Tiger in Her Bed Revised Kindle (7 page)

This is crazy
, she thought to herself.
One night with Quinn and I’m addicted to him.

Her sense of smell somehow became sharper. And Quinn’s scent was wickedly irresistible. Pure male at his prime. Oozing with raw sexual power. She closed her eyes, slowly taking in deep breaths.

Quinn. Musk and sandalwood. Spicy. Cinnamon and a hint cloves.

She sniffed the air. It was thick with his fragrance; she could almost taste it. Vanessa opened her eyes and the woman in the mirror gazed back. Smiling. Almost indulgently. She ran a hand over her chest. Her heart beat fast. Her breasts felt heavy. Her pussy lips were swollen and her panties dampened with her juice. Her clit buzzed with light thrums. Aching.

How am I going to face him now?

Crap.
How am I going to face him at work if all he needed was to hit me with that come hither smile and I get instantaneously horny?

She winced and shook her head.
Crazy, crazy, crazy!

This has to stop. I need to get myself together. Maybe what I need now is a cold shower.

Hurriedly, she reached into the shower and turned the water on. She was about to unsnap the button on her jeans when someone knocked on the door.

Quinn.

“Are you all right in there?”

For seconds, she froze like a deer caught in the headlights. Maybe if she ignored him, he would go away. Bugging people in the bathroom was quite rude. Hadn’t his mom taught him some manners?

“Vanessa, I know you’re in there.”

His voice was muffled by the door, but there was a sharp edge in his tone. Like a predator that had cornered its prey. The inner mouse in her squeaked with fright.

“Open the damn door, Vanessa. Or I swear to God, I’ll break it down.”

Oh, for the fuck’s sake.

She quickly opened the door and planned to take a little peek, but Quinn barreled in so fast, he almost knocked her down. Suddenly, the bathroom became cramped with his presence. He cut his gaze at her. He was too big. Too male. And too damn irresistible.

His scent filled her lungs. Redolently. Like an aphrodisiac.

She gulped hard.

She fought the urge to jump his bones. Tear his clothes off, prop him on the toilet and ride him hard like a cowboy on a stallion.

“What do you want, Quinn?” she forced her voice out. “Can’t a girl use a bathroom in peace?”

Quinn ignored her snark.

Instead, he locked the bathroom door and looked down and smiled at her like a sugar addict suddenly presented with an unexpected cupcake.

“I knew it,” he growled. “You’re in heat.”

“What do you mean, I’m in heat?”

“Hmm.” Quinn’s gaze roamed about her person. Nothing escaped his scrutiny. He bent forward until their eyes were at the same level. He sniffed around her neck. “You’re aroused. Your sense of smell is heightened. And all you can think of is me. Am I right?”

Busted.

“I see you’re back in Lord Demon mode,” she said dryly.

“Close your eyes.”

“Why? What are you going to do?”

“Close your eyes, please.”

She hesitated, but she did as told. She didn’t like it. She felt vulnerable, not being able to see. He crowded her. His breath warmed her face. Her skin tingled. She shivered with anticipation. What was he going to do to her? The memory of his kisses, his touches, filled her mind.

He caressed her face with his fingertips – she knew it. An electric thrill sparked beneath her skin. Her pulse began to race. Her skin was warm. She longed to know what he would do next.

With a sigh, he kissed her. She startled and opened her eyes. All she could see was the emerald green of his eyes. The lushness of his lashes. The intensity of his gaze had never failed to surprise her. It always got her. Straight to her soul.

“You didn’t do as I said,” he growled. “Close your eyes.”

She shut her eyes. Quinn made a noise of approval. His lips descended upon hers. Warm. And exquisite. Her breath stalled in her throat. Quinn really knew how to kiss a woman to make her hot and bothered. She found herself responding timidly, at first, and then, they practically mauled each other.

He swept his tongue inside her lips, over her molars, licking the cavern of her mouth. He nibbled her lips as his hands roamed everywhere. Squeezing her breasts. Groping her thighs. Feeling her pussy. Quinn undressed her. He undid her jeans and yanked down her zipper. He pulled off her sweater and ripped her bra off. Her breasts spilled out. She heard him growling. He licked her throat and took one of her nipples in his mouth. She cried as he sucked her. It made her tremble head to toes. The aching need in her pussy intensified, reaching maddening heights.

