Page 21 of Purrfectly Bound

Moisture pooled between her legs. Anna whimpered. The snow in his hair had melted upon entry. Those chestnut locks were damp against his forehead and neck. She couldn’t help herself. Annalia reached up, pushing them back, pulling his face closer to her skin.

He growled even as he kissed her neck. The tentative touch made her shiver. His entire chest vibrated against her with the sound. Lance’s warm, minty breath mingled with hers.

Anticipation, and not asthma, had her breath caught in her throat. She wanted his lips, wanted his tongue. Panting with the strength of her need, she nuzzled his cheek. Lance turned, stroking his nose against hers, teasing her mouth with his lips.

Hardly touching, and yet she moaned anyway. Those tiny whispers of kisses made her want to weep in frustration.

“Lance,” she moaned.

“What, love?”

“Kiss me,” she demanded.

“I am,” he grinned. The bastard.

“No,” she growled, biting his lip, hard, “stop fucking around and kiss me.”

The deep, throaty growl that rumbled through his chest until it escaped his lips shouldn’t have made her panties wet. Okay, soaked. But it did.

Anna’s muscles seemed to lock in place. She was a deer caught in the path of a dangerous predator. Lance was that and more. A true Tiger inside and out.

She didn’t know if this was smart. Risking her heart with a man like him, all for the sake of a night’s pleasure. Suddenly, Lance reached up with both hands cupping her face. He angled her head exactly where he wanted.

Then he kissed her. Like for real this time. Lance thrust his tongue inside her mouth, and Anna forgot why she’d been worried to begin with.

OMG…yes, yes, YASSSSS!This was what she’d been missing in her life. A man who knew exactly what to do with a woman like her. She moaned into his mouth, but he didn’t let up. Thank fuck.

Anna might kick herself tomorrow, but right then she was going to take everything he offered. And nothing mattered in that moment except his mouth on hers.

Dayum!He was so fucking talented with his lips. And that tongue! GAWD! He used it to taste every inch of her. Licking and nibbling her lips, her teeth, her tongue, the roof of her mouth. He kissed, teased, licked, and breathed her in. As if he could swallow her very essence down with a single, though incredible, kiss. Meanwhile, his hands held her face in the gentlest of caresses. She clutched his shoulders, using his hard body for support. God knew she had no strength in her legs. The man gave the phrase ‘weak in the knees’ new meaning.

“Too many clothes,” she ground out against his insistent mouth.

“You sure?” he panted and bent to kiss her again.

Anna moaned. Lips locked with his, she was gratified that he was as out of breath as she was.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure,” she grinned, and pushed him back with two hands on his chest.

She knew he was the stronger of the two, but he allowed her to move him. That was hot as fuck, far as she was concerned. The man was sex on legs, but she was in charge. Watching her like a true predator, he followed every move she made as if mesmerized. The knowledge gave her a little power trip, and she shook her head when he made to move.

“Not till I say,” Anna whispered, moving away from the wall.

Lance growled but remained where he stood. His thick erection begged for attention. But not yet, she told herself. Anna continued to walk backwards, tugging the zipper under her left arm that held the strapless dress up.

“Want me to take this off?”

“Fuck yeah,” he nodded.

“You can start walking,” she grinned, “but don’t touch. Not until I say so.”

“Anything you want, love,” growling the last syllable, he trailed after her as she moved.

The feline grace in his steps not lost on her, she marveled at how such a big man held so much elegance in his every move. And he was beautiful. Like his home.

Her eyes never left his, but she didn’t need to see where she was going. The beauty of the cabin was in its open design. Entryway, hall, kitchen to the left, living room, then a single door that led to the master bedroom and bath. There was a soft rug beneath her feet as she passed the fireplace and the sofa. Mindful of where she stepped, Anna held the now unzipped dress high.

Lance’s growl grew in volume when she paused just in front of the bedroom door. One hand on the doorknob, still facing him, Anna dropped the dress. His breath whooshed out on a loud exhale, and she was so fucking glad she went with the black lace lingerie.