eyes opened, blinked
sleepily, then stared into his eyes. Really stared. As in searching
his soul.
For what he wasn’t sure, but
apparently she found it because she smiled.
His breath caught. Not a speck of makeup covered her face and
she still shamed every other woman in the world. Each and every freckle on her pert nose
begged for a kiss, for individual recognition. Recognition he’d be sure to give before the sun went down. A man could lose his soul in Tabitha’s eyes.
“Can’t you reschedule?” she
tempted, unaware of how just looking at her affected him. Odd in and of itself. Tabby had built in radar sensors that told
her when a man lusted after her, a sense that she exploited to her advantage every
opportunity she got.
“Not this time.”
“We could spend the day in
bed,” she added.
“It’s not that easy.” He threaded his fingers through her
hair. How many times during the night
had he tangled his hands in her tresses and lost himself inside her? “Although I like how you think.”
“So, you have to go to work and
we have to get up from bed.” She glanced
at the clock. “Exactly how much time do
we have?”
He palmed her scalp, pulled her
closer until she pressed fully against him. “How much time do you want?”
“The rest of my l-” Her mouth clamped shut, her expression
guarded. “The rest of the weekend.”
What had she been going to say?
Not what she’d said.
Life?
The rest of her life ?
Surely, he was mistaken.
Tabby was a tomcat in female
form.
She didn’t do rest of her life
and happily-ever-after.
More like, your place or mine?
Still, he was thinking too
much. What he needed was to kiss her
good morning. And show her what they did
have time for.
“In bed for the weekend. Sounds like a great idea to me. If only we’d planned ahead and brought food
with us. As is, we’d starve to death
before Monday morning.”
She snorted. “Typical man, always thinking of his
stomach.”
“Always.” He touched his lips to hers and pressed a
soft kiss to her upturned mouth. “Morning Tabby cat.”
Tabby’s eyes watered.
Dear heavens above, a good
morning greeting shouldn’t reach inside and shred her to pieces.
But that’s exactly what Jason’s
did.
Morning Tabby cat, he’d said.
Just like old times.
Only this wasn’t old times.
It was now and she’d come to Jason
with a mission. A mission she’d totally
forgotten about during the night as they’d repeatedly made love. Not once had she considered her supposed afflictions,
although if anything being with Jason might prove that theory correct. She was addicted to sex. With Jason.
All she’d thought about was Jason.
Jason’s mouth. Jason’s hands. Jason’s chest. Jason’s whispered words of praise as they
brought each other to orgasm after orgasm. Jason’s laughter at her teasing. The warmth that spread through her at his teasing.
He kissed her and she closed
her eyes, glad for the excuse to keep him from seeing her tears. Tabitha Sterling didn’t cry. Not ever. Had he noticed the moisture, she’d have covered, somehow. He wouldn’t believe her capable of shedding
tears over him anyway.
Not for the reasons she was.
Not because she suffered a
sense of loss at the demise of their relationship.
Not only had she lost her lover
that awful day, she’d lost her best friend.
His expression furrowed. “Tabby?”
“Make me purr, Jason.”
“Aren’t you sore?”
Was she? She didn’t know, but it didn’t matter. She needed him again, needed the completion
she experienced when her body connected with his. Having him inside her, all his attention
focused on her, warmed an area of her soul that had been cold. Cold even though she hadn’t realized.
Not bothering to answer, she
laced her fingers with his and moved on top of him. Her hair covered her breasts,
sleepily, then stared into his eyes. Really stared. As in searching
his soul.
For what he wasn’t sure, but
apparently she found it because she smiled.
His breath caught. Not a speck of makeup covered her face and
she still shamed every other woman in the world. Each and every freckle on her pert nose
begged for a kiss, for individual recognition. Recognition he’d be sure to give before the sun went down. A man could lose his soul in Tabitha’s eyes.
“Can’t you reschedule?” she
tempted, unaware of how just looking at her affected him. Odd in and of itself. Tabby had built in radar sensors that told
her when a man lusted after her, a sense that she exploited to her advantage every
opportunity she got.
“Not this time.”
“We could spend the day in
bed,” she added.
“It’s not that easy.” He threaded his fingers through her
hair. How many times during the night
had he tangled his hands in her tresses and lost himself inside her? “Although I like how you think.”
“So, you have to go to work and
we have to get up from bed.” She glanced
at the clock. “Exactly how much time do
we have?”
He palmed her scalp, pulled her
closer until she pressed fully against him. “How much time do you want?”
“The rest of my l-” Her mouth clamped shut, her expression
guarded. “The rest of the weekend.”
What had she been going to say?
Not what she’d said.
Life?
The rest of her life ?
Surely, he was mistaken.
Tabby was a tomcat in female
form.
She didn’t do rest of her life
and happily-ever-after.
More like, your place or mine?
Still, he was thinking too
much. What he needed was to kiss her
good morning. And show her what they did
have time for.
“In bed for the weekend. Sounds like a great idea to me. If only we’d planned ahead and brought food
with us. As is, we’d starve to death
before Monday morning.”
She snorted. “Typical man, always thinking of his
stomach.”
“Always.” He touched his lips to hers and pressed a
soft kiss to her upturned mouth. “Morning Tabby cat.”
Tabby’s eyes watered.
Dear heavens above, a good
morning greeting shouldn’t reach inside and shred her to pieces.
But that’s exactly what Jason’s
did.
Morning Tabby cat, he’d said.
Just like old times.
Only this wasn’t old times.
It was now and she’d come to Jason
with a mission. A mission she’d totally
forgotten about during the night as they’d repeatedly made love. Not once had she considered her supposed afflictions,
although if anything being with Jason might prove that theory correct. She was addicted to sex. With Jason.
All she’d thought about was Jason.
Jason’s mouth. Jason’s hands. Jason’s chest. Jason’s whispered words of praise as they
brought each other to orgasm after orgasm. Jason’s laughter at her teasing. The warmth that spread through her at his teasing.
He kissed her and she closed
her eyes, glad for the excuse to keep him from seeing her tears. Tabitha Sterling didn’t cry. Not ever. Had he noticed the moisture, she’d have covered, somehow. He wouldn’t believe her capable of shedding
tears over him anyway.
Not for the reasons she was.
Not because she suffered a
sense of loss at the demise of their relationship.
Not only had she lost her lover
that awful day, she’d lost her best friend.
His expression furrowed. “Tabby?”
“Make me purr, Jason.”
“Aren’t you sore?”
Was she? She didn’t know, but it didn’t matter. She needed him again, needed the completion
she experienced when her body connected with his. Having him inside her, all his attention
focused on her, warmed an area of her soul that had been cold. Cold even though she hadn’t realized.
Not bothering to answer, she
laced her fingers with his and moved on top of him. Her hair covered her breasts,
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