Free Kat and Mouse by Lexxie Couper Page A

her heart hammer in her chest, a rhythm in perfect harmony with his own rapid beat. “And I was already in love with you. Irretrievably and completely.”
    Her lips parted. Her eyes widened. Her fingers knotted in his hair again and with gentle, almost hesitant, care she pulled his head down to hers and kissed him.
    Warmth flooded through Flynn like a tidal wave. A growl rumbled in his throat. He curled his arms under her shoulders and pulled her deeper into the kiss, his tongue meeting hers with fierce hunger. He’d spent what felt like a lifetime stealing precious diamonds from those who never appreciated them, invaluable jewels of flawless structure, when what he’d really wanted, the only thing he’d wanted, was the precious, flawed, jewel beneath him.
    Her hands scored two slow, burning paths down his back, over his hips and up to his hair again, as if she needed to make certain he really was there.
    I’m here, Katrina , he thought, flicking at her teeth with his tongue as he drew in a long, slow breath, taking her into his very being. I’m here with you .
    Molten heat surged through him and his cock, still buried deep within her sex, thickened. Grew long and hard and rigid. She whimpered into his kiss and arched her back, bending her knees and lifting her legs until he could penetrate her no deeper. She knotted her fists in his hair and pulled his head from hers, staring up at him with eyes that smouldered. “I want to feel your flesh on mine,” she stated, voice husky.
    Planting his hands on either side of her head he smiled down at her, struggling to control his breaths. “Then you best undress me. Quickly.”
    Her fingers moved to his back, curled around the hem of his shirt and, with vicious strength, she yanked it up his torso and over his head.
    Shuffling his weight, he grabbed the garment in one hand and threw it to the floor, staring at her the whole time. He never wanted to lose sight of her. Never again.
    “Make love to me, Flynn,” she murmured.
    “Gladly,” he answered, and lowered himself down to her body again.
    Her warm, smooth flesh pressed to his, her puckered nipples razing his chest, sending jolts of liquid electricity into his already straining balls. His cock throbbed and he sucked in a breath. Fuck, he was so close to coming already. The faintest whisper of her body moving with his and he would be—
    Her hands slid his over his arse, around his hips and between their legs and all rational thought deserted him. “There’ll be time for slow later, Flynn.” Her raw whisper stole his breath, just as her hands found his balls and stole his control.
    He rammed into her, punching his shaft again and again and again, into the tight, wet, hot channel of her pussy. He fisted the quilt beneath her, needing an anchor. Not to hold him to her, but to stop himself exploding in a rupture of sensations. He was going to come and he couldn’t stop himself. He was going to…he was going to…
    Katrina bucked, locking her heels behind his arse, squeezing his balls with one hand the exact moment she pressed a finger to his anus. “Jesus, Flynn. I’m going to come.”
    Rhythm deserted him. Time forgot him. He sank his cock into her wetness and lost himself to his release, crying her name out with every spurt of his seed that pumped into her sex.
    God. She was the jewel he’d hungered for his whole life. The unobtainable jewel he’d never been able to forget. And as soon as he stole the Daemon Moon they would be free. One last job and then she’d be…
    Safe ?
    His climax wracked his body is violent shudders, even as the word stilled his heart. Safe. She’d never be safe with him. He was a thief and she was a cop.
    Two different worlds. As it always had been. Too different, too dangerous for their love to survive.
    “Flynn. Flynn. Oh, fuck me, Flynn. I love you.”
    Katrina’s cries rent the air. Her pussy constricted on his pumping, spurting shaft. She bucked and moaned and milked his cock of