Batty for You by Zenina Masters Read Free Book Online

“Sure.”
     
    Snuggled into her bed with the light streaming in through the window, she stayed put while Weller disrobed on the other side of the bed. She was wearing her sleepwear and she turned to him as he approached, scratching at his ears and stroking his back.
    He sighed blissfully and curled up next to her under the covers, his tail twitching occasionally.
    Bets relaxed and let the warmth of his small body sooth her and help her ease into sleep.
     
    After the nap, they had both dressed for the evening, Weller returned to his room to change, and Bets found a dress, which hung on her shoulders and threatened to drop if she moved too suddenly. It was firmly in place, there were straps that wrapped her upper arms, but it looked a lot more dangerous than it was.
    Dinner was wonderful and dancing continued until her body was humming with energy and she was smiling incessantly. She was happy from the inside out, and she couldn’t remember feeling this way before.
    “Shall we head home?” Weller rocked her against him on the dance floor.
    “I think so. I am done dancing.”
    He gave her a careful look, and they left the Crossed Star with his arm around her waist and her head leaning against his shoulder.
    There was no reason to talk, so they simply moved toward their common goal and headed inside without pausing at the front door.
    Bets knew that he was her mate. It wasn’t just that he had been willing to drop the notion of sharing a bed the night before; it was the companionship during her nap. Since she was primarily nocturnal, it was nice to have someone to share an afternoon’s rest with, even if it was just that once.
    She tugged him up the stairs toward her room, and he didn’t hesitate. When she opened her door and invited him in, he moved into her room with respect.
    “Are you certain? We have time, Bethany.”
    Slipping her arms around him, she plastered herself to his body. “And so why waste it?”
    Weller gripped her shoulders and released the bands that held her dress in place. “Good point.”
    She blinked. “How did you know how to do that?”
    “My company made the dress.” He bent toward her and pressed his lips against her neck. He worked the dress out from between them, and it slipped to the floor in a whisper of sound.
    Blushing, she tried to work on the buttons of his dark dress shirt, but he pushed her hands aside and then took them in his. He gave her fingertips small kisses.
    “If I am naked before you are, this will be a very short evening.”
    She giggled as he placed her hands flat on his chest and reached behind her to work at her bra. It released with one easy motion, and she began to wonder if getting into a relationship with a man who made women’s fashions was a good idea. He seemed to know all the tricks.
    Her panties were flicked off her hips with a motion she didn’t track, and when he lifted her out of her shoes, they stayed behind.
    “You are very good at that.” She gave him a narrow-eyed look.
    Weller shrugged. “Consider my previous experience as practice to make your life more enjoyable, Bethany. From this point on, there is you and me and no one else.”
    He settled her on the bed and sat next to her, running his fingers over her body as if memorizing her.
    The tickling sensation took over from her embarrassment. When he reached sensitive spots, she giggled and squirmed and he smiled. He leaned in and licked her neck, the hollow of her throat and collarbone.
    With slow motions, he eased toward her breasts, teasing them until they ached and throbbed. With a callous disregard for her shallow breathing, he moved lower, across her ribs and down to her belly where his lapping tongue threatened with where he was going next.
    He surprised her. Just as she was parting her thighs, he jerked up and stood, removing his shoes, shirt and trousers in a flurry of buckles and buttons.
    His erection was hard, throbbing, and there was a white drop at the tip, soon followed by