Tamed by a Tiger Page 7

  She pulled it up for him, her breath coming faster, heart racing in her ears, drowning out the music.

  August’s gaze seared her as he raked hungry eyes over her legs, tracking the hem of her dress as she kept pulling it higher. When she revealed her cream panties, he swallowed hard.

  Stared.

  She started to lower her dress.

  He growled and seized it, pushing it higher up her stomach. She tensed when he leaned in, but the moment his tongue swept over her stomach, following the line of the elastic of her underwear, she sagged against the wall, letting the fiery tingles wash through her.

  A groan issued from his lips and he kissed lower, his hands easing down her sides. She trembled again as he hooked his fingers into the waist of her panties, her breath coming in short gasps as anticipation built inside her, colliding with the need to make it stronger, until she couldn’t keep still, thought she might go out of her mind if he didn’t touch her soon.

  He gently slid her underwear down.

  When they reached her knees, he kissed down from her belly button, igniting a fire inside her that burned so hotly it stole her breath entirely.

  The first brush of his tongue between her thighs had her crying out so loudly she feared someone would hear.

  She clapped her hand over her mouth and moaned into it, tingles rushing through every inch of her in dizzying waves as he stroked her with his tongue.

  Gods.

  “Fuck, Maya… you taste so damn sweet.”

  Those words almost undid her.

  She glanced down at him, still holding her mouth, her eyes wide.

  Fuck.

  The way he was looking up at her, his eyes reflecting his desire, devouring her as he licked his lips, sent a tremor of pleasure through her.

  She needed him.

  Needed more from him and only him.

  His eyes darkened and lowered, as if he had felt that need in her and he wanted to fulfil it.

  Her panties reached her ankles.

  He lifted her left foot and eased them over it.

  She waited for him to set her foot back down.

  He didn’t.

  He placed it over his shoulder, spreading her legs, and delved between her thighs, sending her shooting into the stratosphere.

  Maya wasn’t sure whether to keep her mouth covered to muffle her cries or grab hold of August with both hands. She shook against the wall as she fought to remain standing under the onslaught, the delicious stroke of his tongue through her flesh and the way he teased her pert nub at the end of each one.

  He growled and licked harder, and she couldn’t stop her thighs from trembling against him.

  It was too much.

  She hadn’t been prepared for this.

  She hadn’t expected it to feel this good.

  Her free hand came down hard on his head and she couldn’t stop herself from gripping his hair, from holding him tightly as he licked and stroked between her thighs, sending her flying onwards, upwards, towards Heaven.

  She growled as need hijacked control of her body and had her rocking against his face as he devoured her.

  Oh gods.

  She tipped her head back, clung to him and cried into her hand as lightning whipped through her, striking hard and fast, and leaving her shaking from head to toe. Her heart pounded in her head, blood rushing in her ears, as she fought to hold herself together, quivered fiercely. Stars winked across her closed eyes.

  She really hadn’t been prepared for that.

  August’s strong hands caught her waist as her knees buckled, holding her upright and against the wall.

  He lifted his eyes, scorching her with his gaze, flooding her with a need to look at him too.

  She slowly lowered her head, her breathing still ragged and too fast, her skin flushed all over, and hoped to the gods he wasn’t going to look horrified.

  Prayed to her ancestors he hadn’t realised she was untouched.

  His wide silver eyes threw a bucket of icy water over all those hopes, turning them into fears.

  Fear that he would stop when she craved him more now than ever, needed him to keep going, to show her that Heaven she had glimpsed because of his masterful touch.

  Fear that he wouldn’t want what she was willing to give him.

  All of her.

  “August,” she started.

  She didn’t get a chance to finish.

  He shot to his feet and claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss, one that obliterated those fears and her voice with them, and stole her away from the world again.

  Maya wrapped her arms around his neck and held on to him, kissed him hard and let herself go.

  Let everything go.

  Everything but August.

  He was all that mattered.

  “Maya,” he whispered against her lips, sending heat curling through her as she closed her eyes and savoured the way he said her name.

  It always came out fierce, even when he whispered it.

  It always came out filled with need and a desperate edge, as if he would die if she didn’t answer him, if she wasn’t there with him.

  “August,” she murmured, let him hear in his name that she was right there with him, swept up and lost, and a little afraid.

  He softened the kiss, slowing it down, easing back and leaving her feeling even more off balance, in danger of slipping and falling. She couldn’t do that. This was meant to be a moment of sheer madness, about satisfying their needs, and nothing more.

  So why did she feel as if she wasn’t going to walk away from this unscathed?

  Why did she feel as if she was about to break her own heart?

  She pushed away from those thoughts and focused on kissing him, imagining him as he had been in the gym when he had stripped for her.

  Sweet mercy, she needed to touch that body he had revealed to her, needed to revel in the feel of his muscles beneath her palms and all the strength at his disposal.

  She seized his shoulders, swallowed his moan as she rubbed them through his black shirt and smoothed her palms over his chest. It was hard beneath her touch, and she could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, beating as frantically as her own. A tremor shook her as she reached the buttons of his shirt, a ripple of nerves making her fingers shake as she tackled the first one.

