Either that or he’d become accustomed to the strange sound. He tried to shake it off, only to close his eyes in frustration and surrender. When, finally, he opened them, they focused on the pale feminine form before him. Enthralled, he touched. A woman’s buttocks. Cat’s. How did this happen, and where are your clothes? he wanted to ask, but he sensed he’d done something that demanded an explanation, and he didn’t know what that was. Ah, soft and warm flesh. Swallowing, he splayed a hand over each ass cheek. His intention, maybe, had been to study the contrast between his tanned and work-scarred hands and her offering to him. Was that true? She’d turned her body over to him? Maybe. Maybe not. The inner buzzing built again, only he was wrong to call it that. A growl was more like it. Or a howl. Yes, a howl. Something vised his cock; it took all he had not to cry out. Determined not to let the pain overtake him, he clenched her buttocks. She gasped and tried to turn over, prompting him to press down.
