Craving More (3 page)

She glanced at the water
out of the corner of her eye. It called to her like a siren’s song offering
escape. It took every ounce of control not to jump in once the transformation
was over. Just because she was comfortable with her body in private didn’t mean
she wanted to display it to the world. Which was exactly what she was doing.

Looking at Jett she
noticed him perusing her as thoroughly as she had him. Clearing her throat she
drew his attention back to her face. “I’m Corrine Hart, but then you already
know that don’t you?” She let go of the death grip on her right hand, lifting
the left in a tiny little wave before clutching her other hand again. She had
no clue what to do now. With no clothes remotely close, she was vulnerable;
physically and emotionally, to anything he might have in mind.

Jett silently sauntered
toward her, not stopping until he was a few inches away. He was so close the
heat radiating from his skin caressed her arms and chest. Her eyes locked onto
the base of his neck. Towering over her, she reassessed his height. He had to
be closer to six four.

A finger touched her chin,
with light pressure he tipped her head up so she looked into his eyes. “Yeah, I
knew that. I feel like I already know you. Your brother talked about you all of
the time. I always got an earful when a care package would show up. He would
tell me stories about you experimenting in the kitchen when you two were
growing up and how you used him as your guinea pig. He always said you had the
biggest heart and only thought the best of people until they proved you wrong.
Then you’re hard pressed to let them near you or the people you love again. He
had that digital photo frame filled with pictures of you and your parents. I
was mesmerized every time I saw you on the screen. I’m pretty sure a small part
of me fell in love with you then.”

Corrine was held immobile
by his words. His husky voice tickled down her body leaving shivers in its
wake. Her nipples hardened to points beneath her arms. Thank goodness she had
enough sense to cover herself up. If she hadn’t, he would know the effect he
had on her. Know that he could ask for anything and she’d give it to him
freely. He would know how well he was seducing her with mere words.

“I can’t tell you how guilty
I felt when Sam was talking about his adorable little sister and all I could
wonder is if you tasted as sweet as he said you were.” He shifted a fraction
closer. Bending his head until his lips barely touched her left ear. Her eyes
closed the minute his hot breath drifted over her skin.

His voice dropped to a
whisper. “At night I would dream of licking your creamy body up one side and
down the other. I wanted to lap you up like a cat drinks cream. I would imagine
you moving under my tongue, mewling like a newborn kitten. Moaning my name.”

Corrine’s breath hitched.
Never had a man talked to her this way. Expressed his desire to worship her
body and hear his name on her lips. Heat rushed through her straight to her
core awakening the sexual needs she stomped into a corner so long ago. The same
needs she fought into submission since the first day he walked into the bakery.

The feel of his lips on
the left side of her neck jolted her. She swayed unsteadily on her feet. Her
body felt flush and excited. Jett’s hands cupped her shoulders keeping her in
place while her hands automatically moved to grip his chest.
Her
cat instincts kicking in, reflexively kneading his flesh.

Tilting her head to the
side she gave him better access on his journey over her heated skin. Relishing
the feel of his soft lips upon her as he licked and kissed a path across her
collarbone. It was better than her fantasies. With a firm grip on her ass he
pulled her against him. With his thick erection pressing into her stomach she
couldn’t stop a moan from escaping.

His body eclipsed hers.
She felt delicate and petite just like she dreamed she would in his arms. It
was one of her deepest wishes come true.

A fleeting thought crossed
her mind that if this was a dream she never wanted to wake. Jett’s voice
banished the unwelcome musing before it could take root.

“It took me a while to
connect those cupcakes everyone kept bringing to the office to you. For weeks
I’ve been haunted by sweet memories I couldn’t fully flesh out. I knew they
tasted familiar but couldn’t pinpoint when or where I’d had them before. Then
one day I caught a glimpse of the pink and white packaging and remembered them
from those care packages you used to send Sam.
Sweet Confections
.” He chuckled, the sound vibrating her chest.

