Wyatt set his beer on the counter and cupped her ass, pulling her to the edge. She kissed him, filled with anticipation. His hard body between her legs, she hooked her ankles behind him.
He pulled his mouth back, dove in again, and stopped. "Do you know what your legs in those shoes do to me?"
She slid her hand between their bodies and stroked her fingers over the thick ridge in the front of his jeans. "You like them?"
"You drive me crazy, tiger." He dipped his head and kissed along her jaw, her neck, then straightened and with his lips on her ear, whispered, "You were the only thing I could think about tonight. I had to run to Murphy's and buy a few condoms because nothing else was open. If you got home before I got back, I'd planned to break down your door to get to you."
Amusement sent a shiver down her spine, imagining him striding into the twenty-four/seven convenient store on the way out of town. Her head fell back, giving him more access to her neck.
"Why do you call me tiger?" A wave of lust centered in her lower stomach, and she held his head against her.
"You remind me of a fierce tiger, claws out, ready to swipe."
She straightened her neck and opened her eyes. "That's an awful thing to say."
He pulled back and looked at her with the most intense expression, hardening his face in a hotness that left her paying attention. "Wild. Sexy. Proud. Those claws raked my back while you went wild underneath me, and that's not a bad thing, Joey."
Her breath caught in her lungs. "I scratched your back?"
His gaze warmed. She swallowed hard, flashing back to everything that'd happened the first time they were together. He'd used his mouth, this tongue, and then slid into her without any mercy. Her body had gone crazy. All those feelings had let loose at once, and...
She covered her mouth and mumbled, "Let me see."
He lifted his arm, reached behind his neck, and pulled his shirt over his head. Her gaze dropped to his broad chest. She squirmed on the counter. Running her hands over his shoulders, his pecs, and through the hair on his chest, she looked into his eyes and found his smoldering gaze. She needed to know if she'd scratched his back.
"Turn around." She unlocked her ankles and let her feet dangle off the counter.
He never budged. "You turn around."
Going back on what he'd confessed to wanting to do tonight, she held on to his shoulders and slid off the counter. Studying him, making sure that this was what he wanted, she got his answer when his hands went to her hips and rotated her body away from him.
She grabbed the edge of the counter and dropped her chin to her chest. The material of her dress lifted over her butt. Wyatt pulled her panties down. She stepped out of them.
His hands palmed each butt cheek, and a soft hiss came from behind her. Her neck warmed. Stimulated over his arousal, she hoped the heels of her shoes supported her. He left her weak and muddled, the exact opposite of a tiger.
He grasped her hips, bringing her back, then put his hand on her upper back, tipping her forward in front of him. The lips of her pussy opened, and she flipped her hair over her back.
Wyatt's hands left her. Seemingly alone, poised in front of him, she closed her eyes at the vulnerability of her position.
The crinkle of a foil package came through the music playing. Her chest tightened, and she puckered her lips and exhaled slowly, trying to calm her racing heart.
Before she could get control, a warm hardness stroked between her legs. Her grip on the counter tightened.
"You're already wet," he said.
She squeaked, knowing it was true. It was something she was learning happened a lot when he was around because he constantly touched her. She'd lost track of how many kisses he'd given her to the side of the head or how many times his hand landed on her hip while they played pool.
Not that she was counting.
Okay.
She'd counted. Until she was so worked up, she forgot.
He rubbed the head of his cock against her clit. She trembled at the contact and arched her back to keep her balance.
Her breasts threatened to come out of the top of her bra. Aware of their heavy weight swinging, she realized it was her moving her body back and forth. She couldn't stop.
She wanted to keep rubbing against him. It felt so good. So, so good.
Her pussy spasmed, clenching for attention. She moaned.
Wyatt slid his hand up her spine, gathered her hair in his hand, and held her still. Her head went back. Her jaw dropped. Her breasts popped free of her bra.
Coming undone, she teetered on the edge when Wyatt slid his cock inside of her and reached around her hip and fingered her clit from the front. Filled with him, she bucked back against his body.
Her sex tingled, and she panted.
The roughness of his calloused finger, the pressure on her head, the fullness of him inside consumed her. She moaned loudly, her orgasm stealing her breath.
She quivered, all her strength going to the pleasure spreading throughout her.
His hand moved away from between her legs and clasped her hip. He slid in and out, harder, faster.
The hair on his thighs caressed the back of her legs. She rocked back and forth, coming up on the toes of her heels under his power.
He grunted and buried himself deep from behind her, and he let go of her hair. Her head fell forward between her arms. If it wasn't for him holding her hips, she would've melted to the floor.
Wyatt's body heaved, inhaling deeply. "Look at your fingernails, tiger."
She raised her head, opened her eyes, and looked at her hands, grasping the edge of the kitchen counter. Her fingertips were white, holding on for dear life as she tried to
