Craving More (16 page)

“I
didn’t plan on sneaking around. It just happened,” he said. “I didn’t know if
we were going to last or how to tell my best friend that I’m interested in his
sister and not in a ‘she’s cool I wanna hang out’ kind of way. In all my male
logic, I thought if no one saw us together then I wouldn’t be put under a
microscope and be forced to explain my feelings when I didn’t even know what
they were.”

He
lifted his head placing a soft kiss on her lips. “You aren’t a dirty secret or
a plaything. You’re my mate,” he whispered before increasing the pressure.
Drowning in the taste, feel and smell of the woman he craved. In that instant
he knew he was home. She was the woman of his heart, the tiger of his soul. And
he was never letting them go.

Mate?
Corrine knew they needed to talk about that ludicrous idea before they went any
further. This was the second time he had said it. There is no way this gorgeous
man could think she was his mate after their very few encounters together.

Sure
their tigers seemed to want each other and were really compatible but there was
more to picking a mate. Pheromones mixed and attracted but they had a choice.
Personality and physical appeal also played a part. Well, depending on what was
more dominant: Human or tiger.

Jett’s
tongue swiped across her lips. Without thought she opened her mouth, granting
him access. The tang of beer she tasted as she matched his tongue stroke for
stroke, reminding her he had shown up drunk.

That’s why he thinks we’re mates
, she thought.
He’s
too drunk to know the difference
. She bit back the sigh before it could
escape.

In
the back of her mind her conscience was telling her to stop, that he was using
her for sex again. Her body ignored it, responding to his touch, calling for
more.

She
drew away from him. Staring down into his heavy lidded gaze. Without a word she
threw a leg over his hip straddling him, the robe parting just enough to show
the smooth lips of her pussy and a hint of the small patch of neatly trimmed
hair above.

She
watched as his gaze traveled down her body to the juncture between her legs.

Gently
she lowered herself down over the ridge of his hard-on, which was visibly
straining at his zipper. The rough texture felt wonderful pressed against her
sensitive skin. The heat from her body collided with his, pulling a moan from
within.

Jett
grunted as she rocked slightly back and forth, slick arousal coating the
material of his jeans. She needed them off but hated to move.

Reaching
down she flicked open the button before raising enough to carefully lower his
zipper. His erection sprang from the opening, practically begging to be
touched.

Thank god! Commando.

Wrapping
her fingers around his cock she raised up on her knees, using the tip to circle
her hard clit. He hissed at the contact.

Tingles
shot through her, straight to her belly and the arousal curling, tightening
within.

“Please
baby, don’t tease,” he said, the strain evident in his voice.

“You’ve
teased me all week, Jett Murphy. Coming into the shop—kissing and
touching, never once seeming to want more. Then you leave me high and dry on
the weekend. No contact of any sort.”

She
released his cock, letting it thump against his belly. Jett released what
sounded like a pained grunt. A satisfied smile tipped her lips. It served him
right to be in a little pain.

Too
bad she couldn’t stand to see him suffer. Her soft heart just wouldn’t let her
torture him more, at least not without gaining more pleasure.

Spreading
her nether lips with her hand she nestled over him. With a roll of her hips she
slid over his length, coating him with her arousal. Letting the sensitive head
of his cock bump her clit just like she liked.

She
had taken the backseat in everything they had done up to this point. Let him
lead, which had gotten them nowhere. It was time for her to take control of the
situation and get exactly what her body demanded every time he was within
reach.

“All
week I’ve wanted you. Needed you,” she said as she rolled her hips faster.
The thrill of being the one in control revving her arousal up
another notch.
“We could have gone off anytime you wanted. I would have
left with you in a heartbeat,” she panted.

“I
didn’t know. Didn’t think past seeing you,” he murmured.

“Why
not Jett? I’m only good for a quick roll in the grass or couple of fumbling
touches when no one was around? Was the sex so bad you didn’t want more? Or are
you too embarrassed to be seen with me?”

“God
no. That’s not it at all,” he groaned as she ground against him.

When
he didn’t explain she lifted off him completely. Planting her hands next to his
head she stared into his face, attempting to read his thoughts. “I’m not sexy
enough?
Pretty enough?
You couldn’t stand the thought
of seeing me naked in daylight?”

His
beautiful golden eyes popped open in shock. “Fuck no. That’s not it either.”

With
the speed of his cat he hooked her around the waist and flipped their
positions. His heavy body settling between her legs, his erection pressed
firmly against her belly. She felt overwhelmed by his masculinity and power and
loved it.

“You’re
beautiful, Corrine, inside and out. I’ve always thought that. You’re smart and
caring. Have a sly sense of humor when you want. A body I can get lost in and
that I’m not afraid I’ll hurt. I don’t know why I never drug you off and fucked
you silly. Or bent you over the nearest table regardless of anyone walking
through the door. What I do know is that I was hard as stone and pushing it to
get to work on time everyday. I mourned having to leave you every morning. I
was a man without a real plan. Just winging it like I did with other women and
I regret that. I was afraid to see what I knew inside, we are meant to be
together.”

Corrine
studied the man hovering over her, trying to gauge his sincerity. Biting her
lower lip she was unsure what to make of it all. It sounded great. Made her
heart skip a beat when he called her beautiful, said they were meant to be
together, but until she saw something different, something not laced in alcohol
and self-consciousness she couldn’t believe it.

“I
can see you aren’t convinced.” His eyes dipped to her tortured lip. His nostrils
flared, a growl escaping his clenched teeth.

