trailed off.
“Done it in a parking lot?”
“That’s for sure.” He was quiet for a moment. “But I’ve never let a woman go down on me before . . . before I’d given her an orgasm.”
“I broke one of your rules?”
“You sound happy about it.”
“I’m totally happy about it. If I’d known you had that rule I would have been even more determined.”
“You were pretty damned determined.” He reached for her hand and brought it to his lips. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I’m happy to help you break a few rules.”
“I can tell you are. Spending time with you has been an education.”
“Is that good or bad?”
He straightened and gazed at her. “Good, definitely good.” He reached over and cupped her check. “This wasn’t how I imagined things going, but as you said to me while we were playing Twister, I’ll make it up to you.”
Her pulse leaped. “I look forward to it. Want to go in, now?” She reached for the door handle.
“More than ever. But stay there. I want to get your door.”
“That’s not necessary.”
“I think it is. You told me earlier that some big girls like to be treated like a princess.”
She was touched that he remembered that offhand remark. “I was kidding.”
“Really?”
“Actually, no. I don’t require that a guy treats me like a princess, but it doesn’t hurt.”
“Then allow me to get your door.”
The evening was turning out to be a resounding success and it wasn’t over yet. Excitement twirled in her stomach as they walked hand-in-hand up to her apartment door. Then she remembered something important. Until that moment she’d been so awash in lust that she’d forgotten about Hercules.
Her orange tabby, a Garfield look-alike, didn’t like sharing her with anyone. She hadn’t brought a guy home since adopting Hercules last year. He wasn’t keen on visitors in general but he grudgingly tolerated them if she held him and petted him while they were there. That wouldn’t be happening tonight. She’d be holding and petting Frazer, instead.
Before she opened the door, she paused. “I apologize. I should have mentioned this before, but I have a cat. I hope you’re not allergic.”
“I’m not. We had one when I was a kid. Copernicus.”
She decided not to mention the possessive part. Maybe Hercules would surprise her and accept Frazer. “Okay, then.” She opened the door and Hercules ran to meet her until he noticed she’d brought an intruder. He backed away and hissed.
“Hey, Hercules,” she crooned. “He’s a friend.”
“Hercules? Not Yoda or Chewbacca?”
“He was two when I adopted him and was used to his name so I kept it.” And he was still hissing, but that was normal when someone new arrived.
Frazer crouched to cat height and held out his hand. “Don’t worry, buddy, I won’t hurt you.”
Hercules arched his back and hissed some more.
“I don’t think he’s worried about you hurting him. More likely he’s afraid you’ll claim my attention.”
“He’s not wrong.” Frazer stood and reached for her, drawing her close enough to feel the hard ridge of his cock. “Consider your attention claimed.”
When Dulcie wound her arms around his neck and snuggled closer, Hercules let out a piercing yowl of protest.
She groaned. “That’s not a good sign.”
“Let me guess. He’s jealous.”
“Right. He doesn’t think I should be doing this.”
“Does he get a vote?”
“No.” But she winced as the cat tuned up again. “It’s late, though, and I have neighbors who are no doubt trying to sleep.”
“I wish them luck with that. He could double as a police siren.”
She wiggled out of Frazer’s embrace. “Let me see if I can calm him down.” Sure enough, once she scooped up Hercules and cuddled him, he settled in and began to purr.
“Now I’m the one who’s jealous.”
She glanced at Frazer. Seeing the heat in his blue eyes made her quiver with longing, but she had a hunch if she put