Wicked As He Comes (Tiger in Her Bed)

“Later, maybe. After that big lunch, I’m stuffed.”

Hmm. She didn’t know yet that he planned to make her stuffed in a different way.

“I’ve been looking forward to a moment like this.”

“Privacy, you mean?”

“The twins are very well-behaved, but I want you to myself. Selfish, I know. But you’re my mate and there are a hundred wicked things I want to do to you.”

“To me?”

“With you,” he clarified. “And to you.”

She flexed her long limbs. “More bondage?” she hedged.

“That and other things. But not now. Today, I want to make you mine.”

“Aren’t I yours already?”

“Yes, but I haven’t marked you yet.”

“You didn’t do it last night?” She absentmindedly touched her shoulder, “Of course not, or I would have noticed.”

“Are you afraid?”

“Afraid?” She shook her head. “No, John. The only thing I’m afraid of is that I can’t provide for the twins. I’m afraid that they’ll go hungry. I’m afraid if can’t pay the heating bill, they’ll go cold. I’m afraid that I can’t clothe them or put a roof over their head. But you, Mr. Big Bad Tiger, I’m not afraid of you.”

The beast inside rattled its cage, getting excited.

His blood stirred, waking his cock. “Good.”

He began unbuttoning his light-blue, pressed linen shirt as he walked to her. The temperature suddenly felt a few degrees hotter. His skin was blazing, burning for her. He bent down and caressed the back of her neck, gently anchoring the base of her head, his fingers tangling in her chestnut hair. Then he leaned down to press his lips to hers, his tongue softly probing its way into her mouth.

She moaned huskily. He found it incredibly sexy.

“Take off your clothes,” he commanded. “All of them.”

A tiny smile blossomed at the corner of her mouth. Without breaking eye contact, she pulled her green sweater over her head. Her blouse soon followed.

John hummed his approval as he traced a finger over her cleavage. She wore a cotton bra, nothing fancy. Even then, he found her tantalizingly delicious. Her breasts were spectacular. Buxom and firm. And she had pretty nipples, as he remembered from last night. He couldn’t wait to suck them hard in his mouth.

She unclasped the hook of her bra and slid it off.

Ah. He smiled privately as he drank in the magnificent sight before him. Those pretty raspberry nipples that tasted sweeter than any ripe summer berries. Fuck. His cock felt like granite under his pants. He picked up her bra and tossed it over his shoulder. “Take off your jeans. Everything.”

She obeyed him like a good little girl.

As if she wanted to put on a good show for him, she peeled off her jeans slowly. Button and zipper. The rustling sound of denim against her skin. The way she slid her panties to her ankles. John didn’t realize he was holding his breath in anticipation. A growl rumbled in his throat.

Mine. My mate.

His eyes feasted on the sumptuous banquet before him. She let out a sexy kitten mewl when he cupped her breasts and buried his face in her neck. He inhaled her intoxicating scent by the lungful. The urge to shift started getting the best of him. His beast thrashed in its mental cage. His cock hardened to the point it hurt.

“John . . .” she whispered his name deliciously.

He liked the way she sighed it on her tongue as if she were tasting an expensive confectionary. His body hummed with desire, wondering if this was what it meant to mate with the one. He had never wanted a woman in his life like he wanted her right now.

Her body quivered with anticipation when he flicked out his tongue and sucked her pretty nipple. She bit her lip. Her eyes filled with a mixture of awe and shock as if this kind of pleasure was new to her.