Page 114 of The Trouble with Tigers
His fingers slid higher, grazing her curls. On instinct her legs squeezed together despite her desire to give him everything she had.
“Open for me, darling. Trust me to know what you need,” he purred.
Her heart pounding in her throat, she inched her shaking legs apart.
He feathered kisses on her lips. “More.” He drew up her knee, planting her foot flat on the mattress. His fingers traced down the underside of her thigh, sliding inexorably toward her core.
This time, when he eased his fingers into the petals of her sex, she sucked in a breath but left herself open to him.
“Sweet Jesus,” he breathed, his eyes narrowing as if he were in pain. “So wet. So ready.”
He brushed his fingertips over the slick flesh near to her opening, and she quivered helplessly at his tantalizing touch. Then, he slid one finger inside her while his thumb slowly massaged her sex.
Pleasure unlike any she’d ever known unfurled within her. “Zeke,” she cried in desperation. “Please.”
She heard his husky laugh before he murmured in her ear. “Shhh, darling. Just let me…”
She made a choked noise and fisted her hands in the sheets. Her hips undulated as his thumb moved over her in a deliberate, circular motion, relentlessly twisting her insides tighter and tighter, like a coil ready to spring.
Her hips swayed and shuddered, and she was past caring. Past embarrassment. Zeke was taking her body to a place she never dreamed existed. A place where love and desire, tenderness and sensation, excitement and need entwined.
“Zeke, Zeke.” She clutched at him, dragging herself into his chest as if, by being close to him she could reach that unknown pinnacle, just out of reach.
She sensed that illusive peak growing nearer as his whispers of encouragement gave way rasping breaths. His body, half covered hers, and his own gyrating hips told her his need matched her own.
“Now, Kitty.Now,” he choked.
No sooner had his words left his lips then glorious release swept through her. Wondrous pleasure bloomed inside her, like a thousand shards of sparkling light spreading as far as the eye could see.
Time stood still as Zeke wrenched every last drop of the heady sensations out of her until her stuttering breaths slowed and her body went limp in his arms.
When she turned to gaze at him with wonder, he pressed his forehead into hers. He stared at her with hot, possessive eyes the color of a stormy dusk sky.
“Kitty, I—” He hissed in a breath, and in one rough move, ripped off his drawers. Then he eased himself on top of her, pressing her pliant body into the mattress.
Zeke reached between them with a shaking hand.
Pressing her chemise up and out of the way, he brought his hips into alignment with hers, nestling the tip of his throbbing cock into the entrance of her swollen sex. Her sweet, hot liquid welcomed him, daring him to thrust into her. His entire body shook with the effort it took to resist his own carnal need.
Her release had nearly undone him—something that had never happened to him, even as a greenhorn lad. But, then, he’d never wanted a woman the way he wanted her.
She was his. He would be the only man she would ever know.
She lay beneath him, a siren gazing at him with passion-drugged eyes. Black hair tumbling around her shoulders in sensuous waves. Creamy skin aglow from the climax he’d coaxed from her body.
She smiled shyly. Love and trust shone in her green cat’s eyes.
Love. She loved him.
His insides twisted with gut wrenching need. “Kitty,” he rasped, her name sounding like a prayer to his own ears. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m afraid it’s unavoidable.” At least he thought so. He’d never had a virgin. Never wanted to bear the responsibility before now.
“It’s all right, Zeke. I trust you.”
Blood roaring in his ears, he closed his eyes and pressed into her heat. Her sweet flesh pulsed around him. It was like nothing he’d ever known. He opened his eyes and looked down at her.
Kitty’s brows were furrowed. “I think…this may not work.”
Sweet Jesus. He’d laugh if he weren’t so desperate for her. Sweat trickled down the center of his back. He pressed forward another inch, then another.
