Page 15 of Purrfectly Trapped

His gaze roamed over her ample curves, and he drooled.Fucking drooledjust thinking of how good it was going to feel sliding along her soft creamy skin. Reg was a big Tiger, a big man, and he paused for a second to ponder whether she could take him.

Fuck yeah, she could.

The Fates would not have set them up otherwise. It would be tight though, and hot, so fucking hot. His dick hardened uncomfortably in his jeans, and he had to bite his tongue to stop the growl spilling from his lips. If little Miss Hotness didn’t stop that sexy little switch in her walk, they were both going to find out just how well they fit together.

Grrrrrr.

It wasn’t just her amazing heart-shaped ass that had him staring like a love-struck teen. It was the whole package. From this vantage point, he could take it all in with his unblinking predator’s gaze.

Shoulders, hips, heels.

Even the way she landed on her feet with each step was adorable. It added a subtle bounce to her perfect ass he found irresistible. Reg wanted to ask her a million questions. They rushed forward, on the tip of his tongue, but he needed to tread carefully.

He did not want to rush her. Not at all. For now, he would simply enjoy the view. Her gaze seemed to take in every angle of the store as they left the closet and headed to the main area.

It was nice, as far as he could tell, but what did he know about salons? He’d never even been in one. Reg liked the colors and the fact it was clean and aesthetically pleasing. But what he really enjoyed was her pride and confidence as she led the way to a salon chair.

Gretchen smirked as she opened a new smock and shook it out while he sat down in the seat. That sassy little grin and her spunky attitude making her even more appealing.

Simply gorgeous,he thought with a purr stuck somewhere deep in his throat.

“Here we go,” she said, draping the cloth over his body, and fuck, did he love her nearness.

She swallowed, not loudly, but he was a Tiger with supernaturally enhanced hearing. The sweet scent of flowers tickled his nose and Reg barely restrained himself from stealing a kiss.

She would not have welcomed it just then. He could tell that much about her already. Would she slap him? He wondered, weighing the pros and cons. A kiss would be worth the slap, but he didn’t want to frighten her or turn her off by moving too quickly.

The female called to his Tiger in a way no other woman ever had. He needed her like he needed to take his next breath. There wasn’t a thing about the woman he wasn’t attracted to.

She wore ballerina flats on her tiny little feet, and if he wasn’t mistaken, she had some kind of flower tattooed there. It was only just visible on the side of her left foot.

A fan of ink himself, he wondered what other secrets she had hidden beneath her clothes. Reg licked his lips as his eyes kept going back to her thick, long legs and luscious backside as she walked around the chair getting this and that and whatever she needed to do the job.

Her body was gorgeous, even though she’d probably dressed for comfort versus style. Lord knows he’d never found a woman’s outfit particularly appealing, but this woman. Hell, he liked everything about her.

The tight black jeans paired with a soft gray shirt hugged her delectable curves, showcasing her sweet breasts and hips and he could just imagine her thighs parting and cradling his big body. He was a big man, Shifters generally were, and he always preferred his woman thick and soft.

She looked amazing. Totally fucking gorgeous, he thought.

Mine, his Tiger growled again. This time with a side of panting.

“I can shampoo you and get you prepped, my other stylist should be here any minute,” she repeated, blinking at him slowly.

Reg was still holding the box he’d taken from her in the closet, and she seemed to only just notice, blushing as she took it from his lap and dropped it on the table behind the reception desk.

Stylist?

What fucking stylist? He wanted her.

Shit.

He was messing this up. Reg started, confused as to why she didn’t recognize him as her mate, surely, she should have by now. Then realization dawned as she continued talking.

This was his Nari’s best friend, and she was anormal. A normal who did not know a thing about Shifters or mates or Fate.

Shit.

"Stylist?” he said, clearing his throat.

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