Free To Hiss or to Kiss by Katya Armock Page A

for Jorge.
    “Tempting. Perhaps we should try that in a less heated environment. I want to explore you all on my own.” He runs a hand down my front and under my shirt. He pauses then, meeting my eyes. “I don’t usually move so quickly, Chloe. I want you to know that. With you, I can’t seem to help myself.”
    “Well, I don’t do relationships, but I’m here and this doesn’t feel like a one-night stand.” Caught up in the moment of honesty, I feel myself blush, but Jorge is nonplussed.
    He resumes his exploration under my shirt. “No, it doesn’t. It isn’t.”
    I moan at his touch. We stare into each other’s eyes a moment longer, then I pull his face down to me and start kissing him again, unbuttoning his shirt as our tongues resume their play. When I get the last button undone, I pull out his tucked-in undershirt and run my hands up his torso. He has a smattering of silky hair on his chest, and I wonder if this is what his fur would feel like in jaguar form. He starts to purr again. “God, I love it when you purr,” I murmur as he starts to place kisses across my check and down my neck.
    “Good. I don’t purr for just anyone. Kinda gives a lot away.” He grins against my shoulder, then continues kissing down my arm. “I think it’s time for your shirt to go.” He leans back and lifts my shirt off.
    When he goes back to kiss me, I stop him. “Not so fast, mister. My turn.” I push off his button-down and then start lifting off his undershirt. He helps me get it over his head, and I just stare at his well-muscled pecs and abs.
    “I hope that Cheshire-cat grin is because you like what you see.” His eyebrow is cocked.
    “Mmm-hmm.” I nod slightly, reaching out to splay my hands across his chest. I’m gratified to feel his nipples harden even more under my touch. He is warm, and the purring resumes. I sigh blissfully and lean in to run my tongue up his belly to said nipples.
    A groan mingles with his purr as he reaches down to unhook my bra, and I move my hands off him long enough to slide it off. He kisses my neck and shoulder and arm all the way down to my hand, turning it over to gently kiss my palm. Our eyes meet and his look is so smoldering I feel utterly sexy. I involuntarily squeeze my legs together in reaction to the wetness between my thighs.
    “God, your scent is intoxicating.” He groans, reaching for my breasts, squeezing and teasing. I moan, falling back to lie across his bed. He follows, helping me scoot up and get comfortable. Then he kisses my breasts, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling in the most delightful way. My hands weave through his hair. It is fine but dense, and so soft. I run my fingers the few inches to the ends, loving the silkiness between them.
    He moves his mouth to my other breast, and I begin to writhe, aching for him to touch me lower as well. Again he seems to read my mind, his hand scraping the fabric of my black khakis between my legs, and I gasp in surprise and pleasure.
    Getting impatient, I sit up a little, pulling Jorge to me so I can unbutton his jeans. He gets the idea but helps to relieve me of my pants and panties first before stripping off his own jeans and boxers. It takes him seconds. Taking in the sight of his cock, hard and ready, I gain a new appreciation for his ability to move fast.
    He bends back over me, his hands skimming over my slit and using some of my natural lubrication to play with my clit. He trails kisses down my stomach, then around my thighs.
    I am so turned on, and I really wish I could purr. I do my best approximation, moaning deep in my throat. My hands return to Jorge’s hair, running through the strands, and then playing along the sides of his face. His skin is smooth and soft.
    He slides a finger into my slit, moving around to find the right places to make me moan and writhe. I realize he’s lifted his head slightly to watch my face. He is smiling like the cat who got the canary.
    “You