Tossed Into Love
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“I didn’t even ask if you have stuff we can use to give him a bath,” she says as I empty the shopping bags and finish putting things away.
“I have some shampoo we can use tonight. Anything else he’ll need we can get tomorrow.” I gather an old towel from the linen closet and a bottle of shampoo from my shower, then go back to the kitchen. Libby is still standing with Pool in her arms—now without her coat on.
“I don’t think he’s going to like this very much,” Libby says as I turn on the water to fill the sink.
“Probably not,” I agree. “But he needs a bath all the same.”
“Okay, Pool. You’ve been a very good kitty, so please don’t bite us now,” Libby says, handing him over to me once I have the sink half-full.
I carefully take Pool from her and place him in the sink. He starts to freak out. He doesn’t bite, hiss, or scratch, but he does everything in his power to escape the sink—and us.
“This is fun,” Libby says.
I look at her and laugh when I see how wet she is. Her shirt is soaked through, and even some of her hair is wet.
“This isn’t exactly what I would call fun, baby,” I tell her as I haul Pool back under the water to rinse the second round of shampoo from his fur.
“Well, at least he didn’t bite us,” she murmurs, grabbing the towel from the counter and holding it out so I can hand her Pool.
He has a “pissed kitty” pout on his face.
“See? You’re all done. I bet you feel better, don’t you?” she asks Pool.
He untucks one of his paws from the towel and bats at her chin.
“Leave him to roam, baby. Let’s get you something dry to wear,” I tell her.
Her eyes meet mine, and she looks around the room.
“What if he gets lost?”
“This place is less than a thousand square feet. We’ll find him.”
I take Pool from her and set him on the ground, then take her hand. I lead her into my bedroom and flip on the light, then go to the dresser and grab T-shirts for both of us. When I turn around, I find her bent over and taking off her boots.
My eyes automatically zero in on her heart-shaped ass. Silently telling my cock to calm the fuck down, I hand her one of the T-shirts.
“My jeans are soaked, too,” she tells me with a smile.
I go back to my dresser and grab a pair of sweats that will be way too big for her and hand them to her as well. I expect her to ask to use the bathroom, so when she takes off her top right there and drops it to the floor, my mouth goes dry and my feet lead me right to her. The bra she has on is black lace, sexy as hell. I pull her toward me, meeting her gaze.
“Do you know how perfect you are?” I ask.
Her face gets soft while her hands move to rest against my chest.
“You’re pretty perfect, too, you know,” she says.
I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her softly. Her hands slide up under my shirt, and she pushes it up until it’s over my head. She presses her bra-covered chest into me as she gets up on tiptoe to deepen the kiss.
“We need to slow down,” I tell her as her nails scrape down over my pecs and abs.
“I know,” she agrees, shoving me backward.
I fall onto my bed, and she comes down on top of me.
Her mouth hits mine as soon as we land.
“Fuck, but I want you.” I flip her to her back, then lick and nip her neck, and then the edge of her breast. I enjoy listening to the sounds she’s making.
“Antonio, please touch me,” she begs, raising her hips.
My jaw clenches, and I fight an internal battle with myself as I stare into her beautiful need-filled eyes.
“Please.”
“Fuck it.”
I deftly unhook her bra and slide it from her shoulders, then unsnap her jeans and pull down the zipper. She raises her hips off the bed and helps me pull her jeans down, then kicks them off. I waste no time positioning myself between her legs when she spreads them open for me. I slide my hands under her ass and lift her into my mouth. The first taste of her on my tongue is enough to send me into a frenzy. Licking, nipping, sucking, biting—I eat her like a man famished. Her nails dig into my scalp, and her fingers pull my hair as she grinds herself against me. Carefully, I slide one finger inside her. Her hips buck up off the bed, sending her deeper into my mouth. Feeling her start to convulse around my finger, I pull her clit into my mouth and suck. Her body stills and her back arches as she comes hard. Fuck, but hearing her and seeing her come is enough to push me close to the edge. Resting my forehead against her pelvic bone, I pull in a few much-needed deep breaths to try and get myself under control.
“I think I just saw the light,” she whispers.
I smile.
“Maybe I actually died,” she continues.
I laugh, looking up at her body. Her eyes are closed and her cheeks are flushed. She looks beautiful, so damn beautiful.
“You’re staying the night,” I inform her.
Her eyes open and her chin dips so she can look at me.
“You’re staying the night,” I repeat when our eyes lock.
“I . . .” Worry fills her eyes.
I slowly slide my finger out of her, listening to her gasp as I do, then move up her body until I’m over her and looking down into her sated eyes.
“Baby, we’re not going there. Not yet. You’ll tell me when you’re ready for that. I just want to hold you tonight.”
“Really?”
“Really.” I run my fingers down the side of her face.
“Okay,” she whispers. “I’ll stay the night.”
“Good.” I kiss her forehead, then lean back to look at her once more. “You feeling okay?”
“Yeah.” She lifts her hand to touch my jaw.
“Good.” I lean down and kiss her softly once more. “That was beautiful, baby. Probably the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced.”
Her eyes warm.
Fuck, seeing that look of contentment in her eyes . . . I know I could easily fall in love with her.
“I don’t know if I should say thank you or not.”
I start to laugh. “No thanks necessary.” I smile. “It was my pleasure.” Her cheeks get dark, and I laugh again. “We should probably get up and check on Pool.”
“What about y—”
“I’m good.” I cut her off, knowing what she’s going to ask. I don’t have the ability to think about that right now. Not with her still naked, her cheeks still flushed, the scent of her sex still in my nostrils, and the taste of her on my tongue.
“But . . .”
“I’m good.” I squeeze her waist and then kiss her once more before I help her up off the bed. Looking down at her once she’s on her feet, I grin. “You’re short without your heels.”
“I’ll always be short compared to you,” she tells me as she smiles. “It’s nice not having to worry about how high my heels are when I’m with you.”
“You worried about that before?”
“Well, if I had a date with a guy who was short or just as tall as me, I couldn’t wear whatever heels I wanted to—I had to be considerate of his emotional vulnerability about his height,” she says.
I toss my head back, laughing.
“Glad you don’t have to think about that when you’re with me, baby.” I kiss the tip of her nose and then let her go so I can hand her the shirt I gave her earlier. As much as I love looking at her beautiful body, there is no way I will be able to keep control over myself if she doesn’t put something on. “You get dressed. I’m going to see if I can find Pool. I’ll give him some food, then I’ll find us something to eat while we watch a movie.”
“Do you have popcorn?” she asks.
I think for a minute, then shake my head no. “Darn. Okay, I’ll go out as soon as I get dressed.”
I grab my shirt and put it on, then leave her in my bedroom. When I reach the living room, I find Pool lying on the couch. When he sees me, he jumps down and follows me into the kitchen. I grab an old cake pan from the drawer under the stove and fill it with cat litter, then set it down. I make a mental note to get a litter box tomorrow. I then dump a can of cat food into a bowl and set it down, along with a bowl of water. Pool sniffs the cat litter and then goes to the food and starts to scarf it down.