Authors: Nicole Austin
Cats Meow (12 page)
His cock slid from her and she whimpered.
Micah flipped her over, moved between her legs, filling her as she wrapped her
legs around him, holding him tight. Their lips collided in a fierce kiss. He
stole her breath, replaced it with his own.
More than their bodies joined. She felt his
heart and soul reach out, entwine with hers, binding them together. Pleasure
built, intensified.
He rolled, putting her on top. Rebecca
didn’t miss a beat as she moved on top of him, the position making her feel him
even deeper. He cupped her breasts, tweaked her nipples, bucked his hips to
meet her every plunge.
She flew, soared to the heavens then felt
herself falling, crying out his name.
“I’ve got you, Becca. Let go. Give it all to
me, baby.”
His fingers pressed her clit, shattering
her, taking her orgasm even higher. Finally he roared, swelled within her and
bathed her womb with hot blasts of cum.
She collapsed on top of him, listening as
his breathing calmed then deepened with sleep. He made soft snuffling noises
that brought a smile to her face.
When she should have fallen dead asleep her
mind churned. In the morning she’d have to be strong for Micah. No tears. She
knew the drill—kiss your soldier goodbye, smile and wave. Remain certain of his
abilities while praying for his quick and safe return.
“You better come back to me in one piece,
Lasiter, or else.”
Chapter Fourteen
You promised—on your honor—so you damn
well better come and get me. And you better be in one piece or I’ll kick your
ass.
Becca had punctuated each threat by poking
him in the chest. The three weeks they’d been apart felt like forever. Micah
indulged in a smile over the memory. His woman was strong and feisty. That
knowledge had been his lifeline, something to cling to when he had to send her
away with a trusted friend.
“Lex.” He growled the other man’s name. If
the handsome, cocky bastard had touched Becca he was living on borrowed time.
He took a deep breath, struggled for
patience. He was dying to see her, touch her, breathe her in, drink from her
lips…
Deep in the heart of the African jungle, he
took shelter from the drizzling rain beneath large green leaves and observed
the small house. His safe house. Restless energy had him amped up. Drawing on
years of discipline, he stayed put. He wouldn’t let his impatience put
everything that mattered most in the world to him in jeopardy.
Once he was sure his tail was clear, that
he wasn’t leading danger straight to her, only then he would go to Becca.
If he had been followed, the person was
highly skilled as Micah found no evidence of another presence. And the house he
watched appeared secure.
The front door burst open and anticipation
almost had him jumping from his covered position, racing across the distance.
Musical laughter reached out, wrapped around his chest, squeezed. Hands fisted
at his sides, he rocked forward on the balls of his feet for what felt like an
eternity.
And then there she was, dancing in the
rain. Too far away to see her eyes, he knew the smile on her sultry lips would
extend to their moss green depths.
She stepped out of the door looking happy
and healthy. A riot of dark silken hair flowed over slender shoulders to sway
around her tiny waist. Rain quickly plastered the thin material of her tank top
and shorts to her skin.
Damn, she was a beautiful sight for weary
eyes.
His heart stopped and a huge lump clogged
his throat.
“Becca.” He whispered her name in a broken
voice. Many times over the long weeks he had feared failure and worried what
would happen to her if he didn’t come for her.
A large form slipped from the door way,
sharp eyes scanning the surroundings, lips returning her smile. Micah’s hackles
rose and insidious rage soared. The fact he had sent Lex with her, asked the
other man to protect his woman, did not penetrate the red haze of anger
clouding his mind.
Mine!
As he watched, Lex drew Becca into his arms
and began dancing with her, holding her wet body close to his much larger
frame.
Without conscious thought or direction, his
body began the familiar process of change. Muscles, bone and tendon reshaped.
Short tan fur covered his body while around his face a lush mane appeared.
Before the man could protest the lion’s
powerful legs drove him forward with single-minded purpose—reclaiming his mate.
