The Kitten Has Claws

The Kitten Has Claws [Chapter 32]

He moved his lips down her jaw delicately, making a delightful trail to her neck. A smile graced his lips when she moaned again. He lightly bit the chord in her throat, sucking lightly and moved on to down to her collarbone where he nipped playfully. His tongue traced an erotic pattern, dipping into the hollow at her neck and sweeping out to tease her shoulders. Fletcher bit again at the space between her neck and shoulder, resisting the urge to chuckle when she shivered.

Tamsin was dying. From pleasure and unfulfilled desires. If Fletcher didn't kiss her right now, she was afraid she was going to explode into a thousand tiny pieces, never to be put back together again. But maybe that's what he wanted. She refused to give in, refused to beg for his touch; no matter how much she wanted it.

"Ungh," she groaned when he pressed his body closer to her. His lips had moved back up to her face, caressing her nose and brow teasingly.

"What do you want, pumpkin?" Fletcher murmured coaxingly. He would make her admit it, make her submit to him.

Tamsin shook her head and shifted her body uncomfortably, but all it did was rub his body harder against hers. She felt his muscles pressing against her from all sides. She knew that with one word she could have everything, his muscles, his skin, his kiss, but she couldn't do. "Please," she cried softly.

Fletcher kissed the corner of her mouth, but moved on to her ear, nibbling arousingly. "Tell me, where does it ache? Tell me what you want." His hot breath sent shivers down her spine, making it that much harder for her to resist. Sweat trickled down her back, and beaded on her forehead as she fruitlessly tried to hold fast.

"Just kiss me," she moaned, "please."

His lips twitched knowingly, but he still didn't kiss her. Instead he grabbed her hands with his own and stretched them above her head, pinning them to the mattress. "What do you want, Tamsin?" he growled hoarsely. "Tell me." He didn't think he could hold back much longer if she didn't say anything. He prayed to every god he could think of, hoping one of them would hear him and grant his wish. Tamsin was looking at him with lust filled eyes, but there was still a glimmer of the cold and calculating emotion that prevented him from kissing her. He gave a dazzling smile and caressed his thumbs along the pad of her hands. "Tell me."

"You," she choked out finally, "I want you, damn it." She could have sworn she heard him mumble 'thank gods' before his lips attacked hers in a kiss that sent her over the edge. But she didn't care, because the only thing she could think was 'finally'.

She whined in the back of her throat when Fletcher refused to release her hands. Tamsin wanted to feel his skin so badly, but he wouldn't let her. Right now he was controlling them, and right now all they were doing was kissing. Not that she was complaining, but it was driving her wild not being able to touch him. Wilder than before the kiss. "Fletcher," she cried, in between kisses, "I want to touch you."

"Mmm," he murmured, "me too, but not right now. Let me savor you slowly." Her mind cried out no, but her body said yes, anything was acceptable as long as they were touching in some form. He kissed her fiercely again, taking her breath as he gave his. She felt like he was sucking all of her love out of her, pulling it to the surface for the world to see. She wanted to push it back down, but he wouldn't let her.

"Fletch, please."

He released her hands and growled low in his throat when her hands immediately found their way under his cotton shirt warmed from his body. She caressed softly, loving the feel of his muscles shifting and tensing beneath her ministrations. "Sin," he said gutturally. His blue eyes were now black with desire, boring into hers heatedly. "I love you," he intoned.

Tamsin froze in shock from hearing those three words. She had forgotten that he had already confessed them to her. They changed everything. Using every ounce of her will power she removed her hands and pushed him off of her. Fletcher was caught so off guard that he fell back onto his ass. She almost laughed at his confused look that quickly turned into a scowl.

"What the hell?" he snarled angrily. He stood up slowly and glared at her.

She held up her hands, begging him to understand. "I'm not rejecting you," she said. "I want us to take this slow. If you truly love me, you'll respect my wishes. I think we need to get to know each other first, before we get intimate." She paused to gage his reaction so far and continued when she saw that he was listening carefully. "We have the chemistry, but I want to make sure that we're compatible in every way. Because," she cleared her throat delicately, "I love you too."

Fletcher felt like he had been punched in the gut, in a good way. His world dropped out from beneath him and suddenly he was in heaven with the angels and naked cherubs. Tamsin loved him. He loved her and she loved him. It was that simple and yet so complicated.

Somehow he was on his knees again, in front of her, looking up at her with love in his eyes. "If you want to take things slow, I'm alright with that. As long as you love me, whatever you want is yours. Except for my weapons," he grinned sexily, "and my box of cereal, those are non-negotiable. However, everything else is on the table. Especially my clothes. Please borrow them and walk around the room in them. But only in the room, can't have the other guys seeing you all sexy like."

Tamsin giggled and rested her forehead on his, "To think I was in it for the cereal all along. Guess I'll have to settle with your boxers and t-shirts."

"Oh gods," he growled, already imagining it, "just the boxers. Nothing else."

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