Page 23 of Finding Her Panthers

“Helpful information?” I ask hopefully, more concerned he won't give me more than a two-word answer.

“Maybe.”

This is going to get old quickly.

“Listen, I don’t know how much you heard, but I can explain.” I start to address the elephant in the room while he stops us outside a door. He pulls out keys to unlock it, stepping in and allowing me to enter. “It’s not what—” I cut off with a surprised squeak as he firmly grasped my waist and pushed me back into the now-closed door. “Umm.”

“You don’t think I want to fuck you?” he asks harshly. He uses one hand to keep me against the door at my waist, and his other lightly circles the back of my neck with enough pressure to tilt my head up.

All I can do is stare up at his beautiful face twisted in anger, not knowing where to put my hands. I lay them on his chest. Now I’m distracted by his amazingly sculpted chest. I wonder how often he works out.

“Do you know how many times in the last twenty-four hours I thought about being inside of you? How many positions could I put you in?” He leans down towards me.

Now I’m distracted and turned the fuck on. It’s so unfair for a man as stunning as he is to have long eyelashes and still be so manly.

It’s been too long without answering, judging by his annoyed look. I try again, clearing my throat. “How many?” Crap, not what I wanted to say at all.

He huffs out a startled laugh. “Too many. The things I want to do to you would scare you.”

“Try me.” Wow, this is not going how I anticipated.

His hand flexes on my neck as he lets out a low growl that I feel throughout my body. “If you knew what I like, you wouldn’t say that,” he says harshly in my ear, letting his warm breath caress me.

“Is that why you stay away?” I ask softly.

“One of them.”

“Going to tell me the others?” My hands caress his chest and move down to his waist to grab on when his hand travels around to my back, fisting the back of my shirt.

“Maybe, not now.” His lips have found my shoulder that is exposed by my shirt. Hesitating before placing little kisses there.

“I’ll wait,” I gasp as he sucks.

“Good,” he says quietly. “How fast do you think I can make you come?”

This time I really choke on air. “Uh.”

He pulls his head back to stare intently, watching me carefully. Releasing the back of my shirt, he slowly slides his hand to the front of my jeans. Time seems to stand still as he undoes my button. The sound of my zipper is the only noise in the room besides my harsh breathing. I suck in as his fingertips slowly kiss the top of my underwear, teasing, then slightly dipping inside. I fight the urge to close my eyes in pleasure. I don’t remember the last time someone has touched me like this. It makes all the difference that it’s Blue now.

My hips buck as he finally reaches where I want him to be. He touches me softly, learning what I feel like, watching my reactions, adjusting when he finds a place that makes me moan. My girly bits, as Penny would say, rejoice.

He steps closer, pushing me into the hardwood behind me even more, wholly surrounding me with this scent and his warmth. My nails dig into his back uncontrollably. My panther is on her back, totally satisfied with the direction this is going.

The heat is growing, his fingers working me, knowing how to touch. Sliding them at just the right angle to pull deeper moans from my lips. This man doesn’t need to be told where the g-spot is. He could teach a class on it.

I’m so close to exploding all over his hand when he dips his head and latches onto my nipple, through my shirt and bra, sucking hard. I throw my head back, groaning in ecstasy, the orgasm consuming me. He gives one more suck, then releases it so he can take my lips in a deep, demanding kiss, leaving his fingers inside me, stroking leisurely as he explores my mouth.

He breaks away suddenly but keeps one hand on my waist. Which I’m grateful for, fearing I would be a mushy puddle on the floor. Then he does something in my limited experience I have never seen but secretly thought would be naughty but hot. He removes his hand from my underwear slowly, looks me in the eye, and sucks them into his mouth. He. Sucks. Them. I was right. It is naughty, but oh so hot!

“Not that long,” he growls, a satisfied gleam in his eyes.

“What?” I think my brain has gone on vacation.

“You ok?” he asks, concerned.

I can’t tear my eyes from his fingers. I think it’s safe to say he is not as unaffected by me as I thought.

“Babe.” He stifles a laugh.

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