“Thought? Past tense. Now that you aren’t drunk, I’m not attractive?”
She frowned. “You are attractive. Don’t put words in my mouth.”
“So you still find me attractive?”
“You know you are.”
He eyed her for long seconds. “Do you still want to kiss me?”
She blinked a few times and decided she did, but she didn’t want to admit that. Drunk, she was pretty forward but that wasn’t the case when she was sober. She swallowed instead of answering his question and forced her gaze from his to glance at the Jeep.
“Your prisoner over there is falling out.” Her gaze swung back to him.
“I don’t give a damn. He might shut up if he falls and hits his head.”
She smiled, liking him, and agreed it wouldn’t be a bad thing if the loud, crude man in restraints stopped muttering curses.
Tiger suddenly stepped forward, invading her personal space. She gasped when two large hands gripped her h*ps gently to prevent her from backing away from him. Their gazes met and held. His eyes were just as amazing as she remembered, actually more gorgeous in sunlight since the golden rims of his blue irises nearly glowed, enhancing the blue parts. The catlike eyes, combined with his thick eyelashes, were remarkable.
Zandy took a shaky breath, inhaling his masculine, woodsy scent. She didn’t resist when he gently tugged her closer until she had to tilt her head back to keep their gazes locked and her body pressed against his. Her hands automatically rose to flatten on his broad chest. The material of his black shirt was soft but the man under it felt very solid.
“I am curious,” he rasped. “If touching you is as good as I remember. I’m going to kiss you.”
Chapter Three
Zandy knew she should say no and tug out of Tiger’s hold. She should… Oh hell. I’m only going to live once. The urge to kiss him was strong. She wasn’t going to deny it so she slid her hands higher, to his shoulders. They were the broadest ones ever. She pressed tighter against him and parted her lips in invitation.
His eyes widened with surprise and he leaned in a little. A soft growl rumbled from his throat and Zandy’s belly clenched. He made the sexiest sounds. Her alcohol-hazed memories hadn’t been wrong about that and she closed her eyes in anticipation of his kiss.
The man softly purred when his mouth brushed hers. Zandy took a shaky breath against his lips and lifted on tiptoe to get closer. Their mouths met again and this time he didn’t just give her a featherlight tease. His tongue slid past her parted lips and fully possessed her with the kind of passion that would have made her melt to the ground if she wasn’t clinging to his shoulders. His arms tightened around her.
Her being drunk hadn’t affected her senses after all because the man could kiss like nobody’s business. His tongue teased, savaged, and absolutely left her without the ability to think. Another growl came from him. Her ni**les responded to the vibrations it caused with her chest pressed so tightly against him and she wanted to be even closer. Her hands wrapped around his neck and she barely noticed when her feet left the ground as he lifted her higher up his body to deepen the kiss.
She kicked off her shoes, wanting them out of the way and needing to feel more of him. Almost instinctively her legs wrapped around his hips. Her back hit the side of her car and he wiggled closer until the hard ridge of his c**k pressed against her underwear. She adjusted her hold on him with her legs, clamping her knees over his sides and locking her ankles together until her heels dug into his firm ass, urging him closer.
Tiger’s h*ps ground against her pu**y, making her aware of the rough material of his pants against her bare thighs…and that her skirt had ridden up. She didn’t care. Instead she kissed him frantically and arched her back, rubbing her br**sts and cl*t against him where they were touching. She moaned, wanting him so bad it hurt. Her body was on fire.
Tiger’s hold shifted from her waist to caress down to her ass. His bare hands cupped na**d skin where her thong panties didn’t cover and he squeezed her firmly. He moved, slowly rocking his c**k against her. Pleasure tore through her from how hard he was, how sensitive her cl*t was to just the slightest movement he made. She ached to come.
It was insane how she reacted to him. No man had ever turned her on more. His mouth was pure sin. His body did things to her. He made her feel wild and needy and she wanted him to take her. She moaned louder, kissing him deeper as her fingernails clawed at him where she could touch his back. She wanted him now, against the car, in the middle of the road and she didn’t even care that they were in the open.
Tiger tore his mouth away from hers, breathing hard, and she opened her eyes. “Don’t stop.”
Pure passion made his eyes the sexiest things she’d ever seen. He flashed some seriously hot fangs at her and the sudden desire to bare her neck for him struck. She could totally go for him biting her. Even the thought of him nipping her with those babies made her hotter. I’m a sick person but I don’t care. He’s so damn hot.
“I—”
Zandy was afraid he was going to refuse. There was a lot at stake considering she’d never wanted anyone as much as she did him. Thoughts left her as she lifted up to place her lips over his to kiss him. He snarled, pressing her tighter against the side of her car.
Her hand fisted in his hair, holding him in place as she rolled her hips. She moaned at the feel of his trapped c**k against her pu**y and bucked against him to show him how much she wanted him.
