Page 49 of Noah

Ren slid her hand down his arm, smoothly pushing it onto her shoulder. She put his other hand low on her hip and nudged it into the middle of her back.

She wound one hand around his neck, her hold delightfully possessive. He decided he liked dancing.

When he held her tightly, she whispered, “Gentle, like a feather.”

He knew what she wanted when she tugged his body forward, her body moving back instinctively.

Dancing, moving uncoordinatedly. It was choppy, unsure, not practised at all but he found he liked the way she looked at him.

Her neck was arched, submissive in a way she might not recognise.

They moved together, swaying, and sliding around the porch to the raw sounds of the forest.

Growing confident in his footing he twirled her out and she laughed. Her hair flew out in a yellow curtain, her cheeks flushed with colour, and her lips parted in delight.

Beautiful!

Dancing was erotic and sensual, and he didn’t want her to do it with anyone else.

Pulling her close, he felt her brush the front of his body. It was like lightning. Even such a small touch made his beast lunge at her. It wanted to devour her.

His hand moved unconsciously in small soothing strokes along her back. His hand on her hip dipped down so his fingers brushed her arse.

The material did nothing to stop her heat from seeping into his body. He could feel every point in her body touching his. How firm yet giving her flesh was.

He could imagine them naked; him driving into her, his fingers dimpling her skin as he rode them both to orgasm.

As if she could hear what he was thinking she made a sound under her breath.

He focused on her mouth, her upturned face and he couldn’t stop himself.

Slowly leaning forward, he pressed his lips firmly to hers.

A shockwave of need raced through his veins like quicksilver. A flurry of sensations in his middle. His heart stopped, then started again in an uneven rhythm.

His skin heated. He pulled her frantically close because he couldn’t get enough of her.

She arched into him, the curve in her back deepening as she rose to her tiptoes to get more of him.

If he felt rational at all he would grin against her mouth, and be playful, but an animalistic urge to take more was riding him.

When a small moan escaped her, he swallowed the sound greedily. A rumble of approval reverberated through his chest.

His cock was as hard as a rock, it threatened to break his zipper.

He found he couldn’t get her close enough, his beast craving naked skin.

She drew back suddenly, her eyes glassy, unfocused.

He held her tightly and heard her heart pounding. He saw the rapid rise and fall of her breasts along with the light sheen of sweat on her skin. It made him want to taste.

Looking closer at her he saw that Adrienne had done enough exploring for today.

He bit back a curse because he selfishly wanted more.

As a tiger, he could do sneaky, and being a stealthy big cat, he could take his time and do exploratory little touches. Even if it killed him.

“The dance tonight?” He wanted to make sure she hadn’t changed her mind, that she would dance with him like that again.

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