Bear Cuffs (Broken Hill Bears #3)(36)

    "Are you sure about this?" he said in a low voice. She nodded, smiling up at him. "This is the last time I'll be capable of asking you," he growled. Kristin took his face in her hands.

    "Roman, I've never been more sure of anything in my life," she said.

    "Good," he said, and gave her a hard kiss, his incisors grazing her lip thrillingly. "Let's go inside."

    They took the elevator up to the third story in silence, the tension between them too high to speak. Kristin discovered that she was already a little wet, and it wasn't the first time that day. During the afternoon, the thought of him had been so overwhelming that she'd been unable to concentrate on her work at all. She'd been forced to take a little break in the restroom, locked into the cubicle, touching herself and thinking about what she wanted this big sexy tiger to do to her.

    Roman showed her into his apartment. She leaned against the wall in the hallway, watching him closing the front door. Watching him. She'd longed for this moment ever since she first saw his profile, and now she wanted to stretch it out for as long as possible. She felt heady with anticipation and desire. As soon as he turned back to her, she threw herself on him, pressing her mouth against his. He backed her against the wall and returned her kiss with an equal passion. His body was hard against hers, pressing on her as he ran his strong hands up and down her waist, feeling the ripe curves of her hips. She slid her hands underneath his t-shirt, hungry to feel his bare skin. They kissed more and more deeply, their tongues lashing each other, and Kristin made little moans of desire. As she began to pull at his clothes, he moved onto her neck, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive flesh there.

    "Christ, Kristin, you're a fierce woman," he muttered. "The perfect lover for a tiger." With a satisfied sigh, she tugged at the hem of his t-shirt. She succeeded in lifting it up to his pecs, and he assisted her, drawing back and pulling it over his head. His photos didn't do him justice. His torso was incredible. Every muscle was perfectly honed, his stomach perfectly flat and rippling with bands of muscle, and his chest was so broad and deep. She had an urge to lick his flat brown nipples, and she did just that  –  the right and then the left, gently nibbling at the same time. He drew in a sharp breath through his teeth. His hands went to her waist and he felt for the tie on her dress. Finding it, he pulled on the bow and it unfastened. The dress fell completely open, revealing a flame-orange lace bra and brief set. Kristin held her breath, fighting down the panic that always accompanied men seeing her body for the first time.

    "You're so sexy," he whispered. As he gazed at her body, she watched his pupils dilate, the irises turning dark. Now she knew he liked what he saw, she forced herself to relax, and to allow her more positive feelings to rise to the surface. She felt sexy and wanton standing in his hallway like that, in her heels, with her dress open, exposing her sexy, dirty lingerie. She felt the heat of Roman's hands on her waist as he touched her bare flesh, hesitantly at first, but then more confidently, moving up, up, over her ribcage, and sliding over her bra, cupping both of her breasts at the same time. She sighed as his thumbs grazed her nipples.

    Then his hands slid down, past her hips, and onto her ass, his fingertips making light circles on the fabric of her panties. He moved lower, onto her thighs, and leaned into her. And, before she knew what was happening, he grasped her thighs firmly, and lifted her right up.


     
       
         
       
        

    "No! I'm too heavy!" she protested, as he held her ass in both his hands, raised up as high as his waist.

    "You're as light as a feather, baby," he growled. She registered that he did seem to be holding her remarkably easily, gently propping her against the wall, with most of her weight supported by his huge biceps. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, only a flimsy scrap of lace separating the tender aching place between her thighs from his bare abs. She also wrapped her arms around his neck, and once again, they lost themselves in each other's mouths. Their kisses were becoming increasingly heated. Roman's lips were soft and luscious, and his tongue probed deeply into her mouth. Kristin sucked on it lightly, loving the sensation of having him insinuating himself into her body. She wriggled, trying to intensify the contact between them. She wanted more of him inside her. Her pussy was crying out for his touch.

