His c**k pushed against her belly. Long and thick and just what she wanted.
No, he was what she wanted.
She grabbed the front of his shirt, jerked, and heard the pop of buttons.
He didn’t lift his head. Didn’t look horrified. No, he growled against her, and caught her skirt in his fist.
Her hands slid over his chest. Hot flesh. Strong man.
The skirt was bunched at her hips now and she knew her panties weren’t going to last long, not when he got his claws on them.
But she didn’t just want to be taken. She wanted to take. The tiger was about to see just how wild she could get.
The fingers that had curled to caress now flattened and she pushed against him, hard enough to make him stumble back.
“Erin? What the hell?”
She caught his arms and spun them around so that he was the one pinned. And she smiled. “Let’s see how much you can handle.” Power pulsed through her. The kind she’d never really felt before because she’d had to be so careful.
Not this time.
She locked his hands against the wall. His eyes widened. But then he flashed her that grin, that wicked grin that made her sex melt and her heart kick-start too fast. “Take your best shot at me.”
She would.
Erin rose up on her toes and pressed her mouth against his throat. Right there. Where the pulse raced, where she could taste the beat of his heart. She touched him once with her lips closed. Then her mouth opened and she tasted him with her tongue.
And let him feel the edge of her teeth.
“Oh, f**k.”
“Not yet,” she whispered, and her mouth moved to his shoulder. He’d played with her before, an almost exact reversal of this position.
Only she wasn’t playing.
For shifters—this spot, oh, yeah, it could sure be very sensitive.
She bit.
Jude shuddered against her.
Erin’s hands released their hold and her fingers skated down his chest. And her mouth followed them. Lips and tongue. She touched the small, brown ni**les. Then her mouth closed over one nubbin, and she sucked.
“Erin…” His hands clenched around her hips and he tried to yank her closer.
Not yet.
She used her grip to hold him back against the wall. “Just getting started.” There was more of him that she wanted to see, to touch, and most definitely to taste.
Her eyes dropped to the buckle of his belt. Her hands skated down his body and she lightly raked his skin.
Her fingers were steady when she unhooked the belt. The button popped free, and his zipper slid down with a nearly soundless hiss.
No underwear.
His c**k bobbed toward her, the thick head glistening.
She just had to touch.
Her fingers curled around his shaft and he jerked, choking out a breath. Oh, she liked that. Erin squeezed, then stroked, a root to tip pump that had Jude tensing.
Erin lowered before him, her knees hitting the hardwood floor and her skirt fluttering around her. Just a taste. A quick sample.
Her lips closed over him.
“Erin.” Gravelly, barely human.
She took more of his length. Licked him. Sucked.
Enjoyed the hell out of the moment.
Her hand cradled the base of his cock, controlling the depth and motion as she tasted and took and licked.
His hands clamped down on her shoulders. He didn’t push her away. Didn’t pull her closer.
She looked up at him. Saw that his jaw was clenched. Those burning blue eyes were locked on her. Red stained his cheeks. And his expression—
Erin swallowed.
A ragged groan broke from his lips. “Enough.”
One more swipe of her tongue then she rocked back on her haunches. “Not yet.”
He jerked her up. “Now.” A table was beside them. A big, sturdy wooden table with a lamp sitting back on the far edge.
He dropped her on top of the table. Pushed her legs apart. “Now.”
He grabbed her panties. One slice of his claws and they fell away.
Erin knocked the lamp out of her way. She heard the thud when it hit the floor. At least it hadn’t bro—
Long, strong fingers pushed between her thighs. Her head fell back against the table.
“Hot and wet.” His voice was pure sex. So low and deep and rumbling.
Her legs dangled over the edge of the table.
“You’re driving me crazy, ” he charged.
Yeah, like she was feeling all sane and in control right then. Erin squirmed beneath him. “Jude!”
One finger thrust inside. He lowered over her. His left hand caught her shirt, wrenched it open. Then he shoved her bra out of the way.
When his mouth closed over her nipple, she gasped because dammit, she’d wanted this. Erin arched toward him, riding his finger and twisting as she fought for her pleasure.
“Aw, damn, sweetheart.”
The eyes she couldn’t remember shutting flew open. “Now.” This time, the demand was hers.
A grim nod. Then he pulled her closer to the table’s edge. Fitted himself to her opening as he positioned the head of his cock. She loved that first brush of flesh on flesh. No condom for them. Just sex to sex and—
His c**k drove into her. No tentative thrust. Just a hard plunge. Balls-deep and so thick.
Her legs locked around his hips, and she slammed up to meet him. Again and again. Her body tightened.
His mouth took her breast again. Licking and sucking, scoring her lightly with his teeth while he kept thrusting. Driving as far into her as he could go. Hard and fast.
Just the way she wanted him.
His c**k withdrew, then slid right back inside her, the length rubbing along her sensitive flesh. Her sex clenched as her climax approached. So close, so close.
He kissed her when she came, drinking in the sounds of her pleasure even as his hips pumped faster, faster, against her.
Her fingers dug into his back. She wanted to feel his release inside her, the hot splash of his climax.
Jude raised his head and stared down at her.
An aftershock, warm and sweet, rippled through her sex and he erupted. Her name broke from his lips as she saw the wave of pleasure sweep over his face.
She held him, with arms and legs, as tightly as she could. Held him and tried to make the pleasure last. Tried to memorize every feeling, tried to imprint the feel of his body on hers.
Because moments like this didn’t last. Especially not for her.
After a time, he sagged against her, sweat slick on his body. Erin didn’t loosen her hold. Not yet.
Not yet.
A squeak sounded beneath her. Then a weird little creak. Then—
They fell to the floor as the table gave way beneath them.
Her breath was knocked from her and the wood bit into her back and arms.