Page 2 of Claiming Her Cougar
I move from my spot at the bar and stand behind her.She accepts her water and tips the bartender.She glances at where I’d been standing, and her shoulders droop slightly.In disappointment?
She sips her water as she turns to face the dance floor again.When she sees me standing behind her, she chokes until she manages to swallow it.
“Hello,” I say, taking her in.She’s taller than average but still around half a foot shorter than I am, even in her heels.A stretchy, sleeveless royal-blue dress covers her luscious curves.Her breasts are full but not ridiculous-looking.I’d bet my last dollar they’re natural.I long to rest my hands on the indented waist of her classic hourglass figure.Her gently curving hips lead to long legs ending in black heels.I’d love to have those legs wrapped around my waist and those heels digging into my ass.
“Hi.”Her voice is pleasant.Calm.Yeah, it was just a single word, but I can tell.
“Having a good time?”There are so many things I want to ask—her name, where she’s from, does she want to go back to my room, has she ever been with a cougar shifter like me?But I’ll start with a good time.
“I am,” she answers with a shy smile.“Are you?”
“I am now.”Wow, that’s cheesy.Sounds like a pickup line.But it’s the truth.
She takes another sip of her water, looking up at me through her lashes with her red-painted lips wrapped around the straw.My cock stirs at the thought of her giving me that same look with those lips wrapped around it.
“You’re here with friends?”
She nods.“Bachelorette party.Friend from college.”She looks around.“Are you here with friends too?”
“No, I’m in town for work and decided to check it out.”I look over my shoulder at the dance floor.The song’s just switched to something slower and sexier.“Wanna dance?”
“Sure.”She places her water on the bar.
I follow her to the dance floor, my hand resting on the small of her back, just above the curve of her delectable ass.She turns and puts her arms around my neck, and I rest my hands on her waist.We move in a natural rhythm with each other.
“I’m Liam,” I say.
“Mallory.”
“Do you live in Vegas?”
“No, just here for the weekend.You?”
“Leave town tomorrow,” I admit.I swear I can smell her arousal, and it’s driving me crazy.I think she’s feeling the same as she presses closer to me.
“So, just tonight?”Her bright green eyes are heavy-lidded as she looks up at me.
“How much have you had to drink?”I don’t care how hot they are, I don’t mess with drunk girls.
“I’m sober.Had a couple shots earlier, but I metabolize it quickly and have been drinking water.”She smirks.“How about you?”
“Sober.Couple whiskeys, but shifter metabolism.Cougar,” I clarify before she asks.
“Rwarrrrrr,” she mock-growls as she nips at my jaw, and it’s so ridiculous, I laugh.
Her fingers tunnel into my hair, and she tugs to lower my head.All she had to do was ask.My lips meet hers, and forget growling, my cougar wants to purr.Mallory’s lips are soft and pliant.They part to allow my tongue to slip between them.The noise of the club fades.I focus all my senses on the woman in my arms.My hands flex on her hips, pulling her even closer to me.My cock is at full mast, my desire obvious.
“Let’s go somewhere more private,” she says, pulling back from our kiss.Her lips are swollen, and I want to taste them again.I nod because I’ll follow wherever she leads me.
Grabbing my hand, she leads me to the VIP section where her party has a table.Her friends are still on the dance floor, so it is just the two of us in the area, but it’s not private.She leans over and sifts through stuff strewn on the table, coming up with a foil-wrapped square.
I meet her smile with a grin of my own, looking around the space.“I’m game if you are.Where?”It’s not like I’m a virgin, but I’ve never had a hookup in a club.When in Vegas…
“Back here?”She wanders behind a bunch of big plants that form a private nook away from curious eyes.
“Works for me,” I pluck the condom from between her fingers and tuck it into my back pocket.I can’t believe we’re doing this.
It’s dark behind the plants, but the ambient light of the club is enough for me to see her beautiful face.Her eyes are wide, and her chest rises and falls on deep breaths.
