The Bobcat's Tale (Blue Moon Junction, #2)

“Are men blind where you come from?” he asked, and bent down to kiss her. His large, rough hands were gentle as they cradled her face. He brushed his lips against hers, and she let out a small moan.

Her lips parted to accept his kiss, and he probed her mouth, tongue sweeping through it, swirling with hers in an intimate dance. The world seemed to drop away from her, and she closed her eyes and let him lead her in the most intimate and sensual kiss she’d ever experienced.

He probed the inner recesses of her mouth, his tongue caressing, strong and firm.

Her breath hitched in her throat, and she felt a low moan rumbling from deep inside her. She put her arms around him, fingers lacing behind his neck, and kissed back, hungrily. He tasted sweet and smoky, so delicious, she felt as if she’d never need food again. He could feed her every hunger.

Finally, he pulled away slowly, still cradling her face and staring into her eyes. His gaze was the most intimate that she’d ever experienced, and it was tender and full of longing.

“You are sexy and desirable,” he told her. “I want you so bad it hurts. If I can’t have you forever, can I have you for tonight? We can just take it day by day. See where it goes.” His tone was rough and trembling at the same time.

She was still dizzy, dazed with pleasure from his kiss. “What did you say? Tonight…yes…”

He moved to kiss her again, and at the same time untied the straps of her halter dress. The straps fell to her waist, exposing her breasts, and he cupped them gently, his thumbs caressing her nipples.

Clothes. He was wearing too many clothes. She needed to feel him up against her now, skin against skin. If they only had tonight, she didn’t want to waste a single second of their time together.

The two of them began fumbling with each other’s clothes, frantic and clumsy, tearing and yanking and flinging aside his jacket, her dress, her panties, his jeans…

Then Tate swept her up in his arms as if she were light as a feather, cradling her like something precious. He sank to his knees and laid her down on the soft grass.

She lay there, looking up at him, marveling at his rugged good looks. His body was broad and muscular, his flat stomach carved out in a perfect six pack. There were four claw marks down the front of his chest, which had left permanent scars. They only made him look that much more ruggedly handsome. He had a light dusting of hair across his chest, and a treasure trail of curly hairs that started at his navel and led down to, oh God, the most glorious cock she’d ever seen. It was thick and it was rigidly erect, pointing up so high it was almost pressed up against that flat stomach.

Tate knelt above her, staring down, his expression a mix of tenderness and desire. Then he slid on top of her, nuzzling her neck with hungry kisses. He nipped at her tender flesh, and she whimpered in pleasure.

The crescent moon overhead was a silver smile, and the glittering stars winked down at her. Her senses were heightened as they had never been before, making his every touch exquisitely pleasurable.

So this is what pure pleasure feels like, she thought, as he moved his mouth on to her right nipple, sucking on it while he caressed her left nipple with his fingers.

“Your breasts are so beautiful,” he murmured, and then he nipped at the engorged ruby tip, wrenching another whimper from her. He teased the sensitive peak with his tongue, swirling, sucking, before moving on to her other breast. “I want to taste all of you.”

She threaded her fingers through his silky-soft hair, guiding him. Her boldness shocked her, but his obvious arousal gave her a confidence she’d never felt before. He truly wanted her. She could tell by the way he looked at her, by the small groans he made as he kissed her, by the way his breathing had turned harsh and guttural.

He moved down lower, kissing her stomach, and she tensed up. She couldn’t help it. She’d spent a lifetime hiding that big belly, binding it in girdles, draping it with flowing rivers of cloth, sucking it in until she couldn’t breathe every time a hot guy walked by.

“Kat, you’re beautiful. I love every inch of your body,” he said. “You’re a real woman. You’re soft and warm and delicious. Never be ashamed of that.”

And then he was moving lower, lower…he dipped his tongue into her navel and she gasped in surprise and pleasure. “Oh,” she said, surprised. “That feels good.”

“We’re going to discover every erogenous zone on your body,” he promised, his voice husky with desire.

Then he moved down even lower and settled himself on the ground between her legs, spreading them apart with his strong hands on her thighs. Her arousal was swelling inside her, turning into an urgent, burning need that cried out for release.

“Please,” she begged, brazen and unashamed. “I want it.”

She kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed in the front and shaved bare on her lips. He spread her apart with his fingers, bent down, and ran his tongue lightly from front to back, and then from back to front.