She moistened her lips. Her body ached from the pounding on the floor, and deep inside with every movement, she still felt him there, but it was a kind of delicious soreness. She liked it. She liked knowing how she got sore.

“Baby?” he persisted.

She nodded, liking the way his hands moved in her hair. “Not bad. The bath helped. Although I think I have skid marks on my butt.”

“I think your leopard is very close, Cat. When she emerges, I’ll have to let my leopard out. We’ll both be affected by their very unrestrained passion.”

She could tell he had chosen his words cautiously. Her heart jumped and she felt a sudden rush of damp heat at the idea of what unrestrained passion was. She thought they’d been pretty darned unrestrained.

“I’m not certain what you’re telling me. Is this going to get worse?”

He laughed softly and tugged on her braid. He leaned over and nipped at the soft spot where her neck and shoulder met.

His hands transferred from her hair to her shoulders and he began a slow massage, easing the tightness from her sore muscles. She felt almost as if she were melting into the chair. His fingers were strong and then moved to her neck, back to her shoulders and down her back. She’d never felt more cared for in her life and she didn’t know how to think or act so she did nothing at all. Again, she just allowed herself to enjoy the moment.

He pulled up the more comfortable deck chair beside hers and sank down into it, reaching for his coffee.

She glanced at him. “You didn’t answer me. Is it going to get worse? The sex?”

“You’re such an innocent. Not worse, Kitten, better. You’ll like it.” He said that with confidence.

“You only say that because you’ve discovered I’m a perv,” she said. There was a part of her that wanted to laugh and another part that wanted to cry.

He laughed. “Woman, if that’s you being a perv, I’m all for it.” He reached across the small end table and curled his fingers around the nape of her neck. “You’re sitting next to the real thing, and I can tell you, absolutely, truthfully, you are not there. I won’t mind trying to shape you in that direction. The moment I sat down I thought about sitting out here watching the sunset with a fresh cup of your coffee and you sitting right here between my legs, your mouth very busy.”

Her eyebrow went up. “I think you have an oral fixation.” She had to make a joke of it, because, honestly, the moment he sat down, she wished he wasn’t wearing any sweatpants and she could practice all she wanted to. And her leopard hussy was nowhere in sight.