Page 103 of Bria and the Tiger

“I know we said just until this evening but, do you want to, uh, spend the night?”

He took the few steps toward her and pulled her into his arms. “Yes.”

“Are you sure? No pressure or commitment. Don’t feel like you have to -”

He cut her off with a hard, deep kiss. She pressed her tiny body against him and he cupped one firm breast before pulling his mouth away. “Stop talking and show me where your bedroom is, little tiger.”

She laughed and clutched at his shoulders when he picked her up. “Down the hallway, last door on the right.”

He carried her to her bedroom and she groaned when he walked into the room. “Oh man, I really should have tidied up.”

Her bed was unmade, there was a pile of laundry on the chair and shoes were scattered along the floor.

“It’s not that messy.”

“I should have made the bed,” she said as he stood her next to it.

“I really don’t care, little tiger.” He caressed the exposed skin on her back above her dress before pulling the zipper down. He eased the dress down her body and she stepped out of it. He draped it across her vanity before studying her slender body.

“You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you.” She helped him out of his suit jacket, and then his tie and shirt. She was wearing a strapless bra and he traced the curve of her breast above the satin cup.

“I love your breasts.”

She made a face. “They’re small.”

“They’re perfect.” He unclipped her bra and tossed it behind him. He pulled her into his arms and pressed his erection against her flat stomach before squeezing her ass. “You also have a perfect ass.”

She grinned. “You flatter me, Sir.”

“It’s the truth.” He cupped her breast and rolled her nipple between his fingers. She arched her back and moaned. God, he loved how responsive she was to his touch. He could make love to her every night for twenty years, and never tire of her.

He pushed her panties down her legs and she stepped out of them before reaching for his belt. She helped him out of the rest of his clothes and then led him to her bed. She relaxed on her back. He curled on his side and tugged on her until she turned to her side to face him. He kissed her repeatedly, taking his time in tasting her as he explored her upper body with his fingertips.

He wanted to take it slow, wanted to tease and seduce until she was desperate for him. When she reached for his cock, he pulled her hand away and kissed the palm of it. “Not yet, baby.”

“I want you.”

“I want you too.” He kissed her again before pushing her onto her back. He leaned over her and began a slow and deliberate exploration with his mouth and tongue. He kissed his way down her body, spending long moments on her breasts and teasing her nipples into hard peaks. When she was moaning and pleading, he continued on. He traced each rib with his tongue, circled her belly button and nibbled on her hips.

He licked her inner thighs, smiling when she clutched at his hair and tried to push his face toward her wet pussy.

“Patience.”

“No,” she moaned. “No, I can’t wait.”

“You can.” He licked her inner thighs again and blew gently until goose bumps rose on her skin. He kissed his way to her inner knee and nuzzled it. He laughed when she jerked and pulled her leg away.

“Tickles,” she muttered.

“Sorry, baby.” He kissed the top of her knee and licked his way up her upper thigh. When his mouth finally hovered over her pussy, she was moaning and wiggling and arching her hips.

He licked away her sweet cream and sucked on her clit. It swelled in his mouth and he probed at her opening with one finger. She arched and took him into her. He wanted to be inside of her when she came, and he ignored her hiss of anger when he sat up and pulled his finger free.

“Jace!” She growled at him and he nudged her thighs.

“Open for me, little tiger.”

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