen lips and evidence of me gleaming on his chin. He presseshis forehead to mine, just for a second, and I realize with a jolt it’s the most intimate thing that’s ever happened to me.
“God, Tabitha,” he murmurs, voice gone hoarse and worshipful. “I can’t fucking wait to claim you.”
He wraps his hand around the back of my head and drags me to him, his mouth colliding with mine with both hunger and tenderness.
This kiss is different from the first. Slower. Deeper. I can taste myself on his tongue and it should be weird, but it’s not. It’s hot as hell. And I’m wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him closer even though we’re already as close as we can be.
Jasper’s hands slide under my thighs, fingers splaying to anchor me. He grinds against me once, twice—fuck, he’s hard, his cock pressing into the apex of my spread legs, hot even through the rasp of the denim. I want it. Want him inside me, even though I know it’s a catastrophic idea. I want to let him split me open and crawl inside me and never leave.
He dips his head, biting my collarbone in a way that leaves no ambiguity about whose side of the animal kingdom he’s drawing from. I hiss—actually hiss—and twist a fist in his hair. He laughs into my skin, full body shaking with it, equal parts arrogance and delight.
“Kitten’s got claws,” he grins, looking up at me, hair wild, eyes feral.
“You have no fucking idea,” I retort, reaching down between us, fingers finding the button of his jeans. He sucks in a sharp breath as my knuckles brush against his lower abdomen. And I pop the button, slide the zipper down, and slip my hand inside.
“Tabitha,” he groans as I wrap my hand around his thick length.
He’s hot and hard and?—
The sound of a car in the driveway makes us both freeze.
“Fuck,” we say in unison.
“She’s back,” I whisper, panic flooding through me.
“Shit. OK,” Jasper says, already zipping his jeans and looking around frantically. “I need to get back into the laundry room.”
“You don’t have time.” I look around frantically and spot the open window. “Out there.” I point and shove him toward it. “You’re gonna have to climb down.”
Jasper hesitates for a split second, his eyes wide with that mix of panic and mischief I’m starting to recognize as his default crisis mode. “Climb down? From the second floor? Tabitha, I’m a fox, not a squirrel.”
“Then climb down as a human if you have to,” I hiss, giving him another shove toward the window as the car door slams closed outside. “Just go! And don’t you dare get caught.”
He flashes me a wicked grin, then drops his jeans, standing there in all his still-aroused glory.Holy shit, that’s a pretty cock.I can’t help but stare, wide-eyed, mouth open.
“Eyes up here. You’ll get it soon enough, kitty,” he teases, tossing his jeans at me. “Hide those for me, will you?” I blink up at him and he grins. “This isn’t over, kitty. Not by a long shot.” Before I can snap back, he shifts mid-movement, his body blurring into that scruffy red fox form, and leaps out the window.
I stand there for a second, frozen, holding his jeans in my hands and staring at the open window where a naked-turned-fox man just jumped out.