Lauren was on fire, burning up from the inside out. She reached between their bodies, running her hand down his washboard abs in a slow, determined path. She wanted to feel his hard length between her hands. But when she reached the top of his boxers, the strong hand cupping her head moved with supernatural speed to stop her.
Max lightly grasped her wrist, his fingers slightly flexing. “No.”
The word sounded almost guttural, torn from him with clear effort. His wolf flashed in his gaze for a second before once again she was looking into pale blue eyes that made her lose all her common sense. Her entire body was primed for this male, ready to take him deep inside her. She was already soaked. Had been from the moment he’d displayed all that dominance and shredded the phone number that shifter had given her. It had angered her, but mainly turned her on.
Then when Max had barged into her bathroom a tiny part of her had been outraged, but she’d been glad he followed her from the bar. It was all part of her animal instinct, she knew that. But she’d never cared for the male-female chase before.
Tonight she’d finally understood why her oldest sister had led her soon-to-be mate around on a merry chase for months.
There was a thrill in being pursued and she wanted to enjoy a week of raw sex with Max. Talk about the best punishment ever. She knew there was no viable way for them to be together long term—not when he was a wolf and she was a jaguar—but for now she could enjoy herself. And lord, she’d never wanted a man as badly as she wanted him. She wanted to feel all that raw power unleashed on her, to be the focus of his formidable sexual energy, even just once.
She didn’t understand why he wouldn’t let her touch him though. She wanted to wrap her fingers around his cock and feel him slide deep into her. “Why?” she tried to demand, though the question came our breathless and unsteady.
In response he kissed her, his crushing lips hard and dominating. His tongue invaded her mouth as he rolled his hips against her. She gasped at the feel of his thick erection pressed against her. His kisses mimicked sex—no, fucking. There was something primal about the way he was stroking his tongue against hers. Flicking, teasing and hungry, he didn’t let up on his assault and she didn’t want him to.
She slid down his body until his covered erection rubbed over her wet slit, coming in contact with her pulsing clit. While she hadn’t seen that part of him yet, what she could feel was impressive.
She was aching for him, her body on fire with the kind of need only he could sate. She’d had only a couple lovers in the past and they’d always left her wanting. Right now she was more turned on by Max than she’d ever been and it was because of the power he radiated, because of the way he looked at her, made her feel. Like she was the most beautiful woman on the planet.
Taking her off guard, he tore his mouth from hers, his breathing uneven, his eyes flashing from wolf to human. As if he was barely holding onto his control. The tense muscles beneath her hands quivered with restraint.
Before she realized his intent, he gripped her hips and dropped to his knees. But there was nothing submissive about his gesture.
“Put one leg over my shoulder,” he commanded.
A demand she would gladly follow. Hot water flowed from the showerhead, spraying both of them as she lifted her right leg and placed her foot on his shoulder. In this position she felt so exposed and almost vulnerable but he didn’t give her time to think.
His mouth zeroed in on her most sensitive area, his tongue licking along the length of her wet slit, up and down, over and over before he pushed his tongue inside her, tasting, teasing.
Dropping her head back against the tile wall, she closed her eyes and let herself just feel. She threaded her fingers through his dark hair as he pleasured her, her inner walls clenching to be filled completely. As if he read her mind, Max slid his fingers inside her. He didn’t test her slickness with one, he just pushed two right into her.
Thrusting deep, he curled his fingers against the sensitive spot that drove her insane and began stroking her as he worked her clit with his tongue. The sensations were too much, pushing her over the edge before she was prepared.
Nipples tingling in the most delicious way, she arched her back off the wall as the beginning of her climax rippled through her. It built and built, the sensation pushing out to all her nerve endings as Max continued teasing her body, until suddenly she felt as if she was in a freefall.
The orgasm slammed into her, pleasure overtaking everything as she gripped his head, holding onto him so she wouldn’t collapse. She tried to bite back her shouts, but couldn’t restrain her cries. The moans fell freely from her lips as the pleasure rocked through her. She wasn’t sure how long it lasted, but it seemed to go on forever until her knees weakened. Feeling almost boneless, she could barely move as the last of her climax subsided.