Under Pressure (Body Armor #1)(127)

“And your belly.” He bent to press one soft kiss there—while wedging a hand back between her legs. “And here...” He kissed his way downward; the fingers already there opened her, and he licked her clitoris. “I especially wanted to spend some time here.”

Fresh excitement curled in her belly, then spread heat out everywhere. “Yes.” She had no doubts she’d like that. A lot.

“Don’t move,” Jesse told her as he stood. “I’ll be right back.”

She watched him walk out to the bathroom, heard the water run, and in less than half a minute later he was back.

Expression intent.

Wicked smile in place.

Good thing she hadn’t moved.

*

SPRAWLED ON THE bed on her stomach, Tonya tried to catch her breath while Jesse trailed his fingertips down her sleek spine, down to her sexy tush. God, she was amazing.

And he wanted her still.

He wanted her always.

Squirming, she murmured, “Mmm. That took the edge off.”

Jesse cupped one cheek in his palm. “You think so?” Her open thighs drew his attention, and he went to one elbow to look at her anew. “Because I think it only stoked the fire for me.”

Groaning, she opened one eye to peek at him. Gathering herself, she pushed up to her elbows too, in a pose guaranteed to make his blood burn.

“Really?” Her gaze went over him. “Well, then maybe—”

With a loud meow, Love came to the door.

Most of her “cat sounds” were loud, maybe because she was deaf. But this time was different.

Jesse sat up and found the cat staring toward him anxiously. He and Tonya shared a look.

Almost as one they scrambled out of the bed and began pulling on clothes.

Jesse checked the clock. “Kevin will be home in an hour. Damn, I hope she holds off until he’s here.”

Tripping herself while pulling on panties, Tonya asked, “What do we do?”

He shucked up his jeans and grinned at her. God, she was sweet. And serious. And so incredibly loyal and bighearted.

Not to mention amazing in bed.

Long ago she’d lost her braid, and now her long blond hair tumbled everywhere. He took his time smoothing it down, then tucking it back behind her ears.

Just...touching her.

After the afternoon they’d had, he should have been sated, and in some ways he was.

In other ways, he knew he’d never get his fill of her.

Twice he’d brought her to climax, once with his mouth, then again with his fingers, before using the second condom and joining her in a release so strong it had pretty much rocked his world. A world he wanted to share with her.

“Jesse?”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “We don’t do anything except make sure she’s comfortable.”

“Okay, I can do that.” Tonya looked around. “Oh my God. Where did she go?”

“I can guess.” And sure enough, Jesse found her in her nook—on Kevin’s old shirts. “Hang on, Love. Kevin will be home soon.”

It was a guess who was more distraught—Tonya or Love. The cat knew what to do, and she went about it naturally. But Tonya was a woman who needed to help, only she was totally out of her element now.

“You’ve never seen kittens born?”

She shook her head, her worried gaze remaining on the cat as Love occasionally cried, shifted, squirmed. “My parents didn’t allow us to have pets, not when they already had their hands full with Cissy. And after I moved out, well, it never seemed fair to have an animal when I put in so many hours.”

“Then you’re in for a treat.” Jesse prayed there wouldn’t be any problems. He wasn’t sure Tonya, or Kevin, could handle it.

Not much later, when he heard the bus, Jesse went to the front porch to wait for Kevin. Soon as he stepped off the bus, Jesse said, “Love is giving birth. Hustle!”

At first Kevin froze, then he busted into a run up the driveway and through the front door. He dropped his backpack in the living room on his way down the hall and didn’t put on his brakes until he reached the bedroom door.

Eyes enormous, the boy stood there staring. Jesse could almost see his heart thundering. When Love meowed, he bolted into the room the rest of the way and dropped hard to his knees.

Tonya smiled at him, rubbed his back. “I’m so glad you got home in time.”

“Yeah.”

Poor kid could barely breathe. Jesse knelt down beside him. “You can pet her a little if you want.”

He did, his touch gentle, his eyes still round as saucers.

Love had just finished cleaning the first kitten when she started squirming, cried a few times and another slid out.

Kevin withdrew his hand. With awe, he said softly, “That is so gross.”

Jesse couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, especially watching her clean them up.”

“Yeah.” Kevin’s lip curled, but he went back to carefully petting the cat. “How many will she have?”

“No idea,” Tonya said, her expression almost identical to Kevin’s. “But she’s going to have at least three, because I see the third one coming now.”

“Wow.”

“I’m guessing this isn’t her first litter,” Jesse said, hoping to reassure them both. “They’re coming pretty fast and easy.” Thank God.