The Jaguar's Beach Bride: BBW Jaguar Shifter Paranormal Romance (Shifters of Coral Beach Book 1) (6 page)

“Is that what you want?” he asked. His voice was little more than a growl, low and deep and seductive.

At least she knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

She nodded, then forced herself to say the words. “Yes, yes. If you do too, of course.”

Brennan laughed, and the sound of it echoed through Mina’s body. “Oh Wilhelmina, you have no idea. I’ve been thinking of you all day; the fact that you called me just gave me a convenient excuse to come over.”

“It did?”

Brennan brushed his thumb across her mouth before leaning down and kissing her throat. He tongued it, silky and hot. Mina shivered.

“You have no idea how desirable you are, do you?” he asked.

She didn’t know, but she wanted to know. She had never thought of herself as a woman who could drive a man crazy—Paul certainly hadn’t seemed fazed by losing her company—and Brennan’s words caused her heart to pound so hard she saw stars. It was unbelievable, all of it, she must be dreaming. She’d wake up in the morning and realize that none of it had ever happened and Brennan was still an unattainable dream.

But then he kissed the side of her neck, inhaled her scent, before trailing his mouth down to her shoulder. He nipped her then, soothing the bite of pain with a hot lick. Mina reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck because she wasn’t sure she could keep standing up straight with him doing this to her. And he hadn’t even kissed her. She trembled and moaned as he kissed her throat, her chin, his mouth hot and relentless against her skin.

“I want to eat you up,” he murmured. “I want to kiss and lick and stroke and taste every single inch of you. Kiss your breasts and lick your nipples and taste your juices and tongue your hot little clit until you can’t stand it any longer, and you come against my mouth, over and over again.”

Mina was in a daze. No man had ever spoken like this to her, and she loved it. She wanted more of it, all of it, but then he captured her mouth and she changed her mind. She didn’t want words: she wanted his kisses until she could no longer tell where her body began and his ended.

The kiss was as sweet as the one at the store earlier, but it changed into something hot and demanding within moments. Brennan’s tongue entered her mouth, stroking her tongue with hot sweeps, thrusting in and out like he was mimicking thrusting in and out of her body with his hot cock. Mina bent backward, taking as much of him as she could. He tasted like sandalwood and mint.

He tasted like nothing she’d ever experienced before.

He kissed her until her mouth felt bruised, and when he pulled away, she whimpered. She could feel his mouth quirk upward in a smile.

“Can I take you to bed?” he asked in a hoarse whisper.

Mina loved that she could drive him wild.

She nodded vigorously. “Please, yes, please.”

Brennan swooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed, tossing her lightly onto it. He didn’t let her go, though, but instead crawled on top of her and caught her wrists in his hands, a supplicant beneath him. His tongue entered her mouth again and then he moved to suck her bottom lip, and Mina arched upward, wordlessly asking for more.

“Sit up,” he said, and he let go of her wrists.

Mina sat up, and Brennan stripped her tank top off of her, tossing it into the corner. She could just make out his hazy figure in the moonlight, but she knew he was gazing at her with an intensity that set her entire body ablaze. She almost covered herself, but forced herself to be brave. Instead, Mina lay back down on the bed, breasts bare and nipples hardened to rosy peaks, and she heard Brennan’s intake of breath.

“So beautiful. So pale and pink and silky soft.”

“You haven’t even touched me yet,” Mina said, suddenly feeling like the most sensual woman in the world. One who would say words like this to a man like Brennan.

“You’re right. And that’s something I’m going to change right now.” He crawled up her body until his head was level with her breasts.

Her heart pounded so hard she wondered how it didn’t explode from her chest. He licked the tip of one nipple and then blew a breath of cool air. She gasped, and he chuckled.

“So sensitive,” he murmured, brushing his thumb against that nipple, circling the areola over and over, watching the nipple bead even tighter.

Mina felt like a spring that was becoming so taut that it bordered on pain. And he’d barely even touched her yet.

He swirled the tip of his tongue around the pink areola then, still avoiding the sensitive peak of her nipple, and she couldn’t help but thread her fingers through his dark hair. “What do you want me to do, Mina? Tell me.”