  His kiss slowed again and then his lips left hers as he drew back and glanced down at her hands, watching her as she popped each button on his shirt.

  Her heart beat a little faster with each one, the need to race rushing through her. She held it back and kept things slow, not wanting to spoil the moment.

  Her eyes tracked her fingers until she opened the middle button, and then she couldn’t take her eyes off the deep valley between his pectoral muscles. They drifted downwards as she tackled more buttons, taking in the rigid ropes of his stomach. Her breath hitched as she undid the final button and parted his shirt, revealing him to her eyes.

  Glorious.

  She licked her lips.

  Itched with a need to run her tongue over every inch of him.

  Her eyes dropped lower.

  Every inch.

  She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and he was quick to help her, tugging it off over his hands and tossing it onto the bench chair to her right. She failed to bite back the groan that rolled up her throat at the delicious sight of him and the way his muscles moved, screaming of strength, power that she wanted to feel under her hands.

  The second her hands met his chest, he stilled, his face still averted, towards his shirt. She bit her lip and stroked her palms over his chest, quivered at the feel of his warm flesh and how smooth his skin was, stretched tight over hard muscle.

  A growl rumbled through her.

  Her male was strong.

  But he would submit to her.

  CHAPTER 9

  His back slamming against the wall of the private booth knocked the wind out of August.

  He leaned there, struggling to catch up. Maya didn’t give
him the chance. She dipped her head and her lips seared his chest, the light silken brush of her hair across his stomach sending him out of his mind. He half-groaned half-growled as she licked and nipped at him, swirled her tongue around his left nipple and kissed downwards, paying close attention to every single muscle on his stomach, as if she didn’t want one to feel left out.

  Holy fuck.

  August caught her shoulders, wanting to slow her down and make sure she was alright with what she was doing.

  She didn’t have to do it if she didn’t want to, didn’t have to feel pressured into anything.

  She answered him by grabbing his shoulders and shoving him hard against the wall, her head lifting from his stomach as she snarled at him, sending him a message loud and clear.

  She was doing this, and trying to stop her had only pissed her off.

  Another growl left her blush lips.

  He frowned at her. Like hell he was submitting to her.

  She stroked her tongue over his stomach, her eyes locked on his the entire time, and his knees shook as bliss washed over him.

  All the fight that had flared to life inside him died.

  Maybe he would submit to her a little.

  Just a smidgen.

  His cock twitched in approval, jerking against the tight confines of his black jeans.

  Maya’s golden eyes lowered to his chest, grew heated and hungry as she raked them over him, clearly liking what he had to offer.

  Gods, he shouldn’t be doing this, but he couldn’t stop himself. The realisation that she was virgin territory should have had him being all noble and shit, spouting how it wasn’t right and she really didn’t want to give something so precious to him.

  Should have.

  His reaction had been quite the opposite.

  Knowing that she was untouched, that he was her first, and she wanted him to be that for her, had only made him want her even more.

  He wanted to ruin her to all other males.

  He gazed down at her as she kissed across his stomach, cranking him higher with each one.

  Gods, he needed her.

  Maya lifted her eyes to his.

  That corona of blue was back, faintly glowing around her pupils.

  Odd.

  He had never noticed any blue in her eyes when she wasn’t aroused or angry.

  She knocked that thought plain out of his head when she slid her eyes over him and they froze on his shoulder.

  She straightened in an instant, a feral snarl rolling off her, her eyes locked on the wounds he bore.

  Wounds she had given him.

  Before he could say anything about them, she was on him, her tongue stroking over the red lines. Damn. The pure hit of pleasure that swept through him in response to her cleaning his wounds had another part of him weakening.

  Somewhere in the region of his chest.

  He stared down at her, reeling and feeling as if at any moment, he was going to fall.

  And he was going to fall hard.

  Hell, he couldn’t move as she laved her tongue over the wounds, her actions screaming of a need to take care of him, to help him heal.

  He must have stared a little too hard, because she lifted her head and growled at him again.

  Only this time it wasn’t a warning that he was making her angry.

  It was pure, unadulterated, possession.

  She planted her hands against his chest, shoved him back against the wall and kissed him.

  Hard.

  Before he could catch up again, her lips left his, trailed down his neck and over his chest. She sank downwards, her hands drifting over his body as she kissed lower, as she swirled her tongue around his navel and dropped to her knees before him.

  August swallowed hard.

  She trailed kisses along the waistband of his jeans.

  He might have made a valiant effort to claw back some nobility and stop her at that point, but the fire in her eyes dared him to try it, and promised he would regret it.

  They held his as she made fast work of his jeans, popping the first button and then gripping the two sides to pull them apart in one swift stroke. Cool air washed over his cock and he groaned, swallowed hard and tried to keep his head.

  Maya made that impossible when she lowered hers, still holding his gaze captive with hers, and slowly ran her tongue up the length of his cock from root to tip.