Still, she didn’t dare open her eyes. His teeth scraped her tender bud. He twirled his tongue around her areola, pirouetting like a prima ballerina before finishing it with the hard, unmerciful suck. “Quinn,” she whispered. She kept her voice down. She hoped nobody would find out what they were doing in the bathroom.

Quinn’s fingers pushed inside her panties, straight to her wet lips. His touch drove her wild. “Good, you’re so wet. And hot.” He slid his finger into her. “Very hot.”

“Quinn.”

He buried his fingers until the pad of his palm pressed against her pussy lips. He stroked her. Once. Twice.
Oh God.
She wanted more. More than his fingers. She wanted his cock. Inside her. Ravishing her. Like last night. She didn’t even realize she’d voiced her desire.

“Just what I had in mind, babe,” he said. The shower was still running and the steam filled the bathroom. “What’s the water for?”

“I was going to cool off.”

“I’ll help you. I don’t know if you’re going to be cold, though,” he said as he undressed.

Vanessa shoved off her jeans. Quinn pulled her panties down and off and pushed her into the shower. Warm water poured down over her. He ran his hands all over her body, squeezing and stroking; nothing escaped his attention. She watched him, mesmerized by his powerful build, the state of his arousal. His cock stood strong and proud.

He then pushed her against the tiles and kissed the life out of her. “I love your smell. I love how your skin feels. I love you.”

She startled at his declaration. Before she could think about it, her attention was drawn away by him kissing her navel and continuing south.
Oh God.
His mouth covered her pussy. She squirmed. Bursts of pleasure exploded as he licked her; she was totally at the man’s mercy. She bit her lower lip to stay quiet.

He pushed up one of her thighs even further to give him better access. With gentleness, he spread her pussy lips open. His tongue darted out and found her clit. He circled it and sucked it until her knees weakened. Her pussy was a welter of heat and he hadn’t finished. He lapped at her. His tongue was inside her. Swirling deeper and deeper. She would go crazy if he kept up what he was doing.

A rumbling kind of purr echoed from his throat. He eerily sounded like a big cat.

He stood and rubbed his cock against her pussy. His fat cockhead brushed against her clit. He penetrated her and fucked her in a dozen strokes. “I don’t know what I like best, fucking you with my cock or fucking you with my tongue. Choices, choices.”

Vanessa moaned. It felt crazy good. He moved again. She marveled at the way he felt inside her. “Harder. Please”

“Like that?” He fucked her with several sharp jabs.

“Oh, yes.” The pleasure was insane. She loved it so much.” More, please.”

“You don’t tell me what to do, minx.” Quinn pulled out of her entirely. He knelt again and ravished her pussy with his mouth. He let out a growl of satisfaction, like a cat enjoying his cream. He licked and sucked. Hungrily. He inserted two fingers inside her and fucked her fast.

It set her on edge. He seemed to know which buttons to push that made her come instantly. A kaleidoscope of light burst before her eyes as she climaxed. Her pussy contracted around his fingers, her juices flowing. She yelped when he bit her pussy lips, marking her. Bruising her.

“You’re mine,” he stated. “Don’t you forget that.”

He stood and once again fucked her with his cock, hard against the wall. She loved the way he claimed her. No other man had ever made her feel this way. He was an incredible lover, the best a woman could ever ask for. He kissed her lips and thrust his tongue into her mouth, mimicking the way his cock ravaged her pussy. The water made their bodies slick. And wet. Vanessa squirmed. She clawed his shoulders and kissed him back just as hard. She licked his neck to his collarbone.

“My turn.” She disengaged from him and got down to her knees. Before he could say a word, she grabbed his cock and licked his tip. A burst of salty flavor flooded her mouth. His pre-cum and her own juice. Liking what she tasted, she hunted for more creamy goodness. She sucked him in with one smooth swoop and stilled when his tip nudged the back of her throat.

Quinn groaned.

She deep-throated him. He was big, but she was proud of her one girly skill.

Quinn sounded amazed at what she’d done. “Wicked. I’ve never thought you’d be wicked.”

