Page 19 of Tiger Born

“And you’re so hot you don’t even notice your bicep veins. You just walk around like this with all your sex appeal, and you can eat three steaks, and you have a murderer brother—”

“Not a murderer yet—”

“And you almost died but your hair is perfect! This is like a movie!”

“Are you on drugs?”

“I’m high on life. I lived. I survived a second tiger attack. Don’t you feel the hum of the atmosphere, Dame? You survived too. Look, there is awesome sunlight beaming down on this specific spot and we are the only ones who get to see it,” she said, pointing to a ray that had beamed in from a hole in the barn roof. “That’s so cool. This dust mote?” she said, pointing to a little speck of dust swirling around in the sunray. “We’re the only ones who will ever see it. We are alive seeing a dust mote. In a sunray. After a steak dinner and homemade apple pie, in a barn full of Fords that people have spent countless hours bringing back to their former glory. How amazing is—”

The speed with which Dame’s lips crashed onto hers was startling. She yelped and her eyes went wide as she stood there frozen. He pulled away, his hands up in the air like he surrendered. His lips were parted, and his eyes were glowing such a bright golden hue. He’d stepped into that sunray, and it illuminated half of his face, making one eye even brighter. There was a ring of bright green right by his pupil that she might have never noticed if not for that sunray.

She closed the distance between them and slid her arms over his shoulders, and he lifted her off the ground. Misty wrapped her legs around him on instinct and pressed her lips to his. He was ready for her. His mouth moved against her so perfectly timed. She clutched him harder, and he grunted in pain.

“Oh my gosh!” she exclaimed, releasing him from the grip of her thighs. She jumped down to the ground and stared up at him in shock. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

His eyes were full of pure golden fire.

“Fuck it,” he gritted out, and peeled his shirt off, threw it onto the barn floor, and gripped her waist. He walked her straight backward, lips on hers.

Misty lost her mind and went with it. She didn’t realize where he aimed to take her until she heard the rustle of the tarp on her car. He lifted it up and yanked her back door open, then laid her down on the seat. It was still a mess from his injuries last night, but she didn’t give a single shit about that right now. She didn’t care about anything but the consuming way this man touched her body. He broke their kiss only long enough to yank her shirt over her head and throw it behind him. The tarp had fallen back into place, and it was dark in here. It felt like their own secret world. He tasted so good as he kissed her. This wasn’t some soft romantic, moving-her-hair-out-of-her-face, gentle-touch lovemaking session.

This was a rutting male needing her body, and her hormones spiking in response. It was fast. It was his hands gripping her waist, and a scramble to get her bra unsnapped so he could grasp her breast roughly as he ground against her.

He angled his face the other way, kissed her deeply, tongue pressing against hers with the pace he rolled his hips against hers.

A growl rattled through his chest, and with a confident touch, he reached between them and unfastened the fly of her jean shorts. Roughly, he pushed them down her thighs and she tried to kick out of them completely. Her shoes had to go because the shorts got caught, so she kicked out of them quickly as he undid his jeans.

His torso was fire against her skin. Maybe from healing like he was, hopefully not from fever. Either way, she didn’t care right now. She needed him buried inside of her.

“Please,” she gasped out as he shoved his jeans down to his thighs.

Dame took himself in hand and angled the head of his cock to her entrance.

“Deeeep,” she pleaded, and he slid into her slowly, stretching her.

She was so wet and ready, all it felt was good.

When he buried himself in her to the hilt, she gasped his name and clawed her nails against his back. He pulled back and pushed into her again, pulled back, pushed. Pulled. Pushed.

She was already panting nonsensical noises as he built the pressure inside of her body. God, nothing had ever felt this good! He was working her so fast. “Dame!” she yelled.

“Come on. Come for me,” he gritted out in a snarling demand she needed to obey. She had to!

“Fuck!” she yelled as her body gripped him with overwhelming pleasure.

He slammed into her harder. Harder. Faster.

“Fuck, Dame!” she yelled, gripping his shoulders as tight as she could.

“Want it?” he gritted out.

“I need it!”

He yelled this guttural sound and bucked into her deep, spraying her with warmth on her insides. Pulses of heat filled her as she chanted his name mindlessly.

His kiss traveled to her neck, and he bit her gently there. He trailed those biting kisses down her throat to her collar one as he moved slowly within her.

Her body was still on fire with aftershocks when he reached the two thin scars on her arm.