An image of Bria beneath him, her fangs sinking into his shoulder and her claws raking his back while she climaxed around his cock, flooded through him. His orgasm with her had been one of the best ones of his life and that was why he was so desperate to be back between her legs. His tiger might be acting like a love-struck idiot, but he knew exactly what he wanted, and it wasn’t a relationship.
Bria was already standing, and he hated the look of hurt on her face.
“Bria, I’m sorry, I -”
“You have nothing to apologize about. Good night. I’ll see you on Monday.”
“I’ll walk you to your car.”
She hesitated, and he said, “Not a choice.”
“Okay. Thanks.”