Page 20 of Claiming His Virgin Mate

“Damn, kit, that is some grip you got there,” he grumbled, but went with her when she tugged him close, only to release him with a shove.

The office was empty, thank fuck. No one else should be privy to what she was about to say. But hey, he was being a jerk, and that meant all bets were off. Maggie was pissed.

“Listen here, you overgrown furball,” she hissed, “You don’t get to go all macho on me when you haven’t said two words about anything other than work since day one. Who the heck do you think you are? Growling at a guy for talking to me!”

Blue eyes followed her every move, but she was not about to be moved by his steady stare or his adorably disheveled appearance. Sweaty from his run, which apparently was a daily thing, according to Charley Maccon.

Shit. The Tiger Shifter looked good enough to eat, but Maggie needed to make a point here. Only, she’d damn near forgotten what it was.

“No. You are not going to fool me again,” she shook her head, “Now, stop looking at me like that. You’ve been ignoring me for days, and the first time I smile at a man you go all growly on me? Well, that is not going to work,” she said, trying to keep her mind on the reason she’d dragged him in there.

It was pretty dang difficult, considering the way he was standing there, staring at her like she was the last cookie in the jar. Hell, Maggie couldn’t remember the last time a guy had looked at her like that. And there was the additional fact that she was doing plenty of looking herself.

The tank top he wore was tight and practically sheer where his sweat had soaked through the fabric, revealing rippling, tanned muscles. The shorts he wore should’ve looked ridiculous since they ended a good six inches above his knees, but fuck, they were hot too, revealing his long, thickly muscled thighs and calves.

He was built like a professional athlete. With rugby player muscle, and a soccer player’s lean, long limbs. Simply put, the man had a body that would not quit.

Embarrassed by the way she was sizing him up like a piece of meat on the auction block, Maggie blinked and looked away. Even in her own mind, she sounded like some kind of sex maniac. Coming from a virgin that was something else.

But what could she say? He’d had her all hot and bothered since their almost kiss that very first night.

“Well?” she asked a little more loudly than intended, “What do you have to say for yourself?”

But Alex didn’t respond with a word. Oh no. Mr. suave and sexy simply growled again, only this time the sound went straight to her core, igniting a burning desire so potent she felt the whole room starting to close in on her.

He closed the space between them with two purposeful steps. Then he was looming over her, Maggie’s face in his gigantic hands, and before she could register the fact he was touching her, he leaned in and inhaled a deep breath.

Dear God, he was touching her. Yes. Finally.Her body hummed in anticipation as he angled her head and met her gaze with his own sapphire eyes burning. His message was clearer than the roar he’d fired off when she was talking with Tim.

It was right there in his poignant, unwavering stare. Alex was telling her without words what he wanted, and damn if she didn’t want it too. Then he pressed his lips against hers in a kiss that left her knees knocking and heart pounding.

Maggie moaned under the pressure of his mouth, giving him the opening he seemed to be waiting for. Then the kiss turned deeper, lustier, rocking her to her very core.

She tasted him on her tongue, and it was everything she’d imagined. Spicy and exotic, like mangos and habanero peppers. She’d craved those plump lips of his ever since he’d told her that very first night that he’d wanted her.

I want you.Those were his words.

“I’ve been dying for a taste of you, kit. Dreaming about kissing you since I first saw you leaning over the balcony,” he growled against her lips.

“Oh yeah? With all that sludge in your eyes?” she quipped.

“Only the left one,” he returned, nipping her with his teeth, “my right eye was perfectly clear.”

“Was it?” she moaned when he backed her up against the wall.

He leaned into her, parting her thighs with his hard, hot body. Then he was there, the steel length of him pressing against the apex of her thighs.

“Want you,” he growled, ignoring her sassy comments while he gripped her waist with his hands and lifted her clear off the floor.

“I’m too heavy,” she gasped as he ran his tongue and teeth over her neck to the deep v of her t-shirt.

“You’re perfect,” he growled, and she snapped her eyes to his, “say it,” he commanded.

“I’m not,oh god,” she moaned when his mouth closed over her hardened nipple but pulled up when she couldn’t speak.

“Gonna say it, kit? Or I stop here and now,” he said, but then his mouth closed over her again.

“Say it,” he commanded with his mouth full of her breast.

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