He tried to ignore it, but this time it refused to obey. He walked across a darkened room feeling it lying solidly against his leg, a weight that needed to find a home, a resting place. A weight that led him to the figure standing silhouetted by the firelight.He expected to find Thérèse waiting for him. His gut curdled at the thought of what she would put him through on this night. Of how she would tease and torture him, always denying him that which he desired the most.His step faltered as he took a good look at the woman standing proudly in front of him.It wasn’t Thérèse. It was Kitty Edgeworth.His cat was waiting to scratch him, to purr for him and to rub herself all over him. He couldn’t decide which he’d enjoy more.Her chin rose in defiance as he closed the distance between them, already scenting the arousal he knew was blooming at the juncture of her thighs. Her eyes were shadows in the pale oval of her face, but he knew they’d be shining blue with excitement, her pupils dilated as her body readied itself for his possession.He stopped short.
