seen her scrapbook, seen the parts of her life she kept hidden, and had somehow made her feel better…and stronger. He made her feel like a tigress instead of a kitten.
She would reward him for empowering her instead of putting her down.
Carefully, she knelt between his legs and popped the button of his jeans. Her fingers shook, and she winced. Be the tiger. When she looked up at him, his eyes were bright and hungry. Warmth pooled between her legs as he leaned back on one locked arm and brushed her hair from her face with the other.
The corner of his lips lifted in a sexy smile. “Are you going to go and change everything between us?”
“Do you want that?” she asked tentatively as she unzipped his jeans.
“I wanted to take this as slowly as you need.” He let off a sigh and rocked his hips forward as she pulled his pants down, unsheathing his erection. “I wanted to do this right.”
“This feels right to me,” she whispered.
“One rule,” he gritted out as she ran her fingertips up the length of his hard shaft. “Don’t give me your back.”
Frowning up at him, she asked, “What do you mean?”
“I mean, if you don’t want a claiming mark from me, don’t let me have your back. This feels different. It feels big with you.” His voice was completely inhuman now. Rough and deep. She loved it.
She didn’t know rules about claiming marks, as he called them, but she would ask him about that later. Right now, she would be careful not to give him her back, and enjoy this intimacy. She’d fallen twice for him—the first time in the messages on the website, and now, as she got to know the real man behind Harrison’s stoic mask, she fell even deeper.
Another purr rattled her throat as she gripped him at his base and slid her lips over him. Harrison went rigid under her and let off another soft moan. His hand tightened in her hair, but he stayed gentle enough as he guided her deeper. His dick throbbed in her mouth, and she traced his head with her tongue, then released him slowly. Harrison positioned himself closer to the edge of the bed, tugged her cover-up over her head, and then pulled the hair band from her ponytail, releasing her tresses. With a sexy smile, he drew her closer and spread his legs wider for her as his hips rolled forward.
He wanted her to go faster, she could tell, but what fun would that be? He was twitching under her, growling, breath ragged already. She could have him in a minute if she let him lead, but then it would be over, and she wanted to play for their first time. She dragged her nails down the inside of his thighs and reveled in the gooseflesh she conjured with her touch.
She took him again, deeply, careful to keep her teeth off his skin. She couldn’t stop purring if she wanted to. The head of his cock tasted salty, and she smiled. Harrison rocked against her every time she took him, and when she pushed his shirt up to expose his abs, they were flexing with his graceful movement. He was the sexiest man she’d ever seen, and he was here with her, moaning her name, flexing under her because she made him feel good.
Teasing him, she bit his inner thigh, then took him in her mouth again. Every muscle in his body was rigid now as he grunted out a helpless sound.
She could feel it. The hormone surge caused by whatever animal magnetism Harrison possessed was drawing her tiger out. She arched her back and pulled her lips off him.
“Fuck, woman, you smell so good,” Harrison rasped out.
She could smell herself too—pheromones and arousal.
Audrey offered him a feline smile as she stood and shoved the suitcase off the bed. She crawled onto the mattress and broke his rule by getting on her hands and knees and presenting her back. She swayed backward, toward him, her bathing suit soaking between her thighs.
She watched him over her shoulder as she bowed her back and lifted her ass in the air. She wanted to claw the sheets and beg him to cover her. Everything was fuzzy and
She would reward him for empowering her instead of putting her down.
Carefully, she knelt between his legs and popped the button of his jeans. Her fingers shook, and she winced. Be the tiger. When she looked up at him, his eyes were bright and hungry. Warmth pooled between her legs as he leaned back on one locked arm and brushed her hair from her face with the other.
The corner of his lips lifted in a sexy smile. “Are you going to go and change everything between us?”
“Do you want that?” she asked tentatively as she unzipped his jeans.
“I wanted to take this as slowly as you need.” He let off a sigh and rocked his hips forward as she pulled his pants down, unsheathing his erection. “I wanted to do this right.”
“This feels right to me,” she whispered.
“One rule,” he gritted out as she ran her fingertips up the length of his hard shaft. “Don’t give me your back.”
Frowning up at him, she asked, “What do you mean?”
“I mean, if you don’t want a claiming mark from me, don’t let me have your back. This feels different. It feels big with you.” His voice was completely inhuman now. Rough and deep. She loved it.
She didn’t know rules about claiming marks, as he called them, but she would ask him about that later. Right now, she would be careful not to give him her back, and enjoy this intimacy. She’d fallen twice for him—the first time in the messages on the website, and now, as she got to know the real man behind Harrison’s stoic mask, she fell even deeper.
Another purr rattled her throat as she gripped him at his base and slid her lips over him. Harrison went rigid under her and let off another soft moan. His hand tightened in her hair, but he stayed gentle enough as he guided her deeper. His dick throbbed in her mouth, and she traced his head with her tongue, then released him slowly. Harrison positioned himself closer to the edge of the bed, tugged her cover-up over her head, and then pulled the hair band from her ponytail, releasing her tresses. With a sexy smile, he drew her closer and spread his legs wider for her as his hips rolled forward.
He wanted her to go faster, she could tell, but what fun would that be? He was twitching under her, growling, breath ragged already. She could have him in a minute if she let him lead, but then it would be over, and she wanted to play for their first time. She dragged her nails down the inside of his thighs and reveled in the gooseflesh she conjured with her touch.
She took him again, deeply, careful to keep her teeth off his skin. She couldn’t stop purring if she wanted to. The head of his cock tasted salty, and she smiled. Harrison rocked against her every time she took him, and when she pushed his shirt up to expose his abs, they were flexing with his graceful movement. He was the sexiest man she’d ever seen, and he was here with her, moaning her name, flexing under her because she made him feel good.
Teasing him, she bit his inner thigh, then took him in her mouth again. Every muscle in his body was rigid now as he grunted out a helpless sound.
She could feel it. The hormone surge caused by whatever animal magnetism Harrison possessed was drawing her tiger out. She arched her back and pulled her lips off him.
“Fuck, woman, you smell so good,” Harrison rasped out.
She could smell herself too—pheromones and arousal.
Audrey offered him a feline smile as she stood and shoved the suitcase off the bed. She crawled onto the mattress and broke his rule by getting on her hands and knees and presenting her back. She swayed backward, toward him, her bathing suit soaking between her thighs.
She watched him over her shoulder as she bowed her back and lifted her ass in the air. She wanted to claw the sheets and beg him to cover her. Everything was fuzzy and
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