Page 15 of Kitten Kisses

Was he really going to do this? Have sex with the hot deputy he’d met a little under twenty-four hours ago?

Are you really going to pass up an opportunity to be with him?

Nope.

Especially when he looked up and saw Slater’s eyes were filled with so much confidence, a beautiful bluish-green, and they were heavy-lidded as his hand drew closer and closer. Was this a game of power play, of dominance? Alex sank his teeth into his lower lip, gazing up into an expression that said Slater knew damn well Alex wasn’t going to stop him.

And he was right.

Whatever Slater planned on doing, Alex wanted it, wanted to be wrung from the inside out. He loved being in the guy’s powerful arms. Even though they’d just met, everything about the deputy turned him on. It was just surprising Slater was letting Alex anywhere near his nuts after what happened earlier.

But he was glad, because his heart thundered as Slater curled his fingers into the waistband of Alex’s shorts, grazing his skin, and making Alex’s stomach jerk from the touch.

Oh god. The guy even wore a cocky smirk as he framed Alex’s vision and seemed to block out the world. Now all he could see was him, strength and desire and Slater’s complete ability to ensnare him.

Alex wasn’t even sure who he was anymore. He’d never been this willing to hand over so much to someone he barely knew.

“Say yes.”

Slater was asking for his permission, even though he knew he already had it.

“Yes.” Alex grinned.

Sweet mother of mercy! Slater’s fingers delved into his shorts, scorching a path along his skin as he curled his beefy fist around Alex’s heavy, throbbing cock. His hand moved slowly, stroking, his eyes never straying as Alex bucked into Slater’s hand, desperately needing more friction.

Once again Alex was trapped in that mesmerizing gaze, becoming Dreamboat’s sole focus. His attention intense, liquifying Alex’s body with every movement, his burly arms flexing. Alex wanted release too badly to hold out, to try and prolong the moment.

As if reading his mind, Slater leaned forward, gripping the couch with his other hand, and stroked faster, capturing Alex’s lips in a gentle, languid kiss.

“Come for me, hummingbird. Let me see you fall apart.”

A cry ripped out of Alex as a delicious explosion shot up his spine. He shouted Slater’s name, hips bucking.

“Look at me, Alex,” Slater demanded. “Give me your gorgeous eyes.”

His body still convulsing, Alex obeyed. The savage expression in Slater’s gaze dragged him under and drowned him.

Their foreheads touched like a sweet kiss of skin. “That was so fucking beautiful.”

Those words were spinning through Alex.

Slater settled down next to him then pulled Alex into his arms. There was hardly any room on the couch with Slater’s large frame taking up most of the space. Alex was resting more so on the guy’s body than the cushions.

Then Slater’s chest vibrated with a low purr, mimicking the sound of a contented cat.

In that moment, Alex was positive Slater was that beast, was that “something” powerful waiting to be unleashed.

Instead of being terrified, Alex felt the pull of it calling him again. Only, it was Slater who owned that raw power and strength.

Somehow, Alex just knew this.

Slater pulled back, brushing his thumb over Alex’s lips, and Alex knew in his heart he would let both man and beast claim him.

Chapter Four

Slater slowly woke up, reaching for the warmth of Alex’s body, but found the couch empty. They’d fallen asleep cuddled on the couch last night, but it seemed his hummingbird had taken flight. He sat up and rubbed the last remaining sleep from his eyes, feeling a part of him missing without Alex in his arms.

Last night had felt like a dream, his tiger’s desire for dominance had clashed with Slater’s human will. Alex had called to his beast in the most primitive way, causing Slater to struggle to keep his animal leashed. For the first time ever, his tiger had come dangerously close to the surface, closer than ever before, and Slater was sure Alex had seen it.

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