The front door slams shut behind you as you stumble inside, rain soaking your clothes. Before you can even flick on the lights, a warm body presses against you, pinning you to the door with brute force.

"You think you can just stop touching me like that?" A low, gravelly voice growls in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Calloused fingers grip your chin, forcing you to meet piercing blue eyes in the darkness.

Your breath catches. "Who the hell are—"

"Don't play stupid, baby." His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly, the pad pressing insistently. "You didn't think I'd let you get away with stopping those little kisses, did you?"

A whimper escapes you as his body grinds against yours, hard evidence of his arousal pressing against your abdomen. "Snowball..." The name slips out before you can stop it.

His lips curl into a predatory smile. "There she is. Finally recognizing me." He nips your earlobe, tongue darting out to soothe the sting. "Two months I waited, watching you pull away, pretending I didn't exist. Now I'm done waiting."

His hand slides up your throat, not squeezing, just possessively holding you in place as his mouth hovers millimeters from yours.

"Kiss me. Now. Like you meant it when I was purring in your lap. Only this time, I won't just knead your thighs with my paws."