My Shifter Showmance (Shifting Reality 1)

She shook her head, unable to believe he was really there. “I can’t believe you did that. I mean the tape, the contract, all of it. You didn’t have to.”

He leapt off the bed to land a few feet away from her, holding himself back with obvious restraint. “Yes, I did.”

“Why?” She needed to hear him say it.

He smiled. “Because I love you, Kittysnapdragon. I have from the moment I met you. I always will. And a cat in love will do anything to make his mate happy.”

“I love you too.”

His expression was shocked, as though he hadn’t expected such a quick response. But they’d already wasted too much time as far as she was concerned. She raced toward him, leaping into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. She peppered his face with kisses, laughing and crying and so full of gratitude and joy she could hardly breathe. He’d come for her. He loved her.

He groaned at the feel of her against him. “I can’t believe I stayed away from you so long. Do you know how hard it was?”

Margo felt the hard ridge of his erection press against her and shivered. “I’m getting a general idea.”

He growled. “General, huh? Well, let’s get down to specifics. I need to taste you. Need to feel my woman come around my cock. Now.”

She placed open mouth kisses on his neck as he carried her to what she hoped was the bed. She needed him too. It was desperate, this desire to get closer, to touch every part of him, taste every part of him. She wondered if it would always be like this.

The sound of water running pushed through the haze of her passion. Before she could lift her head he’d stepped into the shower, holding her, the hot water blasting over her fully clothed body. “What—”

His voice was harsh, guttural. “Couldn’t wait. Didn’t want to let you go.”

She heard the rending sound of her tailored pants as he ripped off the center panel, baring her white lace underwear to his touch. That too shredded beneath his hands, until there was nothing between them but his sodden jeans.

“Have I mentioned that you’re good at this?”

“Not good. Not smooth. Around you, Margo, I have no control.”

Her blouse clung to her skin, resistant to his frustrated fingers. Margo leaned back in his arms, pulling everything, bra and all, off over her head. It landed on the floor of the shower with a wet thud and she smiled. “Your turn.”

He took her mouth, his sharp teeth snagging her lower lip in his haste, but she loved it. Loved his wildness. Without releasing her he somehow undid the buttons of his jeans, and she felt the rock solid heat of him against her sex.

She pluc

ked at the cloth on his shoulders, humming into his mouth as she dragged her sensitive breasts across the wet, heavy cotton. The water beat down on them and she remembered her fantasy in the shower. She tore her mouth away with a laugh. “It was you, wasn’t it? Your voice I heard that first day? You were watching me.”

He narrowed his brilliant green eyes, studying her face for a tense moment. “You aren’t angry?”

She should be, she knew. “No,” she whispered, surprised at her own answer. “It’s only fair. I was watching you for months. Dreaming of us, like this, since I first found your site.”

His jaw clenched, the emotion glistening in his eyes making hers water. “I think I created it so you’d find me.” And then he was kissing her again, his tongue filling her mouth as his cock stretched and filled her sex.

Yes. God, she’d missed this. Craved it. No fantasy, no battery operated boyfriend, nothing had satisfied her since she’d left Scotland. Nothing could compare to Thomas, and the way he made her feel.

His head reared back, looking into her eyes as the strong arms around her hips pumped her against his body. “Say it, kitten.”

She knew exactly what he wanted. “I love you, Thomas Lyons.”

“You’re mine now. Don’t ever run away from me again.”

She shook her head and his mouth opened over the mark on her shoulder. “Oh, that feels so…” He sank his fangs into her flesh, and she cried out, tightening her arms and legs around him, needing to be closer, needing everything.

For long, delicious minutes he drank from her, claiming her as she took him, feeling as though he were inside her mind and heart as well as her body. Love you…love you so much, her inner voice whimpered.

You can say that again, little voice.

She sensed it building inside her. The spark became a conflagration that had her hips bucking, desperate for a faster rhythm. More. Harder. More.