stroked until his release spilled over his hand, Meaghan’s image wavering behind his closed eyes.
Chapter Three
Meaghan woke to the sound of purring turned hissing at her sister’s ringtone. Blearily, she rubbed her eyes then reached for the phone. “Hey, sister mine. What’s up?”
“I’m just calling to see if you remember that you were going to take us to the airport today.”
“Shit!” Meaghan squinted at her alarm clock. “What time is it?”
Emma laughed. “Relax. There’s plenty of time. Ian’s not even done packing yet.”
The kitten batted at Meaghan’s nose, and she groaned remembering the night before. “Crap. Minor change of plans. I got in a little accident last night.”
“Oh my god, are you all right?”
“Yeah. I’m fine. I thought the car was, too, but something’s rubbing on the tire. I’m not sure I want to take it all the way out the airport like that. Can you guys come here and pick me up then I’ll take you to catch your flight?”
“I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t you drop your car off at Butch’s, and we’ll meet you there. You can use ours until yours is fixed.”
Meaghan smiled as she scratched the kitten behind the ears. Her sister would probably never stop looking out for her. It used to bug her, but not anymore. “That would be awesome. Thank you.”
“No problem. I’m going to make sure Ian’s actually packing. How about we meet you at eleven-thirty?”
“Perfect. I’ll go hop in the shower. See you in a bit.”
Meaghan hung up the phone and stretched, giggling at the kitten batting at her hair. It had been an impulsive move to bring the little beast home with her. Her cat had died a few months earlier, and she hadn’t thought she was ready for another one, but she couldn’t leave the little fur ball on the road. She couldn’t bear the thought of bringing him to the shelter, either. In retrospect, she was glad she’d kept him. She hadn’t realized just how empty her house had felt until she wasn’t alone in it anymore.
For a brief second, she considered Rowan’s offer of a love spell, but she dismissed it just as quickly. Loneliness was a stupid reason for using magic so frivolously. Not that she hadn’t used it frivolously—hell, even carelessly—in the past, but that was then. She wasn’t as immature as she used to be. That was a good thing, because she couldn’t get Eli out of her head. The last thing she needed was for a love spell to target him. Since she couldn’t stop thinking about him that would likely be how it would go down. To be fair, it was probably the last thing he needed, too.
She’d gone to bed with the memory of his intense gaze boring into hers, and that was the first thing she’d thought of this morning. She couldn’t quite remember what her dreams were about, but she was sure his long, tanned fingers had made an appearance. There was something about a guy with big, strong hands. What she wouldn’t give to have those hands on her body right now.
Meaghan closed her eyes, imagining his fingers spearing through her hair as he angled her head to kiss her. Her nipples tightened at the thought of his mouth on hers. Her pussy grew slick, and she squirmed beneath the covers as she imagined his hands on her breasts, plucking her nipples…pinching…twisting.
Her fingers trailed over her stomach, teasing the sensitive skin there before slipping toward her panties, but needle-sharp claws halted the downward motion. The kitten stood on top of her, biting at her hand beneath the sheet.
“Maybe your name is Fun-Hater,” she said to him. He ignored her, of course, and continued happily gnawing at her through the bedding.
With a sigh, Meaghan carefully extracted herself from the kitten’s claws and sat up. As much as she could use a little physical release, she really needed to get ready to meet Emma and Ian. It was probably a good thing she’d been interrupted by her furry roommate.
Forty-five