She shifted. “Kiss me.”

Brennan kissed her breast, but it wasn’t enough. “Like that?”

She knew he was toying with her, and she pulled his hair a little. “You know what I mean. Oh God, Brennan…”

“I don’t know, so you’ll have to tell me.”

Mina scrunched her toes into the sheets, hips lifting against Brennan’s stomach. He continued to play with her, lightly licking but only to tease her into an agony she had never known existed.

“Please, suck me,” she whispered so softly she didn’t know if Brennan had even heard her.

“Where, sweetheart? Where do you want me to suck you?”

“My breasts,” and she added with a tilt of her hips, “and my pussy. Please.”

Brennan laughed darkly, pinching one of her nipples. “My sweet little Mina, I’ll suck you until you scream my name.”

And Brennan made good on his promise.

He took her left nipple into his mouth as his hand molded her right breast, flicking that nipple with a fingernail as he sucked her left breast with a pressure that left Mina without any coherent thought. She scrabbled at his back, pulled his hair, felt moisture dripping from her pussy already, and then he transferred his mouth to her other breast until her breasts were so sensitive that a mere brush of his fingers sent her body into a tailspin.

That was when he began kissing his way down her body, swirling a tongue in her belly button, before he pulled off her shorts and panties without her even realizing he was doing it. But it didn’t matter. She didn’t care if every inch of her was revealed to him. She didn’t care if he could see the curve of her belly or how wide her hips were. He worshiped her body like no man ever had, and when he parted her thighs, she didn’t hide. Instead, she widened her legs even further, urging him to touch her and taste.

Brennan inhaled a breath and growled. “You’re so wet for me. And I haven’t even touched you yet here.”

“Yes, touch me. Make me come.”

“I’ll do better than that. I’ll make you scream and come and scream and come again.” Brennan parted her folds with a long finger, slicking his finger through her juices. “I’ll make your pussy so hot and so wet that you won’t be able to remember your own name.”

She pushed against his hand. “God, yes, Brennan.”

He played with her, stroking and dancing around where she wanted him most, and she moaned to the ceiling but he paid no attention to her desperation. With a slowness that made Mina want to scream, he entered a finger within her, and her body clutched at it, desperate for fullness. He crooked the finger and thrust inside of her, brushing against that spot inside of her that made her crazed with longing. But when he finally placed his thumb against her clit and rubbed, his index finger thrusting in and out of her wet sheath, Mina could barely stop the head-to-toe trembling of her body and the gasping of her breath. She didn’t even know what she was saying anymore, just a litany of pleading and begging.

He pushed harder against her clit and thrust in another finger. Mina tilted her hips upward in supplication, moving in the rhythm he had started. She was so close, on the brink and about to fall off the cliff. And then when he replaced his thumb with his mouth on her clit and sucked, she detonated. As she moaned loud and low, her entire body shook.

But Brennan didn’t let up. Even as she came down from her orgasm, he continued fingering her, faster and faster as he mouthed her clit. Mina tilted her head back against the pillows and clamped his head between her thighs, hardly paying attention to what she was doing. She was pure sensation, crystal-clear pleasure, so hot and desperate that she wondered if she would ever come back to her body after this.

“Come for me again,” Brennan told her.

He reached up to fondle her breast as he thrust his fingers into her wetness and sucked on her already sensitive clit. The previous orgasm built up again, a tightening ball that built and built and built until Mina could barely breathe.

That was when she came apart, screaming. She never made this much noise during sex, but Brennan had taken over her body and she had no control over it anymore. Mina didn’t even care at this point as the orgasm filled her limbs for what seemed like an eternity before she collapsed, gasping for air. Dizziness caused her to close her eyes, and she laughed softly. He’d taken her to an entirely new plane of pleasure—something she’d never expected.

Mina breathed, trying to calm her pounding heart. Brennan had moved up her body until he lay beside her, petting her side, like he was trying to calm her.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” Mina said over and over again. “I think you’ve killed me.”

She turned to see him smile like a cat who’d caught the canary. He brushed her sweaty hair from her forehead before kissing her mouth, sweetly and even—dare she think it?—lovingly. “I’m glad.”

