Seduced By The White Tiger (IR Paranormal Shifter Romance BWWM) by JJ Jones Page B

a while to find and banish most of the knots in her back. He removed his hands. “How does that feel?” His question broke the silence.
    She turned over, facing him with her hands covering her breasts. “Much better.” Her smiled was vivid in his eyes, taking over several of his thoughts. “Thank you for saving me today.” She seemed happy in that moment, completely and honestly happy.
    He couldn’t resist the smile on her face; he had to be closer to it. He leaned in to kiss her and she didn’t pull away. He, once again, let his lips explore hers, softly probing her mouth with his tongue. His hands touched her arms, feeling the softness of her skin against his palms. He loved touching her; he adored running his hands over her body. It was a moment of pure pleasure. “Honestly, I couldn’t help myself. I had to save you.” He could see the disappointment in her eyes as he pulled his mouth away from her long enough to respond to her. “I’m sorry.” His apology was for pulling away for that moment, and it was mumbled as he brought his lips back down to her pouting face. He kissed her eyes, fluttering his caress on her cheeks and moving down to her face, finally settling back on her lips. It was a possessive motion he drove his tongue into her mouth, fiercely and protectively.
    She pushed against him, needing his touch, the feel of his body against hers. Her bare chest pushed against the firmness of his, only the thin layer of his t-shirt between them. “I need to get closer. I have to get out of these clothes.” His words came out as a groan, forcing itself out in between passionate kisses, one at a time, each one taking effort.
    He pulled himself away from her to quickly remove his shirt. In that same time she slipped out of her own clothes, pulling the skirt down by shimmying her hips above the couch. They were in a hurry to naked near each other and words seemed to have no place in this moment. They needed each other, to touch, to feel the other person’s skin. When they both had gotten completely naked he settled himself into his previous position, holding his body just above hers, lowering his lips to meet with hers.
    They kissed, for the first time, their bodies were fully in contact, Gregor’s chest against hers and his manhood grazing her womanhood, touching her in intimate places. They both needed this; they both ached for the other. Her body arched up to touch his, to get closer showing how much she needed him. Her desire made him heady, high on her touch.
    He pressed himself against her, feeling her slickness welcoming him, needing him as much as he needed her. Thoughts were jumbled between them, begging for more touch, more sensation. They needed this moment more than any other. She pushed against him, allowing him in, just a bit. It was all the encouragement that he needed; he pushed into her, slowly, savoring every millimeter of this first entrance. She moaned with each movement, scratching and clawing at his back, her legs tense as she gave herself completely over to her desire.
    She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him deeper into her embrace. He could feel the sting of her fingernails digging into his back. He knew that she would draw blood soon, and the thought of it spurred him on. He had buried himself as deep as he could be inside of her and wanted more. He pulled out as slowly as he had entered and thrust back in, quicker this time. She moaned into his shoulder, nearly weeping with the pleasure his body was providing her with. He began to quicken his pace, in and out, in and out, thrusting faster and faster, developing a rhythm that she easily matched, moving her body against his.
    It was a mass of emotion and the couple moved as one, with her body-cresting wave after wave of pleasure. He loved the fact that her face was contorted in pleasure and he gazed upon it, watching the face form the moans and whimpers that she was making underneath him. He steadied himself with one leg off of