He
shifted his hips back letting his erection dip down, pressing against her
center. “Oh!” she squeaked out as he lowered his head, stroking her lips with
his tongue.

“Does
this feel like I’m not attracted to you?”

“Natural
reaction. It would happen to any guy in this situation,” she panted.

“Hell
yeah, natural reaction.
My body reacting to finally getting
you underneath me again.
Where you belong.”

“I
just don’t know. Maybe you’re just feeling the affects of the alcohol. You
admitted that you haven’t been in the right frame of mind.”

“I’m
thinking just fine now. It just took me a little bit to come to grips with what
my heart and tiger already knew.” A feral grin split his face. With a slow
thrust he nudged inside, one agonizing inch at a time. “I want to let the world
know you’re mine. I want to take it nice and slow,” he said pulling back until
only the head of his cock was lodged inside. With restraint she never would
have had, he pushed his thick length through her delicate inner tissues so slow
she was sure she would die before he was completely inside.

“I
want it all with you and I’m going to do it right.
Dinner,
dancing, movies.
Late nights at home eating popcorn.
Long runs through the woods and frolicking in the lake.
Hell, I want to declare my intentions to mate with you to anyone who will
listen,” he gritted out, pushing the rest of his cock in until fully seated.
“You’re mine Corrine Eleanor Hart.”

The
shock of his words hit her square in the chest. Her brain unable to grasp what
he was admitting, latching onto the one thing that didn’t scare the hell out of
her. “How in the world do you know my middle name?”

He
chuckled above her. “That’s all you have to say? I know you’re scared.” He
leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips. “Don’t worry though, I’ll be here
when you’re ready to admit the same.” With that he started a slow rhythmic
seduction. Rolling his hips, dragging his cock over the most delicious spots
within in.

All
thoughts of mating and middle names flying out the window. The only thing she
could concentrate on was the feel of him inside her.

Jett
cracked one eye open. He was flat on his back, covers pushed to his waist. A
warm naked feminine body curled up next to him, her head resting on his
shoulder. For the first time in a long time he was at peace. Completely relaxed
and with no desire to move from his spot.

The
warm body next to him moved, snuggling deeper into his side before letting out
a contented sigh. Glancing down he saw a mass of familiar auburn hair. Sex and
jasmine mixed in the air around him. Flashes of the night before danced in his
head.

Corrine
.

He
vaguely remembered the alcohol-induced trip to her place and a conversation
about Macy. Clear in his mind was the mind-blowing sex. Corrine teasing and
getting off on being in control before his dominant nature snatched it back and
gave them both what they wanted. Exhausted they’d fallen asleep only to wake up
a couple of hours later to do it all over again.

Corrine
blossomed when they made love. She did everything he asked from masturbating in
front of him to allowing him take her from behind while marking her. It was a
nice change from the disinterested sex he’d experienced over the past year or
so.

He
could certainly sit and watch her play with her breasts for hours on end. The
sounds she made were another thing he could get used to hearing morning, noon
and night.

She
gave herself over to their passion and he reveled in it. Couldn’t help but get
lost in the moment, putting every emotion and feeling he had into their
lovemaking.

Corrine
shifted again. He knew exactly when she woke up. Her body stiffened and her
breathing stopped.

She
must not have realized he was already awake. She slowly began turning away,
sliding the sheets off her body while trying to put her foot on the floor. He
needed to disabuse her of the notion that she could creep away and forget what
happened.

 
Tightening his grip on her shoulder, he
pulled her firmly back against him. “Hey sweetheart.” He dropped a kiss on top
of her head.

“Hi,”
her voice cracked. Her body stiff against him again.

“This
is nice,” he said. Lightly massaging her shoulder.

“What
time is it?” Corrine asked. Apparently choosing to ignore his comment.

He
peeked over her at the clock. “Going on eleven.”

She
tried jumping out of his arms knocking the covers away. “Oh shit! I was
supposed to open the bakery this morning and now its already time for it to
close. MJ is going to kill me.”

He
chuckled at her panic. “Bit late now. I’m sure MJ took care of everything.”

“How
would she know to? Its not like she knew I would sleep in or that you were
here.” Her fingers tapped out a worried tattoo on his chest.

“Relax
Corrine. It’ll be okay.” He placed a finger under her chin tipping her head
back. He could see the worry in here eyes and wanted nothing more that to kiss
it away.

Which
is exactly what he did. Starting on her forehead he worked his way to her lips.
Stopping along the way to press kisses against her eyes and nose.

The
tapping stopped, replaced by her fingers sliding across his chest, up his neck
and finding purchase in his hair. The tug of her fingers could be felt all the
way to his groin. His cock stirred, he had to have her again. This time though
he wanted to play. Make her breathless and begging for him to slide his dick
into her wet, needy pussy.

He
pulled her up his body shifting them onto their sides. Aligning their faces. As
he peppered her lips and face with kisses he slid his hand down along her side.
Exploring every dip and curve she had to offer. He stopped at her left breast
plucking and pinching until the nipple tightened pulling a low moan from her.

Skimming
his hand further down he grabbed her left thigh, draping it over his hip
opening her to his questing fingers.

He
combed through the small patch of neatly trimmed hair on her mound before
finding her clit with his middle finger. Swirling lightly over the growing
knot.

She
whimpered under his lips as he thrust two fingers into her wet pussy, dragging
his palm over the needy knot.

Her
clit plumped beneath the palm of his hand, continuing his onslaught with slow
grinding strokes, two thick fingers buried deep in her pussy. Gasps of pleasure
burst from her kiss-swollen lips.