* * * * *
Rebecca knew Lex didn’t buy her false
smile, still she forced her expression to reflect happiness instead of worry
and longing. She felt as if a heavy weight pressed down on her chest. Not even
the thrill of studying all the various species of animals surrounding the safe
house eased the ache.
A desperate compulsion filled her, drew her
outside. She didn’t question the why of it.
She said yet another silent prayer,
plastered on another happy face and danced out into the nearly constant rain.
Since the Congo area of Africa where they’d hidden out got upward of eighty
inches of rain a year there were only two options—sit inside and mope or get
wet.
Lex was one step behind her leaving the
house. He’d been so understanding and kind. The two of them had formed a strong
friendship during their forced confinement. She thought of him as the big
brother she’d always wished to have. At the thought, she flashed him a real
smile.
He joined her, humming a tune as he twirled
her around the clearing, lightening her mood.
The anguished roar of a big cat thundered
through the jungle. Rebecca didn’t have to see him to know.
Micah had come for her.
At last!
Her spine went rigid as Lex tensed, his
gaze frantically searching the area, and a gun appeared in his hand.
She didn’t get a chance to identify Micah
or tell Lex not to shoot. One second she was scanning the immediate area, the
next Micah hurtled through the air. Five-hundred pounds of pissed-off lion
pinned Lex to the ground with his wrist held tight between all those sharp
teeth. She didn’t know what had happened to the gun.
In different circumstances she would have
had a good laugh over the remnants of shredded clothing clinging to the lion.
“Lex,” she spoke in the most soothing tone
she could manage in the current life-or-death situation. “Don’t move unless you
want to pull away a bloody stump.”
She slowly moved in closer, shushing Lex as
he mumbled urgent warnings. The man was scared as hell, not that she blamed
him. “Shut. Up. Micah won’t hurt me. You might warrant a second thought, but
friendship isn’t going to save your ass now.”
Rebecca put her face right in front of the
lion’s, staring into familiar eyes and stroking his luxurious mane.
“Micah…honey.” She considered scolding him but wanted to keep his focus away
from Lex. “I missed you so damn much.”
She kept speaking in a tone meant to soothe
and words intended to coax him away from their friend. “You bite him and get
all bloody and I’m not going to want to kiss you.”
He watched her for a moment before dropping
Lex’s wrist. A brief glance had her sighing in relief. “That’s a good boy.”
He’d left the imprint of his teeth in the soft flesh but had not clamped down
hard enough to break through skin.
With her fingers buried deep in his thick
mane, she began moving to one side, tugging him along. “Come back to me, Micah.
Shift for me. I’ve missed being in your arms. I need you to hold me.”
Once they’d moved several paces from Lex,
she knelt and threw herself against him. She wrapped her arms tightly around his
neck, her face cushioned by his mane. “Please don’t make me wait any longer,”
she implored. “I love you, Micah.”
She fell back as he shifted but didn’t
release her hold on him. In the blink of an eye her body was covered with by
solid male muscle. In particular, she noticed one extra-hard muscle as it
nestled against the soft curve of her belly.
“I’ll, ah…just make myself scarce while you
two catch up.”
Neither one of them acknowledged Lex’s soft
whisper. Micah figured his friend was smart enough to know when to get good and
scarce.
Rebecca’s busy hands were everywhere,
touching every inch of skin she could reach, further arousing him. Tears
gathered at the corners of her eyes, making his heart turn over in his chest.
“You’re not hurt anywhere, are you?” Her
brow furrowed with concern. “If you’ve come back to me hurt there’s going to be
hell to pay.”
He couldn’t help smiling over her threat.
So small and delicate beneath him, but his woman was no softie. Her strong
spirit more than made up for what she lacked in stature.
God, the way she made him feel. This was
home—she was home. Being in her arms brought him a sense of joy he’d never
known possible.
“I’m fine, baby. Not a scratch on me.”
