His Sex Kitten:
He held her in his arms, she fit so perfectly that it felt so natural having her there. There was something so different about her from the other women he had been with. She was sweet, soft and held so much mystery, which he planned on finding out about. He liked the way she held him, the way she rested her head on his shoulder.
She looks up at him. "I'm tired, I'd like to go home now, if that's alright?"
His heart melted when she looked at him with those beautiful eyes of hers, she also looked as though she was afraid to ask him if they could leave. "Yes, we can leave now, I'm also very tired, it's been a long day for both of us."
They walked out of the bar and as they were getting into the car two men who were half in the bag came up to them. Kyle shook his head, it was the same old cliche, the one where they started saying some unflattering things about the woman, thinking they could take him down and do some unthinkable things to her.
"Come on guys, that's no way to talk to a lady, just go home and sleep it off and I'll let you walk away without any broken bones." The two men were large and he knew they thought because he, himself was smaller, less bulky that he wouldn't stand a chance against them. Little did they know he studied the fine art in self-defence with the world's most famous master in karate.
"Just get in your car and leave the girl with us and we won't have a problem," said the bigger one of the two.
He felt her hand on his back, heard her breathing hitching in her throat. The last thing he wanted was for her to witness his violent side, but he might not have a choice. He wasn't about to let these men get their hands on her. "Sorry boys, I can't do that." He turned to her. "Get in the car and lock the doors."
Not wanting to leave him she did what he told her to do and watched from inside as the two men charged at him. All she could see was fists flying, a lot of kicks and jumps. Kyle was like a one-man fighting machine as he took the men down, both of them bleeding and crying out in pain. She saw him taking his phone from his back pocket and making a call. She unlocked the door and stepped out, going over to him she looked at the two men laying on the ground.
"We have to wait for the police to come," he said, wiping the blood from his lip with the back of his hand.
"Where did you learn to fight like that?" she asked, impressed.
"It's a long story, maybe someday I'll tell you."
"I was scared, I thought you were going to kill them."
"I could have, but the thing is what I've learned is to use it only in self-defence, not to kill."
The cops showed up, their statement was taken and the two men were taken into custody. Kyle gave them his address and phone number then they were allowed to leave. Knowing she was still shaken up he held her hand all the way back to the hotel.
When they got back to his suite he told her to go ahead and get ready for bed, he wanted a drink before joining her. He needed to unwind, he wanted to kill those men for the things they said they wanted to do to her. It took everything he learned, all the years of training to fight the urge not to end their pathetic lives.
Putting on one of the sexy nightgowns that he bought her she went into the living room, finding him with a drink in his hand, he was staring out the window. Walking over to where he was she put her arms around his waist from behind, resting her cheek against his back. "Why don't you come to bed?" When he turned around to face her she put her arms around his neck, pressing her body up against him, letting him know she wanted him.
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His Sex KittenRomance
Cover made by JeniRaeD-----------Kyle Hicks, twenty-seven-year-old from Las Vegas, owner of one of the best hotel and casino could have any woman he wanted, but they all wanted more than sex, they wanted a ring on their finger and to be Mrs. Kyle Hi...