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I couldn’t manage it.
    As soon as my
hand slipped between Russ’s chiseled abs and the waistband of his shorts, a
quickly indrawn breath warned me that he was awake.
    “What are you
doing, Kitten?” he growled. Somehow, the Kitten evoked a softly-purring ball of
fur, rather than the spitfire he originally described.
    “Touching
you,” I whispered. His hand captured mine before it could creep further.
    “Are you sure
you want to do that?” He was talking softly, as if to a child, but the implied
threat in his words sent lust spiking through my belly.
    “I’m pretty
sure,” I whispered.
    He let go of
my hand. “Go ahead then.” If that was a dare, I’d take it. All of my senses
were aflame, now, and it had been far too long since I’d felt anything like
this. In fact, I wasn’t sure I ever had. I pushed his shorts down.
    The skin of
his cock was like warm velvet. I covered it, and then curled my fingers around
it to feel it twitch and grow in my hand. I had seen it fully erect, felt it on
my back and tucked into my ass crack. I knew how big it was, but this felt
amazing. I twitched inside with each twitch of his, the hitch in his breath
thrilling to me. When it was fully engorged and rock-hard beneath my hand, I
gave a little mewl of approval, which was met by Russ’s low chuckle.
    “Now you’ve
got the tiger by the tail, what do you think happens next?” I wished I could
see him better. I thought I heard amusement in his voice, but I was playing a
dangerous game, and I wasn’t sure I understood his reactions.
    He made no
move to grab me, seemed fully relaxed and comfortable spread out on the bed
with his arms now crossed behind his head, his legs slightly splayed, and that
magnificent erection standing at perfect right-angles to his body. I had thrown
the quilt aside when he woke up, and now shrugged into it like a cape and shifted
to my knees. I think that’s when he realized I was naked.
    “Kitten, what
is this? I don’t want your virginity.” The way that came out, a little
strangled, I was sure he would want me if he knew I wasn’t a virgin.
    “Good,” I
giggled. “Because Bobby Lefkowitz had that when I was sixteen. I’m a woman,
Russ. I know what I want.”
    His hand came
down to stroke across my cheekbone, and I pressed into it like the feline he
thought me. “Come here.”
    From my
half-reclining position, I rose slightly and leaned over him. His hands
captured my face, and I could see his eyes glittering in the dim glow of the
stove. He was examining my face, a tender expression on his. Then he brought my
forehead to his lips, and planted a feather-light kiss there. With my face held
only an inch from his, Russ gazed into my eyes.
    “This is a
change of heart. Why, Kitten?”
    My plan wasn’t
going to work, because I was incapable of lying to him. Slow tears started in
my eyes as I confessed.
    “I thought if
I seduced you, you wouldn’t turn me in to the RALDS.”
    Shock flooded
his face as he thrust me away from him, clutching my upper arms with both
hands. “You thought I’d do that?”
    “Russ, I
didn’t know what to think. You told me you were a cattle rustler, gave me some
cockamamie story of having to leave me unconscious in a ditch and I wake up
here naked, with you naked and randy as a gibbon. What was I supposed to
think?”
    “And your
answer was to seduce me? My god, you are naive, aren’t you?” Incredulous, he
stared at me with confusion mingling with the lust.
    Now I sat back
on my heels and crossed my arms over my bare breasts. “Am not.”
    “Charity, you
are.” He pulled me into his arms though I was holding myself rigid with my arms
still crossed. “I’m not a cattle rustler, and I didn’t tell you that.”
    “You did.”
Indignant, I could clearly recall him saying that.
    “No, it was a
joke. I said that because you asked an idiotic question. Of course it’s short
for Russell. Russell White. I’m sorry my little joke worried you.” The