They were nicely sized for his hands, and pert under his touch. Macavity pressed a kiss to her skin, just above her breast, and let his hands move downward to slide along her torso. When he reached the lacey garment clinging to her hips, he dropped down to his knees to slide the soaked fabric down, breathing in deeply the scent of her desire, that had been growing stronger since the first kiss.

When he reached her feet, he slid each thigh-high stocking down as well, lifting one foot or the other just enough to slide it off. She was stunning and filled him with a hunger and desire he had not felt for another feline in a while.

He rose to his feet again, taking his time in taking in her naked form, each flush of skin and curve of muscle that made up her elegant dancer's form. As he did so, he finished what she had started, removing his unbuttoned shirt.