Page 45 of Wicked Ways

Her breath shuddered out.

Then her hands were on him. Jerking off his shirt. Her nails skated down his spine. Scratched.

Now he was the one moaning.

Her fingers crept around his waist. Unhooked his pants with quick motions and freed his cock. She gripped him in a firm hold, squeezed, pumped⁠—

Ah, damn. Cain realized that he was seconds away from coming in her hand. Not gonna happen. He planned to come deep in her.

Lucky for him, she was wearing another skirt. One that showcased the legs that he loved so much. He shoved that skirt up and out of the way.

His hips pushed between her thighs. Her legs spread wider, and he reached up, rubbing his knuckles over her panties and pressing against her clit.

She choked out his name. Her hands slipped away from him. Gripped the sheets.

He yanked the panties. They tore in his grip, and he tossed them aside. Cain snatched the condom out of his back pocket. Ripped open the packet with his teeth.

He didn’t want to use the rubber. He wanted her. Skin to skin.

His.

Her lashes lifted and her stare met his. He saw the lust. The need.

The trust.

Fuck.

With one hand, he rolled on the condom. Soon enough, he’d take her the way he craved. Skin to skin.

For now, now, he’d take what he could fucking get.

Cain drove balls-deep in one hard thrust.

His teeth were burning, stretching. The beast was always so close to the surface during sex. Fighting or fucking, the jaguar liked to play.

His nails were lengthening into claws. He caught Miranda’s hands, pinned them against the mattress, careful not to cut her.

She twisted beneath him. Hips bucked. Breath jerked out.

The bed began to squeak in time with his thrusts. The mattress to dip. Their bodies grew slick with sweat as they fought for their climax. Her sex gripped him, squeezing so tightly he thought he’d go out of his mind.

Heaven. So good. He pulled his cock nearly out of her, then plunged deep again. And again.

His mouth locked on hers. Tasted her need and stark lust. Tongues met. Lips pressed.

Her breasts were against his chest. Nipples tormenting him. Her legs clamped around his waist. Her hips met him thrust for thrust. Her sex closed around him, so tight, flexing, hot, perfect, and⁠—

He felt the hard contraction of her release along the length of his cock. His mouth lifted from hers. He gazed down at her. Saw the flash of pleasure on her face, watched her blue eyes go blind.

He drove into her once more and let the same powerful release take him. The pleasure exploded through him, shooting from his dick and through his entire body in a burst of heat and passion.

In his mind, he heard the jaguar roar, even as a growl of pleasure escaped his lips.

Mine.

He licked her shoulder. Now was the time to hold her, to feel her warmth and pretend that he was just a man lucky enough to be with the woman he wanted and⁠—

His phone rang. A hard, shrill tone followed by the muted sound of the vibrating phone.