With his cock still in her mouth, Quinn grabbed her hair and gently angled his cock. He fucked her mouth. Her saliva dripped, mixed with the water from the shower. He pulled and thrust and pulled again.

“Suck,” he commanded.

She did as told.

“Good.” He pulled out completely and let her saliva drip. “Suck,” he said.

She sucked. He halted her and pumped his cock in and out a few times.

“Get up,” he said.

Shakily, she went back on her feet.

Quinn seized her hips and lifted her off the ground. He thrust his cock into her pussy, body against the wall and fucked her until all she could see was red. Carnal. Raw primal instinct. Just two animals surrendering to their basic instincts. She came hard. Her juice gushed down her thighs.

Body trembling from the aftermath, her legs were wobbly, trying to find even footing. Quinn lifted her in his arms and carried her to their bed. He pushed her onto all fours, grabbed her hair in a fist, and penetrated her from behind. He pounded with the ferocity of a wild beast. He then pulled her close to his chest, his arm across her breasts, his head on her nape. He whispered behind her ear, “I want you to feel every inch of me. Because you belong to me. Mine and mine only.”

She wanted to say something snarky but her mind had been wiped blank. He had rendered her speechless. All she could think of was him and the way he claimed her. Possessed her.

“Say it, Vanessa. You’re mine.”

“Yours,” she echoed. Almost mindlessly.

“Say it like you mean it.”

A scream froze in her throat. He thrust in so deep, she could feel him in her gut. His cock throbbed as if it possessed its own life. “I’m yours, Quinn.”

This time he believed her. He released her. His hand was on the small of her back when he pushed her down to the mattress. He snatched her hand and secured it behind her back, rendering her helpless. He steadily drove in and out of her cunt. His hard cock ground against the tight walls of her vagina as if he were trying to fight every last drop of resistance to make her compliant, docile, and completely tamed.

Her pussy felt hot; she was on fire. Quinn didn’t seem to have any intention of wrapping up anytime soon. Vanessa was amazed at his strength and stamina. Quinn apparently loved to fuck as much he loved work. She tightened her feminine muscles, trying to choke the neck of his cock to see how he would react. Quinn growled. He pushed her head down in submission and hammered her with a series of fast, hard, deep thrusts.

Her mind swirled. Another orgasm lurked around the corner. She tried to hold it off as long as she could, but failed miserably. She came again. Her pussy contracted around his hard cock. She was breathless. She had come multiple times and yet Quinn still went on full steam. What did it take to satisfy him, she wondered?

He let go of her hand and he angled her into the position he liked. He gripped her hips and rained a series of hard thrusts.

She screamed into the sheet.

It hurt, but it hurt so damn good. She was addicted to the way he claimed her. His thrusts intensified. His breath labored. She knew what would come next. Her body tensed. The pleasure gathered. Stronger. It was good. So fucking good. She could not get enough. She loved it. Loved the way he fucked her. Hard. He slammed into her over and over and over until she thought the air around her was thinning.

The pleasure spiked in a fevered pitch. She was on fire. And when it came, it was a rapture. Her breath cut off from her lungs. Her head spun. Quinn put a hand over her mouth, silencing her scream. He jerked and climaxed. Her pussy gripped his cock hard. His shaft juddered inside her, inciting a spasm. One, two. Three. She lost count.

She was a heap of exhaustion when it was over. Quinn pulled her close against his chest and covered their bodies with the comforter. He said something but she was too tired to comprehend anything.

She drifted to sleep.

* * *

The sky was completely dark when she woke later. She checked the clock and was surprised to find she’d been sleeping for eight hours straight. Quinn had gone, but he left a note saying he had errands to do. She took a shower and changed the bedding. She logged into work and checked her emails. A few things needed her attention, but she was too distracted to do anything.

Feeling hungry, she went downstairs for some snacks.

She made a sandwich and ate quickly to refuel. Her body was sore—but it was the happy kind of sore. She didn’t see anyone. The house sounded empty so she went back upstairs. She was going to do a bit of work but found herself too tired so she decided to call it a day early. She slipped under the blanket and turned off the light.

Around dawn, she stirred from her sleep because something was brushing against her.

Something furry.

Massive.

She groped it and startled when she found what seemed like a paw.