Cougar Needs [Cougarlicious 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF Page A

soft that he might have missed it if not for his shifter-sharp hearing.
    “There is nothing to be sorry for. Next time something happens, I expect you to call me immediately.”
    “But I didn’t want to bother you,” she said, her voice a little stronger.
    Moving so his forehead and nose touched hers, he said, “Baby, I am a cop. Keeping you safe is my job. Besides, you don’t know how much you bother me without even trying. Especially since we’ve only known each other for two and a half days.”
    Tilting his head to the right, he kissed her. She tensed under his fingers for a few seconds before her hands came up, wrapped his middle, and pulled him closer. With her body pressed solidly between his and the wall, she felt safe, not trapped as she had with other men who had put her in the same position.
    KJ worked to keep the kiss slow and easy, but Stacy seemed to have other ideas. Her hands began to roam his body as her lips parted and invited him in. The kisses continued, and the hands that had been stroking began to grope and tug at clothing. KJ realized they needed to get horizontal and preferably not on the kitchen floor.
    “Hang on, baby,” he said. “It’s time to change venues.”
    Before he could make another move, a buzzer sounded loud and insistent. Lifting his head, KJ looked at the dazed woman as she leaned against the wall. “What’s that?”
    Stacy blinked before frowning, and then her expression cleared. “The chicken’s ready.”
    “And it smells too good to let go to waste. We will continue this a little later.”
    He and his cougar held their collective breaths until she nodded in agreement.
     
    * * * *
     
    Stacy’s libido was wound so tight she thought her head would pop off. If the oven timer had not gone off when it did, they would be in her bedroom, breaking in the queen-size bed she had bought only a few months before. Instead, she was agreeing to pick things up where they had been interrupted, later, after dinner. She only hoped KJ felt like hanging around after they ate.
    “It will be about five minutes, if you want to look around,” she said as she stepped around him to hurry to the oven and silence the annoying buzzing. He did not respond. After pulling the pan of chicken from the oven, she looked around and found she was alone as she heard a door slide open.
    She watched through the window as he stood on the deck, his expression furious as he studied the graffiti. He then pulled out his phone and took several pictures of the filth.
    Forcing herself to concentrate on finishing dinner, Stacy carried the chicken to the table then returned for the vegetable medley casserole that had also been baking. Next came the green salad from the refrigerator along with the four kinds of dressing she had and dinner was on the table.
    Looking outside, she found the deck empty.
    She peeked into the living room and saw KJ standing in front of her bookshelves, his head cocked to the side as he read some of the titles of her eclectic library. He shifted just as she realized he was looking at the shelf of erotic romance paperbacks. He reached out and touched several spines as he skimmed the titles.
    Her face burning, she cleared her throat before asking, “What would you like to drink?”
    He did not jump or act guilty, instead just looked over his shoulder with a smile that screamed sex. Once she went down her list of drink options, to include the beer and wine he brought, he said, “A beer would be fine if you’ll have one with me. Or we could open the wine.”
    Stacy thought about it for a quick second and decided that, for tonight, she would relax her rule about not drinking beer with a new date. Different types of alcohol affected her in very different ways. Wine mellowed her to the point she would sit in the corner and smile. Whiskey, rum, and vodka made her as rowdy a troublemaker as a cowboy after a long cattle drive, bold as brass, and willing to dare just about anything.
    Beer, though,