Her nipples beaded,
tightening even more. She pressed the tips into his chest trying to gain some
relief. His legs brushed against hers as he shifted his thigh between her legs,
the hair was rough and foreign, sending shocks of sensation straight to her
pussy. She was dying in his arms and all she could think was what a wonderful
way to go.

With as much sense as she
could gather, Corrine voiced the one thing that hadn’t flitted away the second
he’d touched her. She placed soft kisses along his jaw line. “Please say I’m
not making a mistake.”
Then maybe I won’t
feel like a complete and utter idiot later
.

“No mistake. This is meant
to be,” he grunted.

He placed a gentle kiss on
her forehead followed by light kisses to her eyes, nose then mouth. He licked
the seam and corners of her lips, all the while whispering to be let in.

Corrine was powerless to
ignore him. She opened her mouth surrendering to the need swamping her. Their
tongues tangled. Jett dominating as he swept over every inch of her mouth.
Gliding his tongue along her teeth, as well as her upper and bottom lip. She
skimmed her hands up his chest before wrapping her arms around his neck,
arching her back to press further into him. All common sense dissolving as lust
filled her being. Pulsing hot and insistent.

It didn’t matter if she
knew him or not, the woman and tiger in her both agreed they wanted him. Needed
him to quench the all-consuming fire he ignited in her.

He devoured her lips and
mouth the way she hoped he would devour the rest of her body. Ripping his lips
away, a low growl rolled out of him. “God, you really are as sweet as those
damn cupcakes you make. Like vanilla icing on a moist cupcake. Once I figured
out it was you making them I had to come see you in person. See if the real you
and the fantasy you I created in my head, in my dreams, were the same.”

Before she could comment,
he robbed her of speech. Sucking the turgid tip of one breast in before letting
it pop free. “I watched you every time I came in the shop.” He blew across the peak
before moving to her other breast. “You were flustered and sexy, rushing around
trying to ignore me. I could feel my tiger calling out to yours. You have no
idea how hard I fought to keep him in check. How much I wanted to bend you over
the counter and fuck you until you paid attention to me. Talked to me.” He
flicked her nipple with his tongue before rolling it around his mouth. “You
can’t tell me you didn’t feel the same pull. The same internal fight. That your
tiger wasn’t clawing to get out.”

“Yes,” she moaned as Jett
bit her nipple.
The quick nip of pain spreading to increase
her arousal, rocketing to her swollen clit.

She wrapped a leg over
Jett’s hip, rubbing like a cat in heat, struggling to find relief. Her body
already knew nothing less than his thick shaft pumping hard and fast would
bring her the ultimate satisfaction.

“Yes to what Corrine? To
feeling the same pull?”

With his hands still
firmly on her ass, he encouraged her other leg to wrap around his waist,
picking her up off the ground at the same time. “Or to this?”

He slowly thrust through
her wet pussy lips, bumping her clit with the head of his cock over and over.
Small whimpering sounds gusted from her on each upward stroke. She had no idea
how he could restrain himself like he was. If it were up to her, she would have
him flat on his back while riding him into oblivion.

“Yes to all of it.
Please,” she whimpered. Silently begging him to take her, to move this
seduction along.

Moving to the grassy area
a few feet away, he dropped to his knees, carefully bringing her down with him.
Laying her in the cool grass before placing his hands next to her head.

He pumped his hips a few
more times before stilling, the head of his penis pressed against her clasping
opening. He captured her lips in a heated kiss that curled her toes. Breaking
the connection he put unwanted distance between them. She grabbed at his
shoulders to keep him close but she was no match for his strength. The
intensity with which he was looking at her made it hard not to turn her face
away. His eyes were filled with an emotion she couldn’t define and had no
desire to figure out. She wanted him in her. Giving her what she needed.
Hot sweaty sex.

“Tell me you want me
Corrine. Tell me you want to do this. I’m clean. Haven’t been with anyone in
quite a while, I’ll understand though if you want to wait.”

