I hadn’t, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to interrupt his train of thought if it chugged in that direction.
And, oh. Every touch sent another flurry of sparks through my veins.
In no time, he had my bra and shirt off. Bending to kiss me, he could only reach to about the level of my shoulders withoutcontorting, and that wouldn’t do. Not with my nipples peaked and calling desperately for his touch.
He helped me execute a graceful descent to the bed — far more graceful than the flop I would have done on my own — and latched on where I needed him most.
I arched under his touch — and, oops, under my own touch too. The man had me so turned on, I was getting all mixed up.
I skimmed my hands over his back instead, enjoying the contrast of my fairer skin against his.
The glide of big, powerful hands over my body gave me a double thrill — the immediate pleasureandthe thrill of picturing the other side of him. In tiger form, those hands would be platter-sized paws and armed with claws. The soft lips skimming my skin would be punctuated by dagger-like fangs. And while he was gentle, there was no mistaking the ferocity underneath.
“Oh!” My chest heaved as he moved from one nipple to the other.
His movements were ninety percent controlled, ten percent almost-but-not-quite rough.Commandingwas more like it.
Well, two could play at that game.
With a firm tug, I guided him back up to my lips. That put the top button of his pants within reach — and reach, I did.
And wow. What a long way to reach. The man was already hard, ready, and…er, at impressive proportions, one might say.
Not that I said anything, other than grunting, “Pants. Off.”
His eyes glinted. “I’ll do mine if you do yours.”
I shook my head. “No, I’ll do yours, and you do mine.”
An entire light show illuminated the jewels of his eyes.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Seconds later, we had that mission accomplished. Which left only one last obstacle in my way.
“I know you love this watch, but…” I trailed off, trying to unclasp the damn thing.
It was huge, with dozens of unnecessary functions. Especially at a time like this.
He removed it using some super-secret method that escaped me. Not that I had the brain space for anything that trivial at the moment.
“Finally,” I grumbled, giving Roux a playful shove.
He dropped to his back, and I straddled him, bending low.
“I like this angle,” I chuckled.
His cheek twitched. “Enjoy it while it lasts.”
A shudder of anticipation went through me. This man could bring me to orgasm with a few words. Or just one — my name.
“Geneviève…” he murmured once I’d worked my way down his body, trailing kisses, stripping away clothes, and rolling my lips over his shaft.
He threaded his fingers through my hair and helped me set a rhythm that suited us both, murmuring my name again and again.
If my mouth hadn’t been — er, otherwise occupied, I would have mumbled in the same dreamy tone. Because this was more than exploring his body, as heavenly as that was. This was two souls connecting. Trusting. Sharing.
I brought him as close to exploding as I dared, then backed away.
