always help a friend when I can, and you are going to be more than just a friend.”
Then he reached across the front seat, slid one big hand around the back of her neck under her hair, and guided her upper body toward the center of the car. He met her over the center console and brushed a quick kiss across her lips. The swift brushing of their lips was like throwing gasoline on the red-hot embers that her need for sex had become.
She gasped with surprise, which gave him the opportunity to return and take the kiss several layers deeper, thoroughly exploring her mouth. She was so stunned by the feel of his lips on hers and the arousal that was growing to a fever pitch low in her belly that her mind went blank. As she reached for him to hold him still while they continued the kiss, he pulled back, releasing her and turning to place both hands on the steering wheel.
His voice was low and deep and sent another streak of need through her as he said, “Go inside and get ready for your day. I’ll be back in an hour and a half, if not before.”
Unable to speak, Stacy nodded. She climbed from the car and walked to the house, her mind not on her day, but on the man who had just kissed her like no one else ever had. It had been gentle, yet masterful, and made her want to drag KJ into the house with her and her busy day could go to hell.
* * * *
Neither of them saw the man standing two doors down across the street. Between the overgrown bushes and the early morning shadows, he was well hidden. He watched, and his anger grew until he finally turned around and smashed his fist into the wall behind him. The pain did little to temper the fire that someone else had just kissed his woman.
* * * *
As Stacy walked away, KJ turned only his head to watch until she entered the house and closed the door behind her. Not once had she turned back, thank the Gods. If she had, he would have been tempted to say screw the rest of his shift. He would have followed her inside and claimed his mate right now.
But he had seen the fear in her eyes as well as the desire. Something in her past made it difficult for her to trust men no matter how much she might want to. He would need to take his time and woo her, winning her heart before he could claim her body.
Fighting the urge to give in to his cougar’s demands, KJ started the car and headed back to the station. All he had planned for the day was to sleep, so helping Stacy get her car fixed would be no problem.
Pulling to a stop at the entrance to the development, he shifted in his seat, trying to find a more comfortable position for his erection. He hissed as he straightened his cock.
Though he was tempted to pull over and relieve the tension in his lower body, it would have to wait until he had clocked out and returned home. His cat, having scented, met, and tasted its mate, needed to run. And rubbing out a quick orgasm would have no effect on his stress level in the big scheme of things.
Nothing would help except claiming his mate.
* * * *
Stacy entered the house, but did not stop walking until she reached the bathroom in the first floor master suite. She needed a long shower and a stern talking-to in order to keep herself from reading too much into KJ’s actions. Looking at herself in the mirror, she gasped at her appearance.
She looked like a wild woman. Her hair was wavy, and strands stuck out, giving her a just-fucked, wanton appearance. Her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes seemed to be sparkling, something she had never seen, even in the early years of her marriage when things had not been so bad.
Stripping off her clothes, she could not help but run the fingers of one hand between her legs, feeling the wetness that had spread to the outside of her pussy lips. That gentle touch was enough to have her stomach muscles clenching and her body demanding more. For the first time in ages, she needed a long, hard orgasm.
Stepping into the tub, she turned on the water