Sleet Kitten (Sleet, #1)

by S.J. Tilly

Stick an apple in my mouth. Drop me on a platter. And ring the bell. I’m done

This guy is my wet dream come to life, served up in a dark secret library.

“You, my little Kitten, have some claws hidden in that enticing package. And right now, I’m looking at the only gorgeous creature that has captured my attention tonight.’

“I will make you my girl, Kitten. I promise you that. But I’m going to take my time in doing so. I’m going to wait until you’re ready for me.” His cheek brushes against mine. Oh. My. Fuck.

“Oh, Kitten, you’re not ready for me yet. I’m a lot to handle. And once we start this thing between us, I won’t be able to hold back. But fuck, woman, make no mistake, you’re mine.”

Jackson is right in front of us, at the back wall behind the bench, helmet in hand, still where he slammed against the glass, giving Frat Boy a death stare. I can almost hear the words as I read them off his lips: “Back. The. Fuck. Off!”

Jackson reaches up, puts a hand up on the railing next to Meghan, jams his skate onto a support bar below, and pulls himself up. And then he’s there. Standing on the outside of the railing, at the end of our row, staring at me. “Get over here, Kitten.”

“Oh. My. Holy hot-guy gods!” Meghan shouts, startling me out of my daze. “That was the sexiest fucking thing I have ever witnessed.” She fans herself. “That was better than porn. Fuck it, I’m going to be watching that replay as porn.”

“You have to stop being so fucking perfect, Kitten. I’m trying to make it through this day in a civilized manner. I’m doing my best to resist the urge of throwing you over my shoulder and taking you back home. But if I’m going to succeed, you need to stop saying all the right things, making all the right sounds, and looking at me like I hung the damn moon. We have this place, then dinner, then I’m taking you home. Not a moment before. Nod if you understand what I’m saying.”

“And I’ll give you tickets to my games. I’ll do so as often as I please, and I’ll give you as many as I please. I’ll dress you up in my jersey, and any other item of clothing I can think of, branding you as mine. You’ll take them, you’ll wear them, and you’ll be fucking happy about it. Nod if you understand me.”

“Kitten.” He kisses my neck. “My sweet, gorgeous Kitten.” Another kiss. “I can’t wait to have you bent over, ass in the air, your hair wrapped around my fist, as I fuck you from behind.”