“Callum...”
“Shh,” he murmured and got down on his knees. She licked her lips, watched him spread her legs open and push her skirt up. “This is such a pretty dress.”
She leaned back at the feel of his hands sliding up her legs. The way he stared at her body, so possessive, sent shivers down her back.
“Thank you,” she clenched her teeth to keep from moaning. The tigress rolled under her skin. She wanted out.
“But you’re beautiful, so the dress has to go.” He pushed the material up, until she was spread open and showing off her red bikini panties.
She took large gulps of breath, her muscles tight. Her nails dug into the arm rests she held on to at her sides. He smoothed his hands over her inner thighs and then yanked on her panties. The glow in his eyes increased to an almost unnaturally gold. She knew her own eyes glowed with the power of her tigress.
“This.” He lowered the panties down to her shoes and pulled them off. He left the heels on and shoved her legs wider. “I wanted to stay away,” he muttered. “I wanted you to find someone else to mate with.” He inhaled deep and groaned. “You still can, but right now, I have to have you.”
Her * throbbed with need. She’d never had her heat to the point her body was so ready to give in to any man. Ever.
He leaned down and rubbed his nose over her clit. Electricity shot down from her nipples to her *. She groaned and pushed her hips closer to his face. She forgot all about modesty. All about him being a wolf and her being a cat. All about her being a big girl with big curves. She no longer cared about any of it. All that mattered was him and her. Here and now. Giving some relief to the raging inferno in her *.
“You smell so fucking good, little cat.”
“Oh, God!,” she purred in the back of her throat. The sound sent vibrations through her body.
“And that purring is definitely hot as hell.”
The feel of his tongue on her flesh was like a cool wave on a hot day. She moaned loud, loving the long licks he did going from her ass up to her clit. Then, to make her even crazier, he flicked his tongue over the tiny nerve bundle in quick swipes. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her claws dug deep into the sofa, tearing through the leather.
He lifted his head and winked at her as he licked his lips. “That’s it, kitten. Show me the wild side of you.”
Chapter Four
Jesus. She might not make it out of there alive. Or unmated. Wait, he’d said it was just sex. That he wouldn’t take her for a mate. Okay. She could live with that even if her animal hissed against the idea. Crazy cat wanted the wolf. Go figure.
“Keep licking me. I’m so hot. I need you,” she said, her voice low and garbled from her animal being so close to the surface.
Callum’s head dropped between her legs again. It was the most amazing thing she’d felt in her life. His tongue danced over her clit, down to her entrance and even lower to her ass. Then he did it again. She gripped the leather, the sound of it tearing continued to fill the office.
A ball of fire burned bright in her *. She gasped at the quick tightening of her muscles. The orgasm caught her completely by surprise. His licks and sucks on her * turned faster, harsher.
Tension snapped inside her. She pressed her head back against the sofa cushion and let her body lose control. She screamed. The burning call for him rushed up her throat and left her lips at the same time a wave of bliss blasted her.
She’d never, not even when she’d played with herself, come as hard as she had that moment. Her legs shook and she held the torn leather from the sofa in her fists.
Callum lifted his head from between her legs. A sexy smile flirted over his lips. “I knew you’d taste good. Like fucking strawberries.”
That’s the moment she ignored the human side and let the animal have her way. In an instant, she sprinted. One minute he was on his knees in front of her and the next she was tearing at his clothes while he was on his back on the carpet. Not that she timed it, but it took her exactly five seconds to rip his clothes off.
“I hope you weren’t too fond of that suit,” she grinned, spreading her hands over his smooth muscled skin. That’s what she wanted to touch. Skin. His warm skin and feel that much closer to the wolf inside him.
“Fuck the suit.”
Her thoughts exactly.
She ran her claws down his abs, watched him inhale sharply and stopped. Their gazes met and a world of communication happened. She knew what he was watching her for. Scratches. Kitties liked to scratch and she was no different. Right at that moment she wanted her claw marks all over him. To mark him as hers. Fuck what tomorrow might bring. She wanted now.