Page 25 of Purrfectly Outfoxed

I choke on my turkey.

“Oh goodness, are you all right?” Bea pats my back gently.

I meow that I’m fine, even though I’m very much not fine, because apparently the universe thinks it’s hilarious to have Bea read about fox mating habits while I’m trying to deny the fact that I’m probably bonded to one for life.

‘Did you hear that?’Jasper’s voice is unbearably smug.‘Loyal until death, kitty. You’re stuck with me.’

‘I hate you.’

‘No, you don’t.’

And the worst part?

He’s right.

I don’t hate him at all.

Chapter 8

Jasper

The house has been quiet for over an hour. Bea went to bed at nine-thirty, and I’ve been lying here in this damn laundry room, staring at the ceiling, counting the minutes until I can see Tabitha again.

My body hasn’t stopped humming since this afternoon. I can still taste her on my tongue, still feel the way she clenched around my fingers, still hear the sounds she made when she came.

And I want more.

I need more.

‘Tabitha,’ I reach out through our connection. ‘Let me out.’

Silence.

‘I know you’re awake. I can feel you thinking.’

‘Go to sleep, Jasper.’

‘Can’t. Not when I know you’re just down the hall, probably in that robe, probably thinking about what we started.’

‘I’m not thinking about anything except how I’m going to survive having you in this house.’

‘Liar. You’re thinking about my mouth on you. My fingers inside you. How good it felt when you came all over my face. That was hot, by the way.’

I feel a pulse of heat through our bond. Got her.

‘Stop it.’

‘Come let me out and I’ll stop.’

‘No.’

‘Why not?’

‘Because I don’t trust you.’

I grin in the darkness.‘Smart girl. You probably shouldn’t trust me. But you want me anyway, don’t you?’

‘Want and trust are two different things.’