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Good.She wanted him that way. Liked knowing she could throw the big sexy man off kilter too.

Gretchen could see it on his face, his need and lust, and something more. Something wild and untamed. Maybe tonight didn’t have to end with dinner and a promise to call her another night.

Maybe she could have her cake and eat it too.

“Take me home, Reggie.”

ChapterEleven

Reg closed his eyes and thanked the gods for her. His sweet, sexy little mate was beyond even his wildest imagination. Her softly whispered plea had almost sent him to the floor with a wave of need.

“Take me home, Reggie.”

His Tiger snapped his jaws, snarling and growling. The beast demanding he claim his mate.

Reg must have broken half a dozen traffic rules driving back to her apartment. He didn’t even recall getting out of the Jeep or walking up the stairs to her apartment. The second the door closed behind them, Reg swept Gretchen up in his arms and slammed his mouth to hers.

His Tiger was snarling like crazy, his impatience making him one ornery fuck. Reg’s cock hardened painfully, but he could deal with it. She was so fucking beautiful. So lush and soft. The beast was just as anxious to sink into his mate as he was.

“You are so gorgeous,” he growled, and set her down on her feet.

His hands roamed over her back and waist, her hips, and thighs. Kissing her was his new favorite pastime, he decided as he tipped her head back and plunged greedily into her mouth.

“Bed. Now,” she gasped as his hands found the sweet plump globes of her ass.

In a whir of motion, he walked her backwards, never letting go of her mouth as they tugged on buttons and zippers until she was standing there in nothing but a couple of sexy scraps of silk, and a pair of fuck-me pumps. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Gretchen moaned, and shivers raced through him. That sound. Fuck, that fucking sound was so hoarse, so hot and needy. He loved it.

Her body was a fucking vision wrapped up like a present in dark blue material so fine, it was sheer. The fabric barely covered her cropped curls and hard-tipped breasts. He was more than grateful to whoever designed that heavenly confection, though he’d probably have to buy her several more sets, since he doubted this one would survive the night.

She had so many sexy little secrets about her. With every layer of clothing discarded, Reg unveiled something new. Little flower, stars, and heart tattoos decorated her feet, and wrists, and one fucking gorgeous work was inked across her hip and back.

The second he’d spotted the tiger blossom tree with the full image of a large Bengal tiger beneath it, his beast had roared with approval.

Mine.

His animal pushed the thought at him, and he wholeheartedly agreed. His mate was absolutely fucking perfect for him. And she was his. All his. Forever his. Even if she did not know it.

“Do you like it?” she asked, and bit her lip worriedly.

“It’s beautiful,shona. Just like you,” he traced the image with his fingertips lightly teasing her sensitive skin.

She was so goddamn attractive? Didn’t she know? He wondered as she bit her lip. Desperate to bury himself inside her, he prolonged the foreplay. Kissing lightly, caressing her with searching, probing fingers. Reg groaned as she shivered in response.

His dick throbbed painfully in his boxer briefs. He was dying for her touch, but the sweet woman had yet to do any exploration of her own. That was okay. All things took time, he told himself.

As if she knew what he wanted, the sweet seductress that was his mate suddenly ran her small hands along the tight muscles of his abdomen before smoothing over the hard length of his cock over his cotton briefs. She teased and squeezed, dragging a low groan from his lips.

Did the woman want to drive him out of his mind?

Finally, one bold hand dipped inside his underwear while the other wrapped around his neck. She lifted her face and mashed her mouth to his lips.

Fuck, her taste exploded on his tongue.

Gretchen’s kiss was like dynamite. She skillfully dipped her honey sweet appendage into his mouth again and wrestled with his. One hand stroking his cock, the other tugging his hair. Fucking hell, the woman had gone and switched things before he even knew what happened. She’d become the aggressor, and he the willing participant.

His inner Tiger growled happily, the Big Cat loving the fact she was petting him and taking charge. Reg could not deny he was really fucking liking this side of her as well, but he was about to explode. And that was not gonna happen until she was coming all over him, preferably on his cock or his face. Either would work.

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