  He bit his lip, tipped his head back and pressed it hard into the wall.

  Dear-fucking-gods.

  She moaned and licked him again, not even the slightest tremble in her as she gripped his hips and held him fast, stopping him from moving. He wasn’t sure he could have even if he had wanted to move. He was ninety-nine percent certain he had already left his body and was just floating above it, watching as she went to war on him.

  She was killing him.

  Her soft warm tongue pressed into the ridge on the underside of his cock, sending tingles shooting down to his balls, and he groaned and pressed harder against the wall, fought to keep standing as his knees weakened again.

  She loosed another moan and feathered kisses up the length of him to the tip. He grunted as she took him in her hand and pushed downwards, revealing the blunt crown. Oh gods. He wasn’t sure he could handle this after all.

  She moved her hand up and down, stroking his shaft, ripping moan after moan from him that she seemed to enjoy as she studied his cock. He barked out a groan when she lowered her hand to cup his balls, earning a startled gasp from her. Her surprise at his reaction lasted all of a second, a brief reprieve that didn’t give him enough time to pull his shit together before she discovered how to completely undo him.

  Maya rolled his balls in her hand as she licked the head of his cock, fluttering her tongue over it and teasing the slit.

  “Fuck.”

  She blinked up at him, a hint of colour on her cheeks.

  Shocked that she had made him swear like that with only a touch?

  He wasn’t. Hell, he was holding back. He wanted to unleash every fucking swear word in the dictionary, and some made up ones, on her, in every fucking language he knew.

  His knees almost buckled when she wrapped her lips around him, her hand still working magic on his sac.

  “Sweet fucking gods almighty.” He shook as she took him into her mouth. It was moist. Hot. Too fucking good.

  He snapped.

  His left hand shot to her black hair, twisting it into his fist, and he grunted as he shallowly thrust into her warm mouth, struggling for control, aware he was probably scaring the shit out of her.

  She moaned.

  Actually fucking moaned.

  The vibrations of it ran down from the head of his cock to his balls, which instantly tightened.

  “Oh fuck,” he breathed and pushed her back.

  He gripped his cock, held it so tight it killed like a motherfucker, stopping himself from climaxing.

  August breathed hard.

  As his body began to relax, the urge to spill fading, he grew painfully aware of Maya’s eyes on him.

  And how he was standing over her with a death grip on his cock with one hand and her hair with the other.

  “I was… ah…” He looked down at his hand on his length and tried to convince himself to release it, but for some damned reason he just ended up standing there, still holding it like he was about to jack off and spill on her face. “I didn’t want to…”

  He wasn’t sure whether he was saying he didn’t want to climax on her face, or hadn’t wanted to climax at all.

  Maybe it was both.

  Maya blinked.

  Her amber eyes dropped to his cock and the damn thing jerked in response.

  “It was a bit too good.” Gods, he sounded like the virgin now.

  He had talked dirty to countless females, had been blunt and an adult about things, saying shit straight.

  It didn’t feel right to do that with Maya though.

  She had him tied in knots, wanting to do everything righ
t. Perfect.

  “Oh,” she said, raising her eyes to his again.

  A flicker of understanding shone in them.

  She reached up and took his hand from her hair. He wasn’t sure what she was going to do when she released it.

  His breath left him in another dizzying rush when she wrapped her hand around his on his cock and began moving it slowly, just enough to keep him painfully hard, and her eyes met his.

  “I’ll stop when you say. I just want to make you feel good, like you made me feel good.”

  She leaned in and undid him all over again, wrapping her lips around his flesh as she moved his own hand on his cock.

  “Gods, Maya, just looking at you makes me feel good.” He cringed when he realised he was sounding like a complete pervert again.

  He hadn’t meant looking at her while she sucked on his cock. He had meant looking at her anytime, when she was doing anything.

  Which was one hell of a fucking revelation.

  It knocked him sideways so hard he almost missed the massive cue his body threw at him.

  He pushed Maya back the second it registered, breathing hard as he struggled to tamp down the need rushing through him, threatening to catapult him over the edge.

  Maya gazed up at him, a touch of innocence in her eyes as she watched him, but mixed with a hell of a lot of wickedness.

  Wickedness she certainly seemed to be embracing.

  She rose to her feet, clamped her hands over his shoulders, and kissed him hard.

  August groaned and lost himself in it, in the way her tongue met his and teased his fangs, sending hot shivers dancing over the skin she seared with her light touch, stroking her hands over his shoulders and down his chest.

  “I want you.”

  Those whispered words were his undoing.

  He shot past the point of no return in a heartbeat, left it so far behind he couldn’t even see it in the distance, and caught her around the waist, lifting her at the same time as he turned with her to pin her back against the wall.

  She moaned and kissed him harder, hooked her right hand around his neck and tugged him closer. He groaned as her legs looped around his waist, the skirt of her dress falling away to allow his aching shaft to press against her slick heat. A little whimper left her lips and she trembled as she tentatively rubbed against him.