Page 20 of Tempting the Tiger

CHAPTER FOUR

Keair stilled, his body going rigid at Grace’s words. His tiger jumped inside him, eager to respond to the sexy silkiness of his mate’s voice. With a growl, he ordered the waiter away before turning to face her. Their gazes held and he saw the honesty and need shining from within her eyes. “I would say, I want nothing more.”

He slid from the booth, taking her hand and pulling her behind him. With long strides, he made his way to the bank of elevators. There, he headed to the last door and pressed his thumb against the controls. Immediately, the door opened and he ushered Grace inside with a hand in the middle of her back. Without him having to select the floor the doors closed with a muted hush and they were on their way to his suite.

Bachar had the penthouse suite but as second in command Keair had a suite of almost equal elegance on the floor below that. Tarek preferred to live at the Wolf’s Den where the furnishings and amenities were not so over the top. Within seconds they had reached their destination. He turned toward Grace, his face somber.

“You know what is going to happen, don’t you, Grace?”

She bit her lip but met his gaze with a steady one of her own. “I hope I do.”

Grace knew she was about to go way, way outside her comfort zone when it came to the opposite sex. When it came to sex in general. The few times she allowed a man to make love to her she had usually laid there, enjoying the touch and the feel, but never reaching anything resembling an orgasm. No, any enjoyment she received came at her own hand, late at night with the covers pulled over her shaking body.

She had a feeling this evening wasn’t going to end like that. If she could take that first step. Her whole body shook, and her heart beat like a trapped baby bird inside her chest. She could do this. She should do this.

He cupped her cheek, the gesture simultaneously sexy and affectionate, pulling a soft sigh from between her lips. His face moved closer, his mouth a hairsbreadth from her own. He exhaled and she thought she could taste him without touching him. Her eyelids grew heavy and her pussy ached. Her nipples tingled and her knees weakened, making her lean closer to him. Or was the hand on the back of her neck guiding her to him?

It didn't matter. She wanted him. That was all that mattered.

Everything inside her simultaneously stilled and erupted as her body sagged against him. The hard ridge of his cock nudged impatiently at her soft belly, causing another wicked thrill to swirl through her center.

Hot, hard, male.

It had been so long since she had experience this, she thought, and he was perfect. She ground herself against him, and she heard a soft growl seconds before she was being lifted into his arms and carried inside.

“Keair! You’ll hurt yourself. Put me down.” Even as she protested, her arms were wrapping around his neck.

“Hush, little one.”

She barely got a glimpse of the huge living room before he was striding down the hallway to what she instinctively knew was his bedroom. There, he sat her gently on her feet, but still kept her close. One strong arm banded around her waist while the other slipped past her jaw, into her hair. She tipped back her neck to him and instantly he covered it with a path of open-mouthed kisses that were far hotter than the ones he’d given her at the door. Beneath the light covering of her top, she felt the increasing weight of her breasts and the silk of her panties against her sensitive clit was pushing her sexual hunger over the edge.

“Keair, she breathed, her voice a throaty invitation.

He held her still as his mouth angled across hers. He suckled her tongue, making her bones melt. She resisted the urge to whimper as she kissed him back, following his lead. Their tongues twined against each other. His kiss, his possession, was way beyond her experience.

His hands slid slowly down her back, as though memorizing every curve, every hill, and valley. Normally, she would have shied away from such a touch, but not from him. She felt no hint of dissatisfaction coming from him at what he was discovering. His hands settled warmly over her bottom and squeezed. Her breath left her lungs at the overtly possessive touch.

Keair rocked against her belly one more time before backing her up against the bed. The back of her knees hit the soft mattress as he nipped at her earlobe and licked a path along her neck, tasting the pulse point and nuzzling her throat. His hands fell away from her ass, traveling back up her body, this time skimming along the sides.

Grace shivered, anticipating where Keair would touch her next. Her nipples pebbled behind the flimsy fabric of her cotton bra, and a rush of juices pooled in her core, spilling out against her panties. She squirmed desperately against his hard cock, trying to align the aching part of her pussy against the large ridge straining the front of his pants.

“Easy, baby,” he murmured in her ear. “I’ll take care of you.”

Her arms tightened around his neck as his hands finally cupped the heavy weight of her breasts. She sighed in relief as he kneaded them. She was a big girl on top, but not much overflowed because his hands were so big.

“Please,” she begged.

Her head fell back as he began to work her body. His thumbs and forefingers pinched the hard points of her breasts as he moved against her, the pressure against her clit sending waves cascading through her body. He was so, so big.

“You are way overdressed, Habibi.” His hands moved to the hem of her shirt, lifting it slowly. Her skin prickled, the soft hair on the nape of her neck stood on end and a wave of gooseflesh engulfed every inch of her body. A second later, the fabric was whispering over her shoulders and falling to the floor. His breathing accelerated as he undressed her. He quickly removed her shoes and pants. Next, his fingers were digging into straps of her bra, forcing them down over her shoulders. His fingers were hard as they quickly undid the front clasp of her bra. She gasped as he basically tore the garment from her body.

He took a step back, and she barely resisted the urge to cover herself. The fire in his eyes as he took her in, stopped her. There was nothing to be ashamed of. He wanted her.

“So. Damn. Beautiful.” Now, he was breathing through his nose, as if he couldn’t get enough air into his lungs. In a flash, his mouth fastened on her flesh, drawing one of her aching nipples deep within his mouth. Her hands tangled in the crisp black strands of his hair as he feasted on her flesh.

His hand cupped her breasts, squeezing them almost painfully as he suckled and tongued and nipped. When he finally raised his head, his eyes were a dark amber, his fingers tight against her swollen flesh. She knew she would have fingerprint sized bruises there in the morning.

“Keair,” she whispered. “I hurt.” And she did. Never had she felt such an ache inside her. Her body wept with moisture, her pussy clenched in desperation.