“We take shrimp seriously where I come from.” He kissed her forehead as he explained. “The whole of Papillon depends on shrimp, therefore calling you my beautiful little shrimp means you’re precious to me.”

“You are smooth, Guidry.” She stopped her playful struggles and her arms went around his neck. “A girl could get in trouble with you.”

“Or a woman could stay out of trouble by sticking close to me,” he replied, laying kisses across her cheek.

“I need something to call you. Is there a male version of my little shrimp?”

He groaned and ground himself against her core. “There’s nothing shrimpy about me down there. Now, mon loup would suffice. My wolf. I can be your wolf, ma crevette.”

“How about you show me how a wolf kisses and I’ll see what I can do.”

She could get to him so easily. There was no artifice, no playing around in her eyes. She wanted him and didn’t care that he knew it. Because she was honest in her desire, and that was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

“You know tomorrow we sign a contract and then you’re in trouble,” he promised before covering her mouth with his.

Kissing Lisa Daley was everything he’d worried it would be. The world melted away and he couldn’t think of anything but the soft woman in his arms and how warm she was, how good she felt plastered against him, how right it was to kiss her. He tangled their tongues together, sliding against her over and over again. There was nothing awkward. They fit together like they’d been born to nestle their bodies and flow into a new form.

But he wanted to taste more than her mouth.

He kissed his way down her neck and over her collarbone. Such sweet, delicate skin. When he rubbed his whiskers against her, she turned a lovely shade of pink. He would have to be careful when he spanked her or caned her. He would love the marks he left, but he wouldn’t do anything permanent to her.

He wouldn’t ask her to pierce these sweet nipples. He wouldn’t think about the fact that he could torture her by tugging on the rings. He sucked a nipple into his mouth hard, her body arching against his. He could feel the rush of her arousal coating his dick. Careful. He was close to heaven, but he wasn’t ready yet. He wanted her hotter, wanted her begging for it.

Her hands ran through his hair, tingling along his scalp as he suckled her breasts, one and then the other. He licked and sucked, gently most of the time and then giving her a hard nip or tug that would have her body shaking under his.