“I can get to know you.”
She sits up and scoots a little closer to me. We’re not quite touching, but then Theresa reaches for my cheek and smiles up at me.
“That means a lot to me.”
“Good, because it’s not an offer I often extend.”
She laughs loudly and happily, and then Theresa surprises me. She leans up and kisses me softly, pressing her lips to mine.
“What was that for?” I whisper.
“Heat of the moment,” she shrugs. “A thank you.”
“Oh, I think a thank you should be more like this,” I say, and then I grab her and pull her close. I bring my lips down to hers, and I own her mouth for just a moment. This is no innocent kiss. This is no sweet, demure thank you kiss. Nope. My kiss is needy and hot and breathless. My kiss is going to leave her panties wet and her body aching for more.
That’s how I kiss.
That’s how I show appreciation.
I pull away and look down at Theresa. Her eyes are closed and a smile spreads on her face. She reaches for me without opening her eyes and this time, she kisses me again.
And again.
And again.
Fuck, my dick is hard now, and I want more, but we’ve only just met.
She doesn’t seem to mind, though. Theresa makes soft purring sounds and if I didn’t definitively know she was human, I’d say she was a cat shifter for certain. She rubs her body against me greedily seeking more, and I’m so happy to give that to her.
My hand is on her thigh and my lips are on her neck. I kiss her skin, tasting her, craving her.
“Heath,” she murmurs.
“Theresa.”
“You are so fucking hot.”
She looks up at me and opens her eyes, and she just...smiles at me. She looks so innocent and so surprised.
“Why, thank you,” I murmur. I touch her cheek, stroking her skin, and she leans into my hand. Somehow, I get the feeling that Theresa isn’t very experienced when it comes to men or dating. I’m not sure why I get that feeling. It doesn’t bother me. It’s just that she seems so innocently excited by what we’re doing.
“Do you bring a lot of girls here?” She asks, smiling.
I laugh, but I shake my head.
“I can honestly say you’re the first,” I tell her.
“I’m honored.”
“We need drinks.”
I get up and head to the kitchen. I grab a bottle of wine and pour us each a glass. When I bring the glasses back to the couch, she takes hers greedily and chugs it. Then she hands me the glass back.
“Really?”
“What?” She asks. “I like wine.”
“Drink mine and I’ll refill both of the glasses.”