She stilled, stared into his eyes. “What
about the lab? Did you get Nash out?” He felt a shudder run through her. “Hurry
up and tell me so we can make love.”
He raced through a very brief explanation
between planting loud, smacking kisses all over her sweet face. “Everything is
handled. Crosby’s fine. Found another ‘subject’—a woman. She’ll be okay.” He
paused, hovering above her lips. “We’ll talk more later. Need you now, Becca!”
“Yes,” she sobbed. “Here. Now.”
Clothes tore, were tossed to the side.
Becca spread her sexy legs in welcome. He traced two fingers along her slit,
growling when he found her wet and ready. With one measured thrust he filled
her balls-deep, covered her body and learned the meaning of ecstasy.
He didn’t so much as breathe—just soaked in
the glorious feeling of being held in the hot, velvet clasp of his woman’s
body.
Having other ideas, Becca sunk her teeth
into his shoulder and writhed against him, spurring Micah into action. He
reared back then plunged deep, taking her hard and fast, the way he knew she
enjoyed.
“Yes, Micah,” she cried. “Hard. Good. So
good.”
He loosened the lion’s leash, gave in to
his animal side knowing she’d accept all of him. Strong arms and legs held him
tight, not allowing him much room to move. And it was beyond good. Everything
he’d never known he wanted and more.
The gentle rain washed over them, rolled
down his back. He ignored everything but her. Powerful sensations built,
gathered at the base of his spine but didn’t slow him down. Not until Becca’s
entire body tensed then spasmed, taking him soaring with her.
As they settled back to earth, Micah rolled
to his side and rested his palm over her belly, imagining her growing large
with their child. His world, his future. Nothing else mattered.
“Where should we go?” He stared into her
bright green eyes. “We’ll make a home and raise the baby anywhere you want.”
“I don’t care where we go, Micah, as long
as we’re together.”
“There has to be someplace you’d like to
go.”
“Hmm. Well, I have always wanted to see
Paris, Madrid, Rome, Athens…”
“Then Europe it is, baby.”
“Are you two done yet? Is it safe to come
out?” Lex bellowed from somewhere off in the jungle, sending them both into
gales of laughter. “There’s a seriously huge python smacking its lips at me.”
“No,” Becca giggled.
“Come back later,” Micah added.
Much later.
He still had a lot of catching up to do. At
least they’d have a lot of years together in which to do so.
He knew they’d have their ups and downs.
There would be hard times to balance the good. Difficulties to overcome because
of his ability to shift. But Micah sensed there would be more laughter than
tears and he felt sure, all the way down to the marrow of his bones, they’d
always face life’s challenges together.
“How are we going to get rid of him?”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got plans for Lex.
He’s going to be very busy.”
Rolling to his back, he kept their bodies
joined.
“I’ve been waiting forever for you to ride
me again. Don’t keep me waiting.”
Her sultry smile filled his heart with joy
and had him looking forward to many years with this amazing woman.
“I love you,” she gasped and began rocking
her hips. “Do that meow thing for me.”
Unable to deny her anything he let loose a
joy-filled roar that had the native wildlife, along with a human medic, running
for cover.
Nicole Austin lives on the sheltered Gulf Coast of Florida,
where inspiration can be readily found sitting under a big shade umbrella on
the beach while sipping cold margaritas. A voracious reader, she never goes
anywhere without a book. All those delicious romances combined with a vivid imagination
naturally created steamy fantasies and characters in her mind.
Discovering Ellora’s Cave paved the path to freeing them, as
well as manifesting an intoxicating passion for Romantica®. The positive
response of family and friends to her stories propelled Nicole into an
incredible world where fantasy comes boldly to life. Now she stays busy working
as a certified CT scan technologist, finishing her third college degree,
reading, writing and keeping up with family. Oh yeah, and did we mention all
the hard work involved with research? Well, that’s the fun job—certainly a
labor of love.
Nicole welcomes comments from readers. You
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