She frowned. “You are attractive. Don’t put words in my mouth.”
“So you still find me attractive?”
“You know you are.”
He eyed her for long seconds. “Do you still want to kiss me?”
She blinked a few times and decided she did, but she didn’t want to admit that. Drunk, she was pretty forward but that wasn’t the case when she was sober. She swallowed instead of answering his question and forced her gaze from his to glance at the Jeep.
“Your prisoner over there is falling out.” Her gaze swung back to him.
“I don’t give a damn. He might shut up if he falls and hits his head.”
She smiled, liking him, and agreed it wouldn’t be a bad thing if the loud, crude man in restraints stopped muttering curses.
Tiger suddenly stepped forward, invading her personal space. She gasped when two large hands gripped her h*ps gently to prevent her from backing away from him. Their gazes met and held. His eyes were just as amazing as she remembered, actually more gorgeous in sunlight since the golden rims of his blue irises nearly glowed, enhancing the blue parts. The catlike eyes, combined with his thick eyelashes, were remarkable.
Zandy took a shaky breath, inhaling his masculine, woodsy scent. She didn’t resist when he gently tugged her closer until she had to tilt her head back to keep their gazes locked and her body pressed against his. Her hands automatically rose to flatten on his broad chest. The material of his black shirt was soft but the man under it felt very solid.
“I am curious,” he rasped. “If touching you is as good as I remember. I’m going to kiss you.”
Chapter Three
Zandy knew she should say no and tug out of Tiger’s hold. She should… Oh hell. I’m only going to live once. The urge to kiss him was strong. She wasn’t going to deny it so she slid her hands higher, to his shoulders. They were the broadest ones ever. She pressed tighter against him and parted her lips in invitation.
His eyes widened with surprise and he leaned in a little. A soft growl rumbled from his throat and Zandy’s belly clenched. He made the sexiest sounds. Her alcohol-hazed memories hadn’t been wrong about that and she closed her eyes in anticipation of his kiss.
The man softly purred when his mouth brushed hers. Zandy took a shaky breath against his lips and lifted on tiptoe to get closer. Their mouths met again and this time he didn’t just give her a featherlight tease. His tongue slid past her parted lips and fully possessed her with the kind of passion that would have made her melt to the ground if she wasn’t clinging to his shoulders. His arms tightened around her.
Her being drunk hadn’t affected her senses after all because the man could kiss like nobody’s business. His tongue teased, savaged, and absolutely left her without the ability to think. Another growl came from him. Her ni**les responded to the vibrations it caused with her chest pressed so tightly against him and she wanted to be even closer. Her hands wrapped around his neck and she barely noticed when her feet left the ground as he lifted her higher up his body to deepen the kiss.
She kicked off her shoes, wanting them out of the way and needing to feel more of him. Almost instinctively her legs wrapped around his hips. Her back hit the side of her car and he wiggled closer until the hard ridge of his c**k pressed against her underwear. She adjusted her hold on him with her legs, clamping her knees over his sides and locking her ankles together until her heels dug into his firm ass, urging him closer.
Tiger’s h*ps ground against her pu**y, making her aware of the rough material of his pants against her bare thighs…and that her skirt had ridden up. She didn’t care. Instead she kissed him frantically and arched her back, rubbing her br**sts and cl*t against him where they were touching. She moaned, wanting him so bad it hurt. Her body was on fire.
Tiger’s hold shifted from her waist to caress down to her ass. His bare hands cupped na**d skin where her thong panties didn’t cover and he squeezed her firmly. He moved, slowly rocking his c**k against her. Pleasure tore through her from how hard he was, how sensitive her cl*t was to just the slightest movement he made. She ached to come.
It was insane how she reacted to him. No man had ever turned her on more. His mouth was pure sin. His body did things to her. He made her feel wild and needy and she wanted him to take her. She moaned louder, kissing him deeper as her fingernails clawed at him where she could touch his back. She wanted him now, against the car, in the middle of the road and she didn’t even care that they were in the open.
Tiger tore his mouth away from hers, breathing hard, and she opened her eyes. “Don’t stop.”
Pure passion made his eyes the sexiest things she’d ever seen. He flashed some seriously hot fangs at her and the sudden desire to bare her neck for him struck. She could totally go for him biting her. Even the thought of him nipping her with those babies made her hotter. I’m a sick person but I don’t care. He’s so damn hot.
“I—”
Zandy was afraid he was going to refuse. There was a lot at stake considering she’d never wanted anyone as much as she did him. Thoughts left her as she lifted up to place her lips over his to kiss him. He snarled, pressing her tighter against the side of her car.
Her hand fisted in his hair, holding him in place as she rolled her hips. She moaned at the feel of his trapped c**k against her pu**y and bucked against him to show him how much she wanted him.
