As if on her command, his incisors lengthened. The lion inside him stretched, howled ... wanting to sink deep into her flesh. He shoved back, returning his teeth to human size. “The risk isn’t mine.” If he marked her, she’d never get another mate. Sure, she could find companions, even love, but no mate.
“My risk, my decision.”
Then she reached for him, partially encircling him with one smooth palm.
His balls swelled, the base of his spine sparked. The air in his lungs began to burn. “Brave little kitten, aren’t you?”
“One of us has to be.” She rubbed pinpoint sharp nipples against his chest.
The control he’d tried so hard to keep faltered. He jerked her hand off his dick, pinning it next to her head while he reached for the other one. This was such an incredibly bad idea. But his body had taken over. “I think you’ve misunderstood the dynamic here.”
She arched into him, the scrap of material barely covering her. “Dynamic?”
He lowered his head, scraping his teeth over one nipple. Her gasp of breath and low moan made him smile against her flesh. While he might let the animal out to play, he was still in control—and would remain so. But Katie, on the other hand ... well now.
Pressing her hands flat, he laved her other nipple. Sweetness and salt exploded on his taste buds. His eyes closed in pure pleasure.
Her fingers entwined with his as surely as she was wrapped around whatever heart he still had. An impressive grip the woman had.
“Jordan, let go of my hands.” Husky and soft, her voice caressed his skin.
He’d never heard that tone from her. An instant irritation ripped through him that another man would someday hear the sound. Someday feel her incredible breasts, listen to her soft moans, know her in ways Jordan never would. A snarl rippled up his throat and he quashed the anger. They had this night, and he’d make sure the woman remembered him always.
Faster than cat reflexes had him rolling them both until she perched on his abs, his body flat on the bed. He released her hands and put his behind his head on the pillow. “You want to play, kitten?”
Intrigue and delight lit her pretty eyes. “Yes.” Her gaze lowered to his chest.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, she reached out, her fingers curling over his shoulders. A soft sigh escaped as her palms slid over his clavicles and down to his pecs.
Fire licked down his spine in response. His hands shook with the need to grab her and flip her under him, so he interlaced his fingers to keep still. If Katie wanted to play, no way was he going to stop her.
Her full breasts tempted him, so sweet, so feminine.
Wonder filled her smile as she ran her hands back up, caressing the cords in his neck until tangling in his hair. Her reverent touch, as if she’d been waiting for so long, humbled him in ways he hadn’t expected.
Then she looked up.
Satisfaction lit her gaze as she met his eyes.
For a brief second, time stopped. He forgot how to breathe. She sat atop him, eyes blazing, blond hair wild and mussed, pink lips swollen from his kiss. “You’re beautiful.”
Those eyes widened. “So are you.”
Then she tightened her hold, lowering her mouth to his. A sigh of contentment whispered along his lips before she increased the pressure, stretching out her lithe body.
A muscle spasmed in his shoulders as he held himself in check. She lay on top of him, her sex cradling his dick, her long legs smooth against his.
Her teeth sunk into his bottom lip.
A roaring filled his ears.
Tucking her knees up, she rubbed against his aching cock. Heat cascaded from her, tempting him. She pressed openmouthed kisses along his jawline.
Nothing could prevent the low groan that shot from his gut. “Katie. You’re making it hard to be gentle, sweetheart.”
“Very hard.” Her canine nicked his ear. “Besides, who says I want gentle?” Then she bit.
The animal inside him roared alive. Grabbing her hips, he lifted her, reversing their positions. Capturing her against the mattress, he ripped the panties off.
Slow. Damnit. Slow.
Two fingers found her wet and swollen. The surprised mewling she gave made him chuckle against her neck. His canines lowered.
He played, testing her. She bucked against him.
Searching, exploring, learning her, his thumb found her clit. She gave a high-pitched hiss of pleasure.
Then he forced his canines back up and slid down her body to stop between her thighs.
“No.” Panic filled her voice. Her legs went rigid. Both hands grabbed his head.
“Yes,” he rumbled against her mound. No way in hell would he miss tasting her. His shoulders forced her thighs wide. She started to struggle, to scoot her butt up the bed.
Smiling, he latched both hands onto her buttocks and enclosed her clit with his mouth.
She made a sound between a moan and a whimper. All need. Her fingers loosened their hold on his head. Those amazing thighs trembled.
Slowly, truly enjoying himself, he ran his tongue along her slit. Sweetness and spice. Perfect. A craving to take her roared through him, and he slammed control around the animal within. He licked her again.
She relaxed into the bed, her body softening, a pretty sound of surrender coming from her.
Then he got down to business. Alternating between licks, kisses, and small bites, he brought her to the edge several times. Her entire body trembled, sweat slicked her thighs, and a desperate mewling came from her before he’d decided she’d had enough.
Plunging two fingers into her, he nipped her sweet spot.
Her back arched. She cried out his name, the orgasm rolling through her, muscles shaking. His worked her clit to prolong it.
Finally, she went limp against the mattress with a small groan.
Pleasure lanced him. Levering up on an elbow, he placed a gentle kiss on her mound. Then he maneuvered up, taking time to nip and lick at both breasts until reaching her mouth.
She spread her legs, making room for his hips. Long fingers clutched his hair, and she kissed him. “Jordan.” The soft sigh held contentment, happiness, and a low demand.
A demand he’d answer. His entire body vibrated with need. A desperate need that should give him pause. But for now, Katie was all that existed. Grabbing her ass, unable to wait any longer, he plunged into her with one strong stroke.
And stilled, shock chilling the air in his lungs.
Wide eyes met his.
He gasped, his hand on her butt, his gaze on hers, his cock gripped tightly in so much heat he had to blink several times to keep control. The woman had been a virgin. “Katie.” Jesus Christ. Why hadn’t she told him?
“I, ah ...” She barely seemed to breathe. Pain scented the air. Both hands pushed against his chest, her lower body struggling.
“God. Stop moving.” With each tiny shift, she gripped his shaft harder. The lion inside howled, desperate with the need to plunge, to pound, to take. “Please.”
Exhaling, she relaxed into the mattress, her palms smoothing out over his flesh. “Okay.”
Thoughts zinged through his mind in disarray. If the woman would stay still, he could concentrate. “Why didn’t you say something?”
Vulnerable, completely at his mercy considering he was inside her, she still allowed defiance to lift her eyebrow. “I didn’t see it was any of your business.”
“You sure about that?” Clutching her butt, he slid out and slammed back in. The raw pleasure of the act had him gasping along with her. She was too tight, too damn hot, for him to keep control long. Her nails bit into his flesh. Too bad he liked the sharp pain. “I know you’ve dated these last ten years.” Baye had reported all her movements.