Seduced By The White Tiger (IR Paranormal Shifter Romance BWWM)

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constant moisture that they needed to survive in the arid desert they was currently in.
    “I didn’t realize how much you loved plants.” He mentioned as he walked back into the front room.
    “I like them a lot, actually.” She explained. “What would you like for dinner, I’m afraid I don’t have much here, most of my food has spoiled. I usually shop every few days, but I haven’t had a chance to recently.”
    “I’m sorry that I disturbed you so much.”
    “It’s not a problem.” She plopped down on the couch, sighing. “This has been one of the most exciting days I’ve had in a long time.”
     
     

    Chapter7
     
    He walked up behind her, slowly touching her shoulders. She didn’t pull away so he started to rub her tense shoulders. “This is going to be quite a challenge, isn’t it?” He asked as he started to work out the painful knots on her back. It was obvious that she wasn’t comfortable with the situation that she found herself trapped in, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t handled herself with great professionalism throughout their ordeal. Her demeanor couldn’t keep his mind off of her short loss of control earlier; he couldn’t keep the sight of her face lost in passion as he looked up at it out of his head. The vision was taunting him. 
    “I’m pretty sure that this isn’t going to be as easy as you thought it was going to be.” Her observation was blatantly obvious, bordering on the inane. She tried to control the smirk that was trying to form on her lips, but it wasn’t working. He didn’t respond, merely continuing to rub her shoulders, trying to get her into a more relaxed state. Her shoulders began to slump after a few moments, showing that his gentle ministrations were starting to work. He noticed how intoxicating her smell was, and he knew that if he was alone with her much longer, he was going to make a move on her. He didn’t know why she tempted him so much. Never had a woman occupied his thoughts so completely. He knew that he had made errors in the initial negotiation because he kept looking at her at the other end of the table, the way she watched him as he tried to get both parties to find common ground. He should have handled it differently, but there wasn’t a lot he could do about it now.
    He leaned in to kiss her neck, delicately brushing tendrils of hair out the way. She tensed for a moment then craned her neck a bit to give his head more room to nestle in there. He kissed her once again, gently nibbling on her shoulder after he moved the strap of her sleeveless shirt off of her shoulder. She moaned slightly, spurring him on just a little stronger. He continued to rub her back as he lifted his head up to whisper in her ear. “You should lie down and take your shirt off so I can get all of these kinks out. You’re so tense.” He hoped that she would take his suggestion, and he had to admit to himself that most of his hopes were about seeing her face as he ran his hands over her body once again.
    She didn’t respond immediately, in reality she didn’t know how to respond. Somehow, in the back of her mind, she knew that there was something wrong with this moment, but in reality she didn’t care very much in that moment. She slipped her shirt over her shoulders placing it on the coffee table. As Gregor walked around the sofa, she shifted herself until she was lying on her stomach on the couch. He groaned at the sight that he didn’t have a chance to see. He leaned over her and started to rub her body with his warm hands, working the muscles out and trying to help her relax, but the effort seemed to be in vain, as soon as he worked out one knot he found another one. For a long time he focused on her tension, not speaking, all the communication between the two of them seemed to come physically, like tiny electrical pulses shooting through their skin. It was almost meditative on both sides, bringing both parties into a sort of mutual understanding.
    It took him

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