Page 17 of Tiger Betrayal

He brushed it back and leaned forward, kissed her. It wasn’t the short kiss like earlier. This one was consuming her, tongue clashing against hers, owning her in every way.

She didn’t have to work anymore. Stellan was strong. He lifted her by the hips up and down him like she weighed nothing. She didn’t feel how tight his grip was. All she felt was that beautiful pressure building between her legs.

He was keeping her deeper now, not allowing her to push all the way up. He was driving into her harder, faster. He started pushing into her faster, kept it shallow, his hips moving so smoothly, and he was hitting her just right.

She gripped the back of his neck with one hand, and grasped at the headrest with her other, desperate to sink her nails into something.

She dipped her kiss to his muscular neck and nipped him there. He was straining now, grunting with every grind into her, and her answering whimpers were escaping her too.

Harder. Harder. “Oh!” She cried out as he crushed her against him and spewed jets of heat into her. Her release trembled through her, matching his. They were crying out, rocking the truck, both shaking, both straining.

Breath heavy, she eased back as he slowed their pace. He was dragging every bit of her release from her body. His eyes had cooled, and the wicked smile was back on his lips.

When she slowed to a gradual stop, she couldn’t hide her smile. His chuckle was deep and reverberated straight through her. They had lost their damn minds.

“What the hell?” she asked softly.

He gripped her hips and ground her against him again. “That was you.” He relaxed back against the head rest. “I had plans to at least make it inside the house.”

“Whoops,” she teased, eliciting another chuckle from him. “Um, I should put my clothes on?”

Stellan narrowed his glowing eyes. “Boring.”

She looked around, hiding her tits by staying pressed against him. “Where are we?”

“My place.”

“Okay. What’s the move?”

“Move,” he repeated, the smile slipping.

“You got in my pants. You did it fast. So…what now?”

He pushed her hair back and kissed the tip of her nose. “Feed you and hydrate you, and then fuck you again.”

“Oh.” She tried to hide her grin. “I thought you were just going to take me back to my car when you got what you wanted.”

“You think I can just empty myself in you and then drop you off? You smell like me.” He shook his head. “You trapped us both.”

Confused, she asked, “What do you mean?”

Stellan leaned forward and nipped at her neck, then eased her back far enough to peel his shirt off. He slipped it over her head and helped her get her arms through. The shirt was enormous on her.

He drew her hand to his lips and bit her knuckles gently. “You made the rule. I have to be nice. Dropping you off right now would be rude, wouldn’t you say?”

“Very.”

“So there. Use that as an excuse on why I’m not taking you back to your car anytime soon. You just made me hungrier. That was on you. Your bad.”

He was so cocky. She liked it.

She wiggled her hips, teasing him, still connected to him. “I’m hungry for pizza.”

“Whatever you want,” he promised her.

Laramie grinned. “Veggie pizza.”

“Not whatever you want. You’re not poisoning me or pissing me off with your vegetable bullshit tonight. I’m in a good mood. You can eat some protein. Grab your pants.”