Sleet Kitten: Book One of the Sleet Series
Sleet Kitten: Chapter 50

I can’t fucking believe it. Kitten is here, sitting in my car, holding my hand. And she loves me. She still loves me, and wants to be with me, even after the hell I put her through. I know she made a little statement about us both being at fault, but that was bullshit. This was my fuck up. My series of mistakes. And I’ll spend as long as it takes to make it up to her.

We’ve driven in near silence. The adrenaline of our reunion is starting to wear off, and it’s turning into sexual need. I need to get her home, get her clothes off, and get inside her.

I pull up to the front of my building and signal for valet parking. Quickly getting out, I run around to Kitten’s side of the car and open her door. She’s laughing at me. My impatience clearly amusing her.

Taking her hand, I lead her into the lobby. Henry must have started early today because he’s already behind the desk.

He beams as he calls over, “Miss Katelyn, it’s so nice to see you.”

Kitten changes direction, so she can go talk to Henry. “It’s nice to see you, too, Henry. I’m so sorry about—”

That’s how far she gets before I snag her by the waist, spin her around, and toss her over my shoulder. She lets out a slight shriek, but I don’t let it stop me.

I wave over my shoulder as I walk away. “Have a good evening, Henry.”

Striding across the floor, I hear him chuckle. “I’d say you too, but I think that’s a given.”

Waiting for the elevator, Kitten taps me on the butt. “Uh, Jackson, you can put me down now.”

“No can do.”

I can feel the deep breath she takes before she sighs. “Will you at least angle me so my ass isn’t the first thing someone sees if they happen to be in this elevator?”

She’s wearing those black tights things, but she has a point. Instead of turning though, I just adjust my grip so that my arm is banded across her upper legs, holding her dress tight to her thighs. It’s a good thing too, since a moment later the doors open, and an older couple steps off. The woman gives me a disapproving look, while the man looks about a heartbeat away from a heart attack. The good kind.

Nodding in greeting, I step past them.

I don’t put Kitten down until we’re in my condo. And I don’t actually put her down. I slide her down until we are eye level. Then her instincts kick in, and she wraps her legs around me and slams her lips against mine.

I respond in kind.

Her lips part, and I take advantage, pushing my tongue against hers. She tastes like promises. She feels like the future. I’m not letting her go. I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to let her out of my sight again.

With memories of the past few days resurfacing, emotions overwhelm me. Never taking my lips off hers, I stride across the floor toward the kitchen. Finding the island, I lower Kitten until she’s sitting on the edge.

I feel frantic. I feel like – if I don’t hurry – she’s going to disappear. And when she bites my bottom lip, the ache of it shoots straight down to my cock. I’m already straining against my zipper, but feeling that little nip has me ready to burst. Catching her lip between my teeth, I slowly swipe my tongue across it.

She moans and I rip off her blazer.

I heard it actually rip but I don’t care. I’ll buy her a dozen new ones. She fumbles with the buttons on my shirt, and I give it the same treatment I gave her blazer. I think I hear a tear, but it’s now on the floor and that’s all that matters.

“Kitten, baby, we can go slow next time. But right now, I need you. I can’t wait. I need to be inside of you.”

She’s nodding and her hands are on my belt. “Yes. Yes, Jackson, right now.”

She has my belt off and my pants unbuttoned. I’m falling behind. Reaching my hands under her dress, it takes me a moment to remember. Tights. Shit. I slide my hands up higher to where her panties should be. Still tights. I slide my hands higher up her sides. Still fucking tights. Pulling back, I lift up her skirt and look down.

“How the fuck do I get these off?”

Kitten starts to laugh. Like really laugh.

I don’t have time for this.

Somehow, she managed to put my wallet on the counter before my pants fell to the floor. While she laughs, I grab a condom out of my wallet, drop my briefs, and roll it on. Then I grab the seam of her tights, right at her center, and pull. Her tights rip open, revealing her tiny lace panties.

She’s not laughing anymore.

Using one hand, I push aside the material and slide a finger into her pussy. She’s slick, and hot, and ready. I want to taste her again, but not now. Not this time. Keeping her panties pulled to the side, I use my other hand to guide my cock to her entrance.

“You ready for me?” My voice is hoarse from restraint.

She looks me right in the eye, lust filling her gaze. “I love you, Jackson.”

I feel those words roll through me, and I push myself all the way inside her. My body temperature spikes and I can hear the blood racing through my ears. She’s so tight. Her pussy is pulsing, and its pure heavenly torture.

I give myself half a moment to gain control of my body. Then I lose control on hers.