Free Cat of a Different Color: Halle Pumas, Book 3 by Dana Marie Bell Page A

reached up with one hand and gently tweaked one of her pale nipples.
    “Uh…”
    “I know just which part I’d like to stick to, too.”
    She thought about bopping him on the head, but it hurt too much to move. “First off, I’m in way too much pain for what you have in mind. Secondly, I will not be distracted by sex.”
    “No?” He pouted down at her, eyes twinkling with mischief.
    “No.”
    “You’re sure?” he asked as his hot tongue swiped quickly across her puckered nipple.
    “Sure,” she gasped, not sure anymore what she was agreeing too.
    “Marry me?” he whispered just before he kissed her with mind-bending thoroughness.
    “Sure…wait, what?”
    “Too late,” he grinned triumphantly.
    “Hold on there, weren’t we fighting a minute ago?”
    “Nope.”
    “But—”
    “Hey, no take-backs!”
    “ Adrian !” She laughed, loving the look in his eyes as they twinkled down at her.
    He shook his head, clucking his tongue. “That wasn’t the kind of screaming I was going for tonight, sweetheart. Guess I’ll just have to try harder.” He sighed happily.
    “Dork.” She laughed breathlessly as his mouth landed on her breast again.
    He laved her nipple gently, barely sucking it between his lips. “Hey, studies show that orgasms are very good for pain management. It has to do with all those lovely endorphins crashing through your body. Hold very still, sweetheart.”
    “Not…sure…I can,” she panted, desperate to get closer to him. The pain in her body seemed to recede when he touched her like that, so maybe there was something to that endorphin thing, after all.
    Or maybe it was just his touch. Everything seemed better when he touched her.
    “If you don’t hold still I’ll have to figure out some other way to help you sleep,” he whispered, grinning his wicked grin. He kissed the tip of her nose when she whimpered and froze. “Good girl.”
    He nibbled his way down her neck to his mark, but didn’t bite. She wanted him to, oh, so desperately, but he merely shushed her and moved on.
    Butterfly-light kisses worked their way down her body, stopping at each breast to lovingly pay homage. Lips, teeth and tongue came out to play as he did his best to make her forget her pain. He kept his body away from hers, hovering over her as he moved down, almost as if he was afraid to touch her. He lingered on the bruise on her hip, barely breathing on it as he growled over it. The barely there kisses soothed the ache in her heart more than the ache in her hip. She closed her eyes and shivered as he worked his way down one leg. He kissed both of her feet reverently before working his way back up the other leg. He spread her legs apart, softly kissing up the inside of her thigh. She waited for him to nip her there, wanting to feel the bite of his teeth, but again he refused. Instead, he began a long, languid, wet lapping at her pussy that had her drenched in seconds. It took everything in her not to follow that hot tongue as he methodically worked her over, slit to clit, never stopping, speeding or slowing.
    Her breath was coming in pants, her hips undulating despite her efforts to hold them still. “So good,” she whispered just before the orgasm rolled through her, hot and sweet as candy.
    Her eyes opened as he slid inside her. She could feel every rock hard inch of him straining against her as he held himself back. “I love you,” he whispered just before he took her mouth with a dominance that left her feeling weak and shaken.
    He fucked her slowly, careful not to jar her. She could see the promise in his eyes. As soon as the pain was gone he planned on giving her what they both wanted, a good, hard pounding that would leave them breathless, sweaty and very, very happy.
    For tonight, he gave them what they both needed.
    She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, barely hiding the wince the movement caused. “I love you, too.”
    His eyes went wide and, as if the words were a trigger