Ju DiMello - Jaguar, Be Mine

“Karintha!”

She batted her eyes, feigning an innocent expression as he tried to gather his scattered thoughts. She’d barely touched him and he was already primed up to shoot. He’d reached his limit. If she thought she could string him along, she had another thought coming.

“Enough,” he bit out.

He caught her wrists, pinning them together above her head, against the wall.

She tossed her head back and matched his stare. “That was for kissing me without permission.”

A chuckle escaped him despite the gravity of the situation.

“Let me go.” She struggled, but quieted when he ground his hips into hers.

He moved closer to her lips. “That was just a kiss.”

“Well, I teased lightheartedly,” she said.

“If that’s light, I can’t wait to find out more.”

Her smoky gaze turned slumberous, a siren’s call, and one he couldn’t resist. His restraint vanished and need spiked along with his indrawn breaths.

She rose on tiptoes and pressed her generous breasts against him. “Then what’s stopping you? Tonight you’re mine as I am yours.”

Her sudden acquiescence sent his libido into overdrive. He let go of her hands and divested her of the only garment she wore. He dropped the torn bits of flimsy camisole on the floor.

Goose bumps rose on her skin, but she bit her lip and dug her nails into his shoulders, silently urging him on. He leaned back and took a moment to savor the tantalizing view. From her parted lips to her heaving chest and the quivering thighs. The large areolas on her firm breasts made his mouth water. He trailed a finger between her legs, rubbing her pussy. She was dripping wet. For him. Skimming past her slick entrance, he nudged her clit.

She let out a muffled curse he’d never heard from a female before. His ever-present fascination of her increased, along with his desire. He wanted to sink balls-deep into her tightness, until she screamed and came, only to start all over again. With an excruciating effort, he reined in his thoughts, ignoring his protesting dick.

“Patience, my sweet.”

She bared her teeth in a snarl and damn if he didn’t find that sexy. “I think you meant to say revenge is sweet.”

He gave her a smile he hoped was enigmatic and went about the pleasurable task of playing with her clit and tried hard not to plunge his fingers into her inviting wetness.

Her rosebud nipples stood to attention and he bent down, tugging one into his mouth. Her soft mewl coincided with his groans as he flicked his tongue over the tightening nub, laving and resisting the crazy urge to bite her and mark her as his own. He caressed the other breast with his right hand, gently palming the soft, pliant flesh in tandem with his suckling. When he rolled his thumb and forefinger around a hard nipple, she jerked off the wall and down on his hand between her thighs. His middle finger bottomed out on the first stroke.

Startled by the quick turn of events, he allowed her to rock on his digit while trying to make his brain concentrate on anything but the tight, hot flesh gripping him. His cock surged as her wandering hands tugged his briefs down and flesh met flesh.

“Hot damn, Xander.” Her words were a rasp against his ears. “You’re huge.”

She squeezed his erection, scraped lightly on his balls, and he plundered her mouth in a punishing kiss, mimicking the way his hand pumped inside her. Heat exploded when she tugged his lip while smearing his pre-cum over the head of his erection in retaliation.

His control already teetered on the edge. He lifted his hand from her breast to tangle his fingers into her soft, silky hair and bent down to suckle her neck in an attempt to delay the inevitable.

How could a mere touch get him to the brink so fast?

She whimpered and clutched him tighter.

He pulled himself out of his hazy euphoria and hunkered down on his knees. With a soft cry of protest, she freed his dick, allowing him to do what he’d dreamed for ages. At last, after so long. He bent forward to her nether lips, inhaling. He pushed two fingers into her, holding her back by splaying his hand over her bare stomach. She moaned when he increased the speed, pumping against his fingers as he plunged in and out of her.

He tried to remain focused on her pleasure instead of allowing his emotions into the mix, but the sheer pleasure of being with her, connecting to her, even on a physical level sent his senses over the edge of a cliff. Admiration and desire coalesced into a tight knot of emotion in his chest. No matter how much he wanted the night to last forever, he’d keep his promise and get the hell out of her hair, but not before he imprinted her taste in his brain forever. Not before he gave her the best sex of her life.

Armed with the decision, he smiled in anticipation of putting his plan to motion.

“I hope that evil grin means we’re going to get down and dirty soon.” Her fingers tangled in his hair as she pushed herself toward him.

Her throaty words, coupled with her actions made his cock twitch.

He couldn’t help but laugh. “Now that I think of it, I like your impatience better.”

“Prove it,” she demanded.

“With pleasure.”

Taking a deep breath to savor the enticing scent of her arousal, he licked her clit. Her taste—tart and feminine—exploded over his tongue, shorting his brain. He dove in again and again, lapping up her juices until her gasps became moans and then cries. Her fingers tightened in his hair, tugging.

Her body tightened, her inner muscles clenching and rippling, she shook. “Yes, yes. Oh God! Xander!”

Never had he heard sweeter words.

Her body tingled, strung tight. Karintha tried to slow her breathing, to hear something above the blood roaring in her ears. She could attribute the wild pounding of her heart to the most fantastic O of her life, but how could she explain the fierceness with which her feline succumbed to his touch? Or the sudden yearning for more of the same? His touch had ripped to pieces the pretense of control she’d held on to for ages, leaving her exposed.

Stop thinking , she reminded herself, removing her tight grip on his hair. This virile, young male was hers for the taking, hers for the night. Had she really hated him once? Or was her dislike a cover, a layer of armor she’d worn to protect herself from the quiet, dashing jaguar who’d stirred her emotions in a way no one else had? She didn’t want to dwell in the past, not when the present loomed in front of her—electrifying with possibilities.

Her pussy gushed as he removed his finger from her depths. His lips glistened with her juices and he deliberately licked them until her face flushed.

Shoot! She’d been absolutely unmindful of anything but her pleasure. Her clit still thrummed and her legs wobbled.

He stood up with his trademark feline fluidity, his gaze penetrating the depths of her soul. His canines elongated, he looked every bit the predator, masculine and dangerous.

“Where’s the bedroom?”

His rumbling voice, a stark contrast from his light, teasing one, sent a stab of awareness to her pussy and her nipples bloomed for attention.

His eyebrow quirked and she realized he was still waiting for an answer.

Taking a shaky breath, she pointed upstairs. His eyes narrowed, as if he sensed the way her body and her thundering heart responded to him.

“Soon, you’ll be writhing and screaming under me.” He closed the distance between them, readying to lift her. “I promise it will be better than grinding your mind’s gears.”

“I never knew bumping body parts could be more exciting than mental stimulation.” She laughed lightly, hoping she conveyed sophistication instead of nervousness.