Her Tiger To Take by Kat Simons Page B

smiled a lot. He laughed more than he had in years. The
comfort, the rightness of it, wasn’t lost on him.
    The ephemeral nature of that peace wasn’t
lost on him, either.
    Had his parents experienced this in the
beginning? Was this where the madness started?
    And could he escape the consequences now, or
was it too late?
    As soon as she finished eating, his
self-control buckled. “Dishes can wait,” he said as he pulled her
to her feet and into his arms. She fell into his kiss without
resistance. He loved that about her.
    They stumbled up the stairs, petting and
kissing as they went. More than once, Nick thought they might not
make it to the bedroom. At the top of the stairs, he pushed her
against the nearest wall so he could feel her entire body pressed
against his. He pulled her top off and tossed it behind him, his
gaze dropping to the delicious fullness of her breasts.
    “I love your body,” he muttered, before
taking her nipple into his mouth.
    She lifted up on her toes and clenched at his
shoulders, panting as he sucked hard. She was so sensitive, so
responsive, he wondered if he could make her come like this.
Tempting. But maybe later. There was so much he wanted to do with
her, to her, and he had a bed just a few feet away. With a final
lick, he released her nipple and grabbed her hand, tugging her to
his room, and his bed.
    Desperation like he’d never experienced
pushed him. He actually ripped her jeans dragging them off, but he
couldn’t find it in him to care. He needed her naked, needed to
feel and explore her glorious body. He needed to bathe in her scent
and fill himself with her.
    Years of want and denial had left him so
vulnerable to her. He’d imagined having her in his bed, just like
this, so often it was like living in a dream. Except her moans were
real. Her scent was real. And those desperate little sounds she
made when he kissed her inner thigh, when he licked into her, were
so much better than anything he could have imagined.
    “Nick!” Her voice was deep and husky, the
sound fueling his lust.
    He couldn’t taste her enough. No spice, no
dish, no food had ever tasted so perfect. When she tightened and
trembled, he gripped her closer and pushed her to an orgasm that
had her shaking against him.
    “I could spend years just like this,” he said
against her thigh. Sweat dripped between her breasts, drawing his
attention. He moved up her body, kissing her as he went, savoring
her little jumps and gasps when he hit sensitive spots. “I want to
know everything, find everything that makes you come.”
    “You’ve made one hell of a start,” she moaned
as he took her nipple into his mouth again.
    “Not enough. This is going to take some
time.”
    She chuckled, but the sound was strained and
tight. “Fine. Just… Oh!”
    He smiled against her skin. Apparently, her
waist was as sensitive as her breasts. He filed that away for
future use, then rose up to kiss her. She wiggled under him,
pushing and tugging to get him where she wanted him. Then she
wrapped her legs around his hips and arched up to bump against his
cock. Her invitation was clear, and he wanted to be inside her so
much, it never crossed his mind to resist.
    She was hot and wet, her body stretching and
taking him as if they made love all the time. He lifted onto his
arms enough to watch her as he rocked against her, into her. The
way her eyes fluttered open and closed, the way her lips parted,
the way she gasped and panted, the feel of her fingers digging into
his arms, everything about her was perfect,
beautiful… his .
    Her orgasm tightened her inner muscles around
him and dragged him toward his own release too quickly. He held out
just long enough to watch her come, the flush that rose across her
chest and into her cheeks, the way her jaw clenched, the sound of
her cry reverberating through his bedroom. Then he let go and
followed her, unable to resist her or refuse her anything now.
    After, he held her close, pulling