Page 16 of Loving the Lion

He stood by the bed looking down at her. She tried to look at him, but his cock was right there. In front of her. So yummy and delicious looking all she wanted to do was lean forward and take him into her mouth.

“Come.” He held out his hand, totally at ease.

She placed her hand hesitantly in his. “Where are we going?”

He didn’t answer, merely pulled her to her feet. She followed meekly behind him, dropping the pillow back on the bed. Her gaze now focused on his rock-hard glutes. Wow, the man was built, coming and going. Her pussy clenched.

They walked into the bathroom, and she saw that he had run another bath. Without a word, he helped her over the side. She slid into the silky smooth water, unsure what to do. She’d never taken a bath with a man before. He stepped over the edge and sank into the hot water on the other side.

“Does it not feel good?” He looked at her.

“Mmm.” And it did feel good, especially on her tender girl parts. But awkward. She somehow managed to resist the urge to bring up her knees and cover her breasts with her arms. Barely.

Barely. She almost snorted with laughter. She was bare alright.

“Come here.” He sat on his side of the tub, his arms stretched across the edge, his long legs crossed in front of him. The water was crystal clear. She saw every inch of his body in all its perfection. From his broad shoulders down to the massive size of his biceps. His chest was a solid wall of muscle covered in a perfectly proportioned mat of dark hair. But then she shouldn’t have been surprised. Everything about him was perfection. Her gaze skipped down to his feet. A smile curled her lips. The saying about the size of a man’s feet matching the size of a man’s cock was absolutely true—at least in the shifter world.

And speaking of that. She allowed her gaze to travel upwards. His calves were strong and sure, and his thighs reminded her of tree trunks. She couldn’t see it at the moment, but she knew his ass was, well, magnificent. Well rounded cheeks that made a woman want to sink her teeth into them. Did men feel that way about a woman’s ass?

Her gaze finally landed on the part of his body that she really hadn’t gotten to look at. His cock. And my, oh, my, what a cock. Granted, she hadn’t seen many up-close and personal. Yeah, she’d been guilty of looking on the internet. But what she’d seen there and what she was looking at now…No comparison. She licked her lips, taking him in. Even unaroused he was massive. And aroused…her pussy started to ache just thinking about him inside her again.

He must have noticed—and appreciated—where she was looking. His dick started to grow as she watched.

“Come here,” he repeated again.

She raised her eyes to his. The daring she’d felt earlier returned, and she lifted her finger, motioning him over. “Why don’t you come over here?”

They stared at each other for a moment, and she started to fill with doubts. Then, he moved. Slowly, sensuously, gliding through the water. Before she knew it, he was there, on top of her, pressing her back against the side of the tub. “I thought cats didn’t like water.”

His mouth curled in amusement. “Oh, we like anything that’s nice and slick.” His eyes flickered downward where their bodies were touching, groin to groin. “Are you nice and slick?”

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” She leaned her head back against the tub and arched her hips upwards. His cock bumped against her lower stomach, a move that just a day ago would have embarrassed the shit out of her. With a speed that amazed her, she found herself flipped around. Now on top, she straddled his lap and grasped his shoulders for balance.

“What are you doing?”

“Not what I want to at the moment.”

“Oh.” Her face fell, and she bowed her head to hide her expression. He didn’t want to be here with her.

His arms tightened around her, pulling her closer. Her center slid against his cock, and she groaned.

He said a curse word in the language he’d used with his men earlier that day, and she tried to pull away. “Sally.”

“Why were you angry earlier?”

“I was not angry.” His brows drew together in a frown. He hadn’t exactly been angry. Just frustrated that he couldn’t let the lion out. Okay, he admitted when his lion poked him. He had been angry that he couldn’t sink his teeth into the side of her throat and drink her blood. Angry that he couldn’t mate with her.

“You looked angry. And now. You’re angry now.”

“Sally.” He spread his hands across her back, drawing her close still. “If I’m angry, it is at myself for wanting you again. It is too soon. You are too innocent for the things I wish to do to you tonight.”

“Really?” Her mouth curved into that half-smile he’d noticed from the moment he’d set eyes on her. Sexy and vulnerable all at the same time.

“Isn’t there anything we can do tonight?” She shifted, rubbing her cunt against his cock. He grunted, and she smiled, making the same move again. “Nothing at all we can do?”

“Well, perhaps there are some things.” He leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking softly.