She glanced down then, seeing the outline of his erection against his jeans. She realized he hadn’t gotten any kind of pleasure, only focusing on her, and she reached for him. But he stayed her hand. “But what about you?” she asked.

“This was about you tonight.”

She bit her lip. “But—”

He pressed a finger to her mouth. “Next time.”

Her heart contracted at the idea.
Next time.
Who would’ve thought there would be even one time, let alone a next time?

“Okay.” And she was suddenly glad at his desire to wait, because she was so exhausted she could barely keep her eyes open anymore. He’d wrung everything out of her body, and a delicious languor filled her limbs.

“Sleep, Mina. I’ll watch over you.”

The last thing she felt was his lips against her forehead before she fell asleep.

Chapter Eight

When Brennan opened his eyes the next morning, he looked up at an unfamiliar ceiling—since when did he have a ceiling fan?—and then promptly remembered where he was. And who he was with.

Turning his head, he looked at Mina, still fast asleep against him. She was nude, and he could just make out the rosy top of a nipple above the sheets. She mumbled in her sleep, stretching against him, and he hardened and had to stop himself from groaning.

When he’d gotten Mina’s text to come over, he truly hadn’t been expecting to sleep with her. But when she’d come into his room and asked him to make love to her? Well, who was he to say no to that? He’d wanted her the moment he’d laid eyes on her yesterday. This had just happened a bit faster than expected.

Brennan stroked her blond hair with gentle fingers: like silk streamers, and smelling of jasmine. He desperately wanted to kiss her awake, turn her over and plunge into her sweet, curvy body, and hear that low moan of hers when she got close to her peak. Damn, she was sexy, and the perfect little package of sultry and genuine. Brennan brushed a strand of her from her forehead, and he watched as her eyelashes fluttered before opening her eyes.

It took her a second to remember what happened, and he watched with pleasure as a flush crawled up her face.

“Uh, good morning,” she stammered. “What time is it?”

Brennan glanced behind him to the alarm clock. “Almost six thirty.”

Mina groaned, rubbing her eyes. “I have to be at the store by eight. But I do not want to get out of this bed.”

“So don’t.” Brennan peeled back the covers to reveal her body in the light of the morning. Creamy, pink, curvy, he wanted to stroke her body and touch her everywhere. Sure, he could see anyone well in the darkness thanks to his jaguar senses, but there was nothing like gazing upon a lover in the morning light.

Mina smiled tentatively up at him. “Don’t you have work to get to?”

“Not until ten. Besides, I can say I got lost since I just moved here.”

She laughed. “And they have no idea that you grew up here and know the town like the back of your hand?”

“You’d be surprised what people will believe if you say it with enough conviction.” He brushed a hand down her stomach, and he watched as she sucked in, indenting her abdomen above her belly button. “And right now, I’m saying with as much conviction as I can: I’m not leaving this bed until I absolutely have to.”

He transferred his gaze to her face, and Mina was wide-eyed, her lips slightly parted. Brennan leaned down and kissed her above her belly button before swirling his tongue in the small crevice. He licked his way upward until he reached her breasts, where he stayed for some time. She shifted and moaned beneath him, and he lightly bit a nipple, then soothed it with his tongue.

Tangling her fingers in his hair, Mina murmured, “You never got yours last night.”

“You’re right, I didn’t.”

“Well, don’t think I don't appreciate”—and here she gasped when he sucked her left nipple hard—“your thoroughness, but it would be cruel to make you go without for a second time in a row.”

“Hmm, probably.” He buried his face between her breasts and inhaled: sweat and jasmine. He tongued the skin above her sternum.

“What I’m saying is, is that I’d like for you to get yours this morning.”

He kissed her collarbone, bit her shoulder, licked her throat.

“So what is it you want, Mina?” he eventually rumbled.

He loved playing with her like this. She was surprisingly modest, and he enjoyed making her squirm in every possible way.

She sighed. “I hate you,” but she said it with a smile, belying her declaration.

He felt her undulate against him, also showing him how much she didn’t hate what he was doing. “And I love making you say exactly what you want.”