Page 41 of Tiger Bitten

“Would you like to join me?”

She pursed her lips against a smile, but she couldn’t hide it if she tried. Who, me? She mouthed, pointing to her chest.

You, he mouthed back. He crooked a finger, ushering her to him. “Come here.”

And oh, the urge inside of her to obey that man. She liked it when he was dominant like this.

This little apartment felt so safe, like their own little world.

She padded softly to the bathroom and kicked out of her flipflops and moved to pull her shirt over her head.

“Let me,” he said softly, his eyes sparking with hunger.

She dropped her hands and studied the tiredness etched into his facial features. Even with the too-sharp angles of his face, he was her Mars. He was comfort. He was safety. The Rabbit stuff didn’t matter anymore. It wasn’t their story. This, right here, right now…this was their story.

He pulled her tank top over her head and reached around, tugging gently on her hairband until he released her messy bun. Her curls fell around her face, and he slid his fingers into it and massaged her scalp gently. With a groan of pleasure, Ren rolled her head back and closed her eyes.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said.

She eased her eyes open. The stretch of her smile felt so damn good. There was so much relief emanating from Mars right now, she was getting high off of it.

He reached around her and unsnapped her bra, and the release of pressure of that fabric felt so good as he pulled it from her arms and dropped it to the floor with the rest of their clothes.

His erection was stone hard and standing straight up, and she ran a soft touch down his long shaft. His shoulders shuddered and he rolled his eyes closed, then opened them again. They were an even brighter blue. Feeling bold, she slid her hand around the width of him and slowly pulled her grip upward toward the head of his cock, then back down.

Mars gripped the back of her hair and rested his forehead on hers. “We don’t have to do anything today. We can just take a shower if you want.”

“What do you want?” she asked.

“You,” he said without hesitation. “I wanted you before I even saw you. I smelled you and then saw you days before I got the guts to go into your record shop.”

His admission came as a shock. “You did?”

He nodded. “I like that you’re a Cat. I don’t have to be as gentle with you. I liked the scent of you before I even knew what you looked like.”

Right. She forced a smile and pulled her grip up the length of him again. His breath hitched and his abs flexed, and God, she loved his body’s reaction to her touch. She didn’t recall ever feeling this powerful before.

They had hours before dinner. Hours to explore each other, and there was something so exciting about that to her.

They were in their own world here, where no problems existed. Nothing that had happened before now meant anything.

Mars unfastened the snap of her jeans with a tiny snick, then slowly pulled the zipper down. He leaned in and kissed her as he pushed the denim down to her thighs…down, down, taking her panties with it.

She kicked the fabric off her ankles and stood there bare before him. She was supposed to be insecure, right? She was supposed to feel exposed and hope he liked the way she looked unclothed? It didn’t happen though. She bathed in the hunger of his gaze as it slid up and down her curves. She could see his appetite for her etched into every facet of his face.

He brushed his fingertips down the curve of her waist, and back up to her breasts. He turned her in his arms and faced her toward the mirror. He wrapped his arms around her and cupped her breasts, kissed the side of her neck so thoroughly, she had to tilt her head to the side to make more room for his affection.

He slid one hand down to her sex and cupped her there. Ren arched her back against him, and gasped as he rubbed her slick folds with his fingers. God, she wanted him.

He nipped her neck and then eased away from her and offered his hand. She took it and allowed him to guide her over the lip of the bathtub. He closed the shower curtain behind them and adjusted the too-cool temperature to warm up the water more. It adjusted in seconds, and he guided her under the stream of hot water. She thought he would ravage her in there, but he didn’t. He remained unrushed as he massaged her curls back away from her face and soaked them under the water. He poured shampoo in the palm of his hand from the pumps attached to the wall of the shower. He massaged it into her hair, and he was slow and methodical about it, avoiding it getting into her eyes. He kept her head tilted back just right and rinsed it with care. He didn’t use a washrag with the fragrant mint and sweet pea body wash. He used his hands. He used them well.

And when he was done, and she was utterly drunk on his touch, he turned his back and allowed her to care for him the same. She loved this. She loved his body. She memorized every inch of it, every birthmark, every freckle, every scar. She was a scarless Cat, but Mars wasn’t. He’d been in fights. Brutal fights.

She loved every mark on his body because they were proof of survival.

Rinsed, he turned and kissed her, his tongue dipping directly past her lips. She inhaled deeply and slipped her arms around his shoulders as he squared his body up to hers.

With both hands, she gripped him. The head of his cock was pressed against her belly, and God, she loved this. Loved the comfort and openness between them.