Inside the little cabin the fire burned merrily in the hearth, but standing outside Morgan’s teeth chattered. "Okay, show me," she demanded.
"Are you sure you want to see this? It's really horrible," Jared warned as vapor plumed out of his mouth.
"Yes. Do it already." She shivered and rubbed her arms. Impatiently Morgan bounced on her feet, almost ready to do calisthenics if got her warm. "It's cold out here."
Jared shot her a dirty look. "Fine for you to say, you don't have to do this naked." He kicked off his shoes then stripped off his sweat shirt.
“Naked?” She stared at his bare chest.
The chilled air raised goose bumps along his skin. Glancing back at her, he stopped with his thumbs hooked in his pants. "It's cold out here, so there will be . . . shrinkage."
"Oh, do tell." She smirked.
He slid off the pants, and the change started. Moaning, he dropped to the snow-covered ground, while his bones popped and rearranged themselves. Orange fur grew all along his back and limbs.
"Oh my God. You're—you're a," Morgan stammered, eyes wide, she stepped back.
A low feline growl purred from his mouth.
"Cat!"
Get a grip, Morgan. He’s still the same person. “So you were the cat I saw when we check in?” After gathering up his discarded clothes, she opened the door to the cabin. She looked down at the feline. “Well come on, you’ll freeze out here.”
Jared scurried in before she could step through the threshold, and settled in front of the hearth with a contented purr. Logs crackled in the brick fireplace. Morgan threw on another round, and turned her back to the fire. “Why does my butt always get so cold?”
Jared produced a un-cat-like snort, and then jumped to the floor. His skin looked like it was boiling while his bones cracked and popped, as they rearranged themselves. His fur disappeared as his body returned to man size. Standing up, he turned to look down at her.
Morgan’s gaze swept over his long, lean body. Yup, that weird orange hair was everywhere. “So you can do that inside.” She stared away from his deliciously nude form. “Why didn’t you?”
He pulled on his sweat pants then walked back to her. “Cats don’t like loud noises. If you started to scream, I would need an escape route.
“Coward.” She stepped away from him.
“Hardly.” He took her by the arms, pulled her toward him. “Cats are fearless fighters, but a loud noise can trigger a fight or flight reflex.”
A smile teased the corners of her mouth. “I bet you run real fast, too.”
“I run faster, when I’m hurrying back to the one I love.” Slipping an arm around her, he nuzzled the side of her face. "Ever have a butterfly-kiss?"
"Um, no." Morgan lifted an eyebrow. "Aren't those the kind you give to children?"
Jared grinned. "No, I mean the grown up version." He set his lips to her throat. Opening his mouth slightly he dragged his tongue along her skin. Moving down a bit, he trailed butterfly-kisses along her neck.
She shivered. "Oh, I like that kitty-cat boy.” A tingling sensation ran down her body as heat filled her panties, but it had nothing to do with the fire blazing behind them.
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