Page 13 of Choosing Jenny
I launched myself at Tiger and kissed him. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed the comfort of him. Crawling onto his lap in the captain’s chair, I pulled off my shirt then pressed my lips to his again.
He broke the kiss, and we were both breathing hard. “What are you doing?”
“I want to feel better.”
Tiger studied my face for only a second before the tension in his jaw softened. He smiled, gentle and affectionate, and kissed me again, this time wrapping his arms fully around me. His hands slid beneath my thighs, and then I was airborne, lifted effortlessly against his chest as he stood.
I clung to his broad shoulders as he carried me through the corridor to the captain’s quarters—my bedroom on the ship—and set me on the bed. I started unbuttoning my pants but became distracted as Tiger stripped away his uniform.
His gray skin in the low light of my room made him appear almost black, like Mal. Unlike Mal, Tiger was tall and lean, like a volleyball player I had dated in high school. Mal was built more like a linebacker and shorter than Tiger. Both of them were Ladrian, though, which meant they had more muscles than a human man. Their abs had abs. I marveled at his masculine beauty, as he tugged my pants off.
Once I was naked, too, he stood at the end of the bed between my feet. He was half-hard and entirely focused on me. His eyes toured every inch of my skin before he even laid a finger on my body. Then, he locked eyes with me, took my ankle in his hand and kissed the inside of it.
He moved up my leg, kissing my calf next, followed by my inner thigh. Quietly, he murmured, “Jenny, no matter what happens, I love you.”
My heart seemed to stop. “What do you mean, no matter what happens?”
“Exactly what I said. No matter what Mal did on that island, no matter what the future holds, I love you and I always will.”
He moved up my body, his mouth mapping a slow, burning trail across my skin. He kissed my stomach, then bit gently at theunderside of my breast. I twitched beneath him, my body on fire for him. By the time he reached my mouth again, I was already half undone.
A lock of his black hair had fallen in front of his amber brown eyes. I brushed it back and when I did, he kissed the inside of my wrist.
I smiled up at him. “I love you, too, Tiger.”
The tension in his eyes faded as he kissed me again. I wrapped my legs around him, angling myself at his fully hardened cock. The head of his shaft glided along my slit, not entering, just grazing, teasing until I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached between us and notched him at my entrance, and I moaned as he slowly, gradually, eased into me.
Ladrians were not small. Not in girth or length, and Tiger was no exception. The stretch of him made me gasp, but the sensation of fullness, of beingtaken, filled something more than just my body. I pushed against him, hungry for more.
But he held back. Careful and protective. His restraint made me want him even more. I tightened my legs around him, needing him deeper. He groaned into my mouth, the sound guttural and raw. His body trembled with the effort to hold himself in check.
I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled his head back so I could look into his eyes. “I need you, Tiger.”
“You have me,” he said huskily.
“I needallof you.” I bit my bottom lip, then added, “Please, just a little more.”
He exhaled hard and touched my cheek gently. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Get on your back for me,” I urged him.
He hesitated a moment before he wrapped his arms beneath me then rolled onto his back, keeping me impaled on his cock as he settled onto the mattress.
“Better?” he asked.
I nodded and sat up, bracing my palms on his chest. Then, I began to move, slow and rhythmic, taking more of him inside of me with every roll of my hips. He filled me the way I needed, pressing against places I didn’t know could feel so good. His girth stretched me until I felt like I might break apart, and I still wanted more.
His hands left my hips for my breasts, and he cupped them in those large, hot hands. He plucked at my nipples, and that pain/pleasure sent me right to the edge of release. I could feel his cock swell and throb inside of me, and knew he was close, too.
“Tiger…” I moaned desperately, watching as his eyes rolled and his head dug into the pillow. “I’m going to come.”
“Gods, yes,” he growled. “Come for me, baby.”
I shattered. My pussy clamped tight around him, spasming in wave after wave of molten pleasure until I forgot everything. My name, my fears, the future…none of it mattered.
Only this. Only him. Only us.
Tiger’s hands returned to my hips, forcing me up and down on his cock, as much as I could take, while his body bucked beneath me. His back arched as he came in a roar, pulsing inside of me.
