Page 38 of Purrfectly Kissed

“Trust me, kitten, I know just how to kiss you,” he growled.

And fuck, did he ever.

Jessica whimpered as his mouth closed over hers. His big, strong hands held onto her neck and face as he nibbled on her lips first. Licking the seam, then piercing her mouth with his long, talented tongue.

Bears really knew how to use their prehensile lips. At least, he sure as fuck did. The kiss they shared was beyond amazing. Brayden did things to her mouth she’d only ever read about.

He tasted of fresh rain showers and pure heat. Her Tiger growled in approval. The she-Cat urged her to get closer to their Black Bear.

To rub her scent on him.

To mark him.

Claim him.

Mine.

There was no question as far as her feline was concerned. The Bear belonged to Jessica. To both halves of her soul.

Me-ow!

Her Tiger sniffed at her response. But still, she was right on board with it if it meant sinking her fangs into the sexy Bear and claiming him once and for all.

Jessica melted into him. She wrapped her arms around Brayden’s neck and pulled bringing him closer to the trunk of the car, closer to her. As if he’d read her mind, he lifted Jessica up onto the trunk like she weighed nothing at all.

Fuck, that was hot. She loved the easy display of strength. Her inner Tiger purred with the pleasure of it. Moisture dripped from her slit, and she groaned. She needed something, anything, to take the edge off.

She neededhim.

Closer.

Now.

Right fucking now.

Jessica opened her jean-clad legs wide enough to let him in. She wrapped them around his waist, squeezing tight as he locked his massive arms around her.

Her big Bear seemed perfectly fine with this new position. More than fine if the rumble in his chest and the hardness pressing against her sex meant anything.

Brayden growled and groaned as he continued to devour her mouth. The gentle exploration of their first kiss quickly gave way to something more. Something deep and passionate that lit raging bonfires of arousal throughout Jessica’s entire body.

His hands roamed her back, hips, and ass. She moaned, loving the feel of his calloused fingers as he lifted the hem of her sweater and lightly grazed her belly and, finally, her lace covered breast.

Both of them groaned as his fingers found her nipple. He toyed with the hardened nub, rubbing, and twirling it between his thumb and forefinger. And never once did he stop kissing her.

It was fucking amazing. So amazing, Jessica forgot where they were until they were so rudely reminded.

“What the ever-loving fuck is going on out here?!”

She couldn’t fucking believe it. Jessica was pussy-blocked by her interfering as fuck brother.

She could have screamed the second she heard Hunter’s massive roar from the front porch of the Pride House.

Shit.

She supposed it was her own damn fault, getting carried away out here where anyone could see them. But how was a girl supposed to claim her mate if she kept getting interrupted at every turn?

Brayden’s whole body went stiff, and his black eyes glittered with his Bear. Jessica watched him closely, searching for any hint as to what he was feeling. Frustration seemed to be the foremost, but beneath it was something else. Something her Tiger seemed happy with, but the woman could not name.

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