    Suddenly, he lowered her ass by six inches. Now the rough material of his jeans chafed against her thighs. He was hard, rock hard. The bulge of his erection pressed into her cleft, and, as his pelvis made a little jolt, she gasped. She dug her nails into his back. She badly wanted him to take her right there, to push her panties aside, unzip his jeans, and slide his cock into her. She squeezed him tight with her thighs, holding his hips in a vice grip, and kissed him more and more fiercely. Roman pulled back with a chuckle.

    "Not so fast, baby," he said. "I want to explore every inch of this beautiful body of yours before I claim you as my own. Regardless of what my tiger's telling me right now!"

    "Oh," Kristin replied, an expression of disappointment mingled with delight.

    He lifted her off the wall and carried her along the hallway and into a room. She couldn't see much of it until he bent down and gently deposited her on his bed. It was an attractive, masculine room, with dark wood and jungle-green walls. The lighting was low and flattering. She sat on the bed looking up at him, propping herself on her arms. Her thighs were a little open and her lips were parted. As he looked down at her, she could see the animal in his eyes, and, right now, he looked like he wanted to eat her alive. She fought an urge to close her dress and conceal her body from his burning gaze.

    "Don't be scared, little tigress," he said, in a crooning voice. "I won't hurt you, and neither will my tiger. I want to give you more pleasure than you've ever had before." He sat down beside her and pulled her into a soft, tender kiss, stroking her jawline with a fingertip. Immediately, she relaxed, trusting him. He caressed her thighs, moving upwards from her knees, to a spot a couple of inches below the lace edge of her panties, before sliding away again. She was aching so bad inside, and every part of her being willed him to place his hand on her throbbing clit. But he was intent on teasing her. His long tongue flickered into her mouth, dancing around hers, while his strong, agile fingers made little circles all over her thighs. 

    He hooked his hand under her knees and pulled her onto his lap, so she was sitting across him, sideways. He took the clips out of her hair, allowing it to tumble around her shoulders in curls. Then, he slid her dress off her shoulders, and it fell down, leaving her in just her bra.

    "Kristin, you're so beautiful," he breathed. "Your curves are incredible." He leaned forward and buried his face in her full cleavage. His tongue snaked out and licking the valley between her breasts, and heard him sigh softly. He cupped her left breast in his massive hand, kneading it gently. Wow, he was a boob man. Most guys got excited by the size of her breasts, but then didn't really know what to do with them, beyond a few cursory pinches and tweaks, which was always a disappointment to her. They were really sensitive, and she loved to have attention lavished on them. It felt like the tiger was worshipping them, layering little licks all over the soft skin of her décolletage. And he hadn't even taken off her bra yet. At last, he pulled her left bra strap off her shoulder and eased the cup down, freeing her breast. He made a sound of desire at the sight of her pale pink nipple, before dipping his head and taking it into his mouth.

    "Oh my god!" Kristin hissed. The sensation made her dizzy, and her clit sparked as if it had an electric charge running through it. Roman looked up, flashing her a wicked glance, before beginning to suck on it, gently at first, and then hard, taking more and more of it into his mouth. It felt like he was feeding from her body  –  a heady, blissful sensation. She ran her fingers through his golden brown hair, willing him not to stop, ever. After a while he paused, lifted his head, and possessed her mouth again, with deep, hungry kisses, while he unfastened her bra. She bit her lip as the bra fell completely off, once again self-conscious at being so exposed. Roman adjusted her position on his lap a little, and she became aware of how big and hard his erection was; a huge bulge straining against the denim of his pants. She longed to free it from its constraints, but she knew that this would come later. Instead, he took her breasts in both his hands, feeling their weight and fullness, caressing them all over, before he took her other nipple into his mouth, and gave it the same attention that he'd given to the left. As she wriggled on his lap, she could tell that her panties were soaked, but somehow the urgency she'd felt before had been replaced by euphoria, and she wanted to sit there forever, having her breasts worshipped by this sexy tiger-man. As he licked and sucked at her nipples, she ran her hands all over his back, luxuriating in his bulging muscles and soft skin.