When He Was Bad
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Possession. Jealousy. From the man and the jaguar.
His fingers tightened around her hips as he thrust his cock against her. They should take it slow now. They had the bed. Soft mattresses. Sweet-smelling sheets. Yes, now should be the time when he took her like a gentleman. Kissing every inch of her body, murmuring those sweet words that women liked to hear.
It should have been the time, but it wasnt.
Possession.
Still kissing her, he fumbled for her shirt. Only managed to rip off one button. Okay, two. He shoved the edges of material aside. Touched her breasts through the cups of her lacy white bra.
It had been far too long since hed tasted that plump flesh. She arched against him, and his hand slid under her back. He yanked the hook of her bra, and the garment loosened in his grip.
Perfect.
Cain ripped his mouth from hers. Kissed a hot path down her throat. Suckled her skin. Marked her lightly with his teeth.
The bra fell away. Her breasts rose up, nipples pink and tight, and he bent his head, catching one areola with his lips. Laving it with his tongue, then pulling her breast deep into his mouth.
When she moaned, his cock jerked in hungry response.
But he wanted to taste more.
He kissed his way to the other breast. Showed the nipple the same sensual attention. And let her feel the edge of his teeth.
Her breath shuddered out.
Then her hands were on him. Jerking off his shirt. Her nails skated down his spine. Scratched.
Now he was the one moaning.
Her fingers crept around his waist. Unhooked his pants with quick motions and freed his cock. She gripped him in a firm hold, squeezed, pumped
Ah, damn. Cain realized that he was seconds away from coming in her hand.
Not gonna happen. He planned to come deep in her.
Lucky for him, she was wearing another skirt. One that showcased the legs that he loved so much.
His hips pushed between her thighs. Her legs spread, and he reached up, rubbing his knuckles over her panties and pressing against her clit.
She choked out his name. Her hands slipped away from him. Gripped the sheets.
He yanked the panties out of the way. Snatched the condom out of his back pocket. Tore open the packet with his teeth.
He didnt want to use the rubber. He wanted her. Flesh to flesh.
And if he made her pregnant, all the damn better.
It would make things a hell of a lot easier.
His fingers shook as he positioned the condom. Much as he might want to go bareback, he couldnt take the choice from Miranda, he
Could thrust straight into her tight, wet sex. It would be so hot. Feel so good.
His.
Her lashes lifted and her stare met his. He saw the lust. The need.
The trust.
Fuck.
With one hand, he rolled on the condom. Soon enough, hed take her the way he craved.
Flesh to flesh.
For now, now,hed take what he could fucking get.
Cain drove balls-deep in one hard thrust.
His teeth were burning, stretching. The beast was always so close to the surface during sex. Fighting or fucking, the jaguar liked to play.
His nails were lengthening into claws. He caught Mirandas hands, pinned them against the mattress, careful not to cut her.
She twisted beneath him. Hips bucked. Breath jerked out.
The bed began to squeak in time with his thrusts. The mattress to dip.
Their bodies grew slick with sweat as they fought for climax. Her sex gripped him, squeezing so tight he thought hed go out of his damn mind.
Heaven. So good.
He pulled his cock nearly out of her, plunged deep again. And again.
His mouth locked on hers. Tasted the need and the stark lust. Tongues met. Lips pressed.
Her breasts were against his chest. Nipples tormenting his flesh. Her legs clamped around his waist. Her hips met him thrust for thrust. Her sex closed around him, fist-tight, flexing, hot, perfect, and
He felt the hard contraction of her climax along the length of his erection. His mouth lifted from hers. He gazed down at her. Saw the flash of pleasure on her face, watched those blue eyes go blind.
He drove into her creamy core once more and let the same powerful release take him. The pleasure exploded through his body, shooting from his groin and through his entire body in a burst of heat and passion.
In his mind, he heard the jaguar roar, even as a growl of pleasure escaped his lips.
His.
He licked her shoulder. Now was the time to hold her, to feel her warmth and pretend that he was just a man lucky enough to be with the woman he wanted and
His cell phone rang. A hard, shrill beep followed by the muted sound of the vibrating cell.
Shit. Not now.
The phone beeped. Vibrated.
He withdrew from her body, swearing. Oh, but somebody had just made his shit list.
Cain fumbled for the phone, knowing he had to take the call, especially with Roberts out loose in the night.
Lawson.
Miranda was silent beside him, face tense.
Weve got contact. Santiago.
Tension had his gut clenching.
I logged onto Mirandas online account. Checked out her profile and e-mail.
The bastards already taken the bait? An Internet sting had never worked that fast for him in the past. Never. Red flags shot up in his mind.
Had Roberts used the blood link to figure out what they were doing? Was he trying to trap them? Cain couldnt ignore that very real possibility.
Oh, hes taken it, Santiago said. An e-mail was sent from the same account Roberts used before. Traced the IP address back to one of those free computers at a coffee shop just outside of town.