Corrine could see unknown
emotions still clouding his eyes along with the one thing she could define.
Arousal. It glimmered from the amber hue around his pupils. Glowing brighter and
brighter by the second. She knew hers reflected the same. It happened when
shifters were intimate with other shifters.

She nodded, “I’m clean
too. And I don’t want to wait. I want you Jett.”

She barely got his name
out of her mouth before he was buried in her to the hilt. “Damn you’re tight,”
he breathed before gradually pulling out and thrusting in again.
Over and over until he was slapping his balls against her ass in a
steady, easy rhythm.
The arousal simmering low in her belly was a slave
to his pace. Never going higher than he allowed. He leaned down, nipped at her
lips then treated them to an assault of kisses.

She craved more. Knowing
he was holding back she released her legs from his waist, pulling them up
toward her chest lifting her ass slightly off the ground.

She ran her hands over his
shoulders before threading them in his hair. Tugging his head back, she sucked
in a breath. His eyes were heavy lidded and glazed, the amber hue glowing
brighter than she had ever seen.

“More.” It came out like a
demand.

“You want more?”

“That’s what I said.”

Jett sat up taking the
warmth of his heavy body with him. Grabbing the backs of her thighs he pressed
them down and apart, curling her up even more. With the angle of penetration
changed Jett hammered into her from above, grazing her clit with each thrust
in.

“Yes,” Corrine panted.
Finally getting the pounding she wanted.

Abruptly Jett let go of
her thighs, pulled out and flipped her over onto all fours. Gripping her hips
he slammed home, forcing the air from them both.

Corrine was able to suck
in a quick breath before he picked up his pace again.
Her
arousal spinning higher and higher.
Slipping his hand over her belly he
circled her clit pushing her closer to the edge. It wasn’t until he leaned over
her body and bit the soft skin where neck and shoulder met that Corrine flew
apart.

Her violent scream filled
the air as stars dotted her vision. The rippling of her sensitive inner tissues
pulled Jett along with her into the violence. His hot cum bathed her inner
walls triggering a smaller but more painful orgasm.

Closing her eyes, she
collapsed to the ground, Jett following her down. Both fell silent in the
aftermath of their coupling. The only sounds to be heard were their harsh
breathing and the slowly returning melodies of the creatures of the night.

Jett rolled to the side
relieving her body of his weight. A warm breeze kicked up right then, brushing
her sensitive skin, calming it as it had done before. Chasing away her
momentary feelings of abandonment now that he wasn’t touching her.

Corrine opened her eyes to
see Jett’s golden sated stare. The amber
hue
completely gone. Blinking to clear her foggy brain she began to panic. What was
she supposed to do now? Get up casually and say thanks for the fuck? Hop in the
lake and invite him for a swim? She just didn’t know. She couldn’t tell what
was going on in his head. Deciding to play the sophisticated, totally not needy
female, she spoke up. “We better get cleaned up. Do you have your clothes
nearby?”

Jett brushed a wayward
hair out of her face. The feel of his fingers against her cheek sent a wave of
need rolling again. “Back at your house. I wasn’t sure where you were until I
saw you sitting up on the hill behind your place. I shucked my clothes and
shifted. Your tiger was too beautiful not to follow.”

Corrine’s cheeks burned
with a blush. Not many people saw her tiger form and she was oddly pleased that
he liked her brown striped, rusty-reddish coat. “Thank you.”

“What’s the hurry though
kitten? I’m perfectly comfortable right here.” He trailed his hand down her
back, resting it on her ass cheek after a quick squeeze. “Besides, the night is
just starting — I hope.”

Corrine rolled her eyes.
It figured. He had gotten sex fairly easy from her and thought she’d roll
around more without anything more than a corny line. With a grunt and roll of
her eyes she pushed up from the ground. Bits of grass clung to her skin.
Avoiding his stare she brushed off what she could, taking as little time as
possible, then offered her hand to Jett. He took it and once on his feet pulled
her against him wrapping his arms around her. She tilted her head up to tell
him to stop when she was blindsided by a soft, lingering kiss. She couldn’t
help how her heart tripped over the unexpected tenderness.