Page 26 of Purrfectly Outfoxed

‘Then let me turn over a new leaf—prove I’m trustworthy. Open the door, kitty. I promise to be good.’

‘Your promises mean nothing.’

‘Ouch. That hurts.’I pause, then soften my mental voice.‘But seriously, Tabby, I’ll behave. Scout’s honor. I just want to see you. Talk to you. Maybe steal one more kiss before we try to sleep. That’s all.’

Another pause. Longer this time. But I can feel her wavering.

‘Just talking?’she asks suspiciously.

‘And maybe one kiss. I swear.’

I hear soft footsteps in the hallway, then the click of the lock. The door swings open and there she is, backlit by the hallway nightlight, wearing that damn robe that drives me crazy.

She looks nervous. Defiant. Beautiful.

“Don’t make me regret this,” she says firmly.

“Oh, you won’t.” I move before she can react, grabbing her waist and pulling her against me, my mouth crashing into hers.

She makes a sound of surprise that quickly turns into a moan as I deepen the kiss, one hand tangling in her hair while the other grips her hip.

“This isn’t talking,” she gasps against my mouth.

“But it is a kiss,” I admit, continuing down her neck. “One really long, really deep full-body kiss.”

“You’re—oh god—you’re terrible?—”

“We foxes prefer the term cunning.”

She tries to protest but I silence her by sealing my mouth over hers, kissing her slower, deeper, pouring everything I feel into it. The want. The need. The certainty that she’s mine and I’m hers and nothing else matters.

Without breaking the kiss, I reach down and lift her off the floor, and her legs wrap around my middle as I carry her to the couch, holding myself over her as I gently lower her down and tug the robe open to reveal her nakedness underneath.

“Were you planning this?” I ask, grinning at the sight of her soft curves, and she giggles.

“Just shut up and keep kissing me.”

I don’t need to be told twice.

My mouth finds hers again while my hands roam her body. She arches into me, her fingers dragging down my back, nails biting into my skin.

“Gentle kitty.” She purrs into my mouth, the sound vibrating against my lips, her body soft and hot beneath me. I slow down, dragging out each touch, wanting to savor her, memorize the way she feels. She’s not just beautiful—she’s confident and wild and absolutely alive, and the taste of her is as sharp as a shot of whiskey.

She runs her hands through my hair, tugging hard enough to make me groan. “You’re supposed to be being good,” she whispers, voice gone breathless.

“This is me being good,” I reply, nipping at her collarbone. “You don’t want to see me bad.”

She looks up at me, hair splayed across the couch pillow, eyes dark with desire and a hint of challenge that makes my pulse race. “Show me bad, then,” she murmurs, her voice a velvet dare that makes me impossibly harder.

I chuckle low in my throat, the sound more growl than laugh. “Careful what you wish for, kitty.” My hands slide down hersides, tracing the dip of her waist before gripping her thighs, spreading them wider as I settle between them. She’s all warmth and invitation, her skin flushing under my touch, and I can’t resist leaning down to trail kisses along her throat, nipping lightly at the spot where her pulse flutters like a trapped bird.

She gasps, her fingers tightening in my hair, pulling me closer. “Jasper...” My name on her lips is pure temptation, laced with that purring undertone that reminds me exactly what she is—feline grace wrapped in fire. I shift my weight, pressing my hips against her thigh, letting her feel how hard she makes me, how much I want this.

“Feel that?” I whisper against her ear, my breath hot. “That’s how badly I want you.” One hand ventures lower, fingers teasing along her inner thigh, inching toward where she’s already wet and ready. She arches up to meet me, a soft whimper escaping her, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.

Her nails dig into my shoulders as she rocks against my hand. “More,” she demands, all that aristocratic poise cracking into raw need. I oblige, slipping two fingers inside her, curling them just right to make her moan. Our mental link flares with her pleasure, a feedback loop that amplifies everything—her heat, her scent, the way she clenches around me.

“I’m trying to hold back, kitty. Take my time,” I groan, capturing her mouth again in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue, desperate and devouring as my fingers move inside her and her hips rock, meeting my hand stroke for stroke.