Page 25 of Tempting the Tiger

His mobile mouth curved at the side and he held out his hand, ordering her again, “Come here.”

“No,” she smiled back. “I’m obstinate, remember?”

She extended her hand, touching his cock with the tips of her fingers. She licked her lips as she allowed herself to take in all his strength—and his arousal. The size of his cock grew as she looked at him, touched him. He caught her hand stilling her touch.

“Grace.” His voice was rough and kind of thin as if speaking were an effort for him.

Her heart began to pound. Her experience of foreplay was limited so she followed the instincts that were screaming out inside of her. She leaned forward, her tongue flickering across the tip of his cock. He wasn’t fully aroused yet and she knew that was more because of his steel control than anything else. But she wanted him to lose that control—to be as needy and hungry as she was for him.

“Baby,” he grunted as his cock seemed to explode, growing, thickening. It was so fascinating to watch, she almost forgot what she had been about to do. But he hadn’t.

“Grace, please, touch me.” His hands cupped the back of her head, pressing her forward. “Suck me.”

“Are you sure?” She looked up at him, a doe-like expression in her eyes. His tiger growled, wanting out, to reassure their mate. Keair held the animal firmly in check. Just as he thought he had frightened her with his demand, he saw the mischief dancing in her chocolate eyes.

“Minx,” he grunted, guiding her exactly to where he wanted—no needed her. For there was no doubt how much the man, and the tiger, needed the hungry touch of their mate. “I am yours.” He had never spoken truer words. “Do with me as you please, but please, suck me, baby. Suck me good.”

He knew the words were rather crude, but that was how he was feeling. Animalistic. Tortured, he thought as she took him inside her warm mouth. He grunted and jerked forward. She placed her hands on his thighs, her fingernails scraping across his skin. He was so damn hard, the skin of his cock stretched so tight, he thought he might burst open. He was on the edge of losing control. One break in his concentration, he knew he’d be coming all over her like a fledging boy.

The inexperience in her touch only added fuel to his desire. She curled one hand over the base of his cock as she worked the tip in and out of her mouth. Unable to control himself, he pushed forward, “More, Grace. Take more of me.”

She did as he commanded and he tried to relax, determined to give her as much time as she needed. She was not the first woman who had knelt before him, but heavens above, he knew she would be the last. The present sharpened, his mind focused as he strove to take in all the details, branding them into his memory. He focused on the bite of her short, no-nonsense fingernails against the tender flesh of his cock. He realized she had painted them a light pink for their date. The first day in the bakery when he’d brought her the order for the hotel, they had been natural, some still sporting wisps of flour from her baking.

His breath stalled when she pressed forward, taking him to the back of her throat. Using her hands and mouth, she drew him to the edge of his control. He forced himself not to move—well not to move too much. The enticing feel of her throat, the warm tunnel of her mouth—he wasn’t a saint.

He guided her, teaching what he liked. Hell, there wasn’t anything he didn’t like about what she was doing to him. She was driving him fucking out of his mind.

“Enough,” he growled, pulling her to her feet. She was not ready for that step in her education.

“What? No, let me finish.” She turned red when she realized what she’d said, but she didn’t want to stop. She loved the power she’d felt as his body had trembled at her touch. As he’d been preparing to explode.

“No,” he said. “Not like that. Not yet.”

He pulled her under the showerhead, literally drowning out her protest. She spluttered a little and pushed her hair back from her face. She blinked away the water, watching him lather up his big hands. Then, she was groaning as he ran those calloused palms over her shoulders. He took his time, lathering his hands again and again as he touched every part of her body.

Next, he washed her hair, the citrus smell of it surrounding them. The water, which hadn’t changed temperature the entire time they had been in the shower, continued to fall, rinsing away the foam. They stood front to back, his hands moving through her hair as he made sure it was completely rinsed.

“My turn.” Grace turned in his arms, her breasts rubbing across the hair on his chest. She slid the palms of her hands across the large expense of muscle, rubbing lightly across his rigid male nipples as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She stood on her tiptoes so she could place a line of kisses along his collarbone. “Can’t we…”

Her voice trailed off as one of her hands trailed back down his body. His cock, which hadn’t gone down since she’d sucked him, was poking against her. She knew he was as hungry as she was. “Can’t we go back to bed?”

“I want nothing more, my love. But you are too sore for me right now.” He cupped her face with his hands, giving her a kiss on her forehead.

That was so not what she wanted. She wanted him. She squeezed his hard flesh between her fingers. “That’s not what I want, Keair. I want you.” She blinked up at him. “I want you inside me. Hot, and hard, pounding.” She stroked his length, pulling and stretching him, making him grow beneath her touch. “Please.” She bit her lip, still looking into his dark, amber eyes.

Keair threw back his head, letting the water from shower wash over him, trying to gain some control. Grace’s small hand continued to stroke him. He was so swollen, so aroused, her fingers could not close around his girth. He wanted—no he needed her again.

He needed her like he needed his next breath. His next shift. If he controlled himself, if he…

Hell, who was he kidding, there would be no holding back once he felt her warm pussy surround him.

“Turn around,” he growled. Without giving her time to actually obey him, he was moving her. He turned her, pushing down on her back above her hips. He placed her hands in front of her, palms flat against the shower tile. “Legs apart.”

When she didn’t move fast enough, he swept them apart with his foot. Her rounded hips jaunted out behind her, her thick thighs holding up all those luscious, cock swelling curves. He had the perfect view of her pink pussy lips glistening up at him. He inhaled deeply. That was not moisture from the water. No, his little mate was aroused, her juices spilling from her body.

He took his cock in his hand, giving it a few long, hard pulls. For a moment he considered simply emptying himself across her back. But, he knew his mate was in need. He moved, pressing forward, guiding himself home.

He watched as the head of his cock spread her open, her pussy lips sucking at him, drawing him in. Dropping forward, he caught his weight with one hand spread between hers. Slowly, he thrust inside her, not stopping until his legs met hers, his cock fully buried inside. He leaned over, whispering in her ear, “Is that what you wanted, baby? Did you want my cock deep inside you?”

“Yes, yes,” Grace whispered back, her breath having caught in the back of her throat as he’d taken her with one deep thrust. It hadn’t hurt, just been so overwhelming. She knew he would never deliberately hurt her. She pushed her hips back against him. “More, Keair. I need more.”

“Stand still.” His words were accompanied by a sharp slap against her wet ass. It made her jump and her pussy cream. He pulled out then thrust back inside. Slow and sure. She knew he was moving that way because he thought she would hurt from his possession or, she thought as he did it again, then again, maybe he did it to drive her slowly out of her mind.

The steam from the shower rose just as Keair’s need to spill his seed inside his mate. Her moans came faster, the muscles of her cunt clenched at him, and she knew she was close. Reaching between them, he rubbed the roughened pad of his index finger against her clit.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Soak me with your juices.” He continued to stroke her with long smooth strokes despite his desire to ram into her hard and fast. After just a few more thrusts, she came. His release followed and he drove as deep inside her as he could, spilling himself into her womb. He barely resisted the urge to sink his teeth into her shoulder, marking her.

He knew he couldn’t do that without talking to her first. Telling her about himself, his past. His dreams and desire for the future—with her by his side.