Page 42 of Stripe Theory (The Matchmaker’s Book Club #8)

FORTY-ONE

L ater, curled together on the blanket, Alora traced the stripes that had emerged on his forearms. His tiger always came closer to the surface when they kissed, which she found fascinating both scientifically and personally.

“I can hear you thinking,” he murmured into her hair.

“Just wondering what other interesting reactions I might be able to provoke. For science, of course.”

His laugh rumbled through his chest. “Of course.”

She propped herself up on an elbow to look at him properly. The usual tension had eased from his face, making him look younger, more relaxed. His fingers played with her hair as he watched her with soft eyes.

“What?” she asked.

“Just wondering how I got so lucky.”

“Pretty sure I’m the lucky one. Not every girl gets a sexy tiger shifter who puts up with her crazy experiments.”

“Put up with?” He raised an eyebrow. “I admire your crazy experiments. Even when they explode.”

“Especially when they explode?”

“Especially then.” He pulled her down for a sweet, lingering kiss. “Though maybe warn me next time before you turn lab equipment into weapons.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

His phone buzzed, making them both sigh. But it was just Maya: Sierra’s stable. Take your time. But not too much time because we all know what you’re doing up there.

Alora groaned. “She’s never going to let us live this down.”

“Don’t care.” Rehan tossed the phone aside and rolled them so she was beneath him. “Now, where were we?”

“I believe,” she wrapped her arms around his neck, “you were helping me with some very important scientific research.”

His eyes glowed amber in the starlight. “Happy to assist.”

Their kiss tasted of promise and possibility. Tomorrow they would face Leeta’s schemes and fight to protect their people. But tonight was theirs – filled with stolen kisses, shared laughter, and the certainty that whatever came next, they would face it together.

Back in his office, they kissed on the sofa for what seemed like forever. Rehan caressed every part of her.

“Rehan, you’re driving me insane. Please, I want you so much.”

He met her gaze. “Are you sure?”

She glanced at his lips and then back at his eyes. “There’s zero probability of me changing my mind.”

He kissed her chest, and she damn near lost her mind.

He cupped her face and devoured her with his lips. His sinful tongue drove in and out, daring hers to join in.

Rehan pushed her legs open, pressing his hips into the curve of her crotch. He was so hard and only made her feel more need. She had to get him naked.

Raking her hands down his chest, she curled her fingers around the seam of his shirt and yanked the fabric open, tearing buttons off.

“Are you feeling a little aggressive,” he joked.

She growled and pulled the shirt off. Her pussy clenched at the same time his abs contracted. Her breaths pumped in and out of her lungs, burning with each drag of air she took.

“Go ahead, beautiful,” he rumbled, his voice so deep and gravelly she ached. “Touch me. Do it.”

She gulped hard, keeping her gaze locked onto his, while she shoved his pants down his hips until they fell around his legs. Her vision darted south so fast, one would think she’d been forced to look. His long, hard cock stood proud. He was big. And it only excited her more.

Her eyes widened when his cock stiffened more. Wow. Her sex clenched just thinking of him inside her. She slid her hand over the velvety flesh of his erection, loving the smooth-as-silk texture along with the steely hardness.

He groaned. “I love you touching me, Alora. Your hands on me.”

After the rest of her clothes came off in a flurry, she was back to adoring his body with her eyes. The pulsing vein under his cock had her licking her lips, wanting so badly to get a taste. Former partners had always tried to force oral sex on her, but this time, she wanted to put him in her mouth all on her own.

His gaze fell on her breasts. He licked and bit his lip. Her heart swelled with pride. Every second of that lust-filled hunger in his eyes made her weak at the knees.

The color of Rehan’s eyes had turned super-charged gold. His lips descended over hers in a rough, rugged tasting. She tried to keep up, but he was a man on a mission. He nibbled down her neck, her chest, and attached to a nipple. He sucked. She forgot how to breathe.

She moaned. She swore the soft, breathy sound came from someone else. “Rehan...”

Her body felt aflame from the inside. He pushed her back on the sofa, spreading her legs wide, leaving her open for his viewing pleasure.

“Ah, damn.” He inhaled hard and knelt between her thighs, licking his lips with a deep inhale. “You smell so fucking delicious, Alora.”

She didn’t know how true that was, but she’d take his word for it. He placed her thighs over his shoulders, her feet curling around the back of his neck.

Her breath thinned in her throat as she watched his head descend between her thighs. He licked up her pussy lips, spreading them open to flatten his tongue on her clit. The sensation was extraordinary. A strange sound came from him. It sounded like a purr. The soft grumbling, purr vibration sent shudders racing up her spine.

“What the hell did you do?”

“Like that?”

“Like it? More like love it. Do. It. Again! Don’t ever stop doing it.”

He chuckled softly, his breath hovering above her sex. “I’ve got more where that came from.”

He sucked her clit hard enough to make her ass come off the cushion, and a scream fall from her lips. “Oh, my god!”

She gripped the fabric under her, tugging and pulling, trying to control the shudders taking hold of her body. Rehan licked and laved her sex with so much speed, she could barely catch her breath. Her belly quivered. Tension rose in her veins.

Her orgasm took her by surprise.

He slid two fingers over her entrance, wetting them and then driving them into her channel. He didn’t stop. He fucked her quickly, his moves driven as if he were grinding his hips into her sex. She gasped, her body so turned on she could barely remember how to breathe. He fingered her and flicked his tongue on her clit in quick circles so fast, she swore there was a motor in his tongue.

Her climax blindsided her. She took hold of Rehan’s hair to hang on for the ride. Her hips rocked back and forth on his face. Waves of pure pleasure crashed through her, taking every ounce of common sense with them. She gasped out a choked moan.

There was little time to catch her breath. He moved up and held her legs up around his waist.

“I need inside you,” he growled.

What? Yes! She spread her thighs wide and watched him slide down over her.

“Let me in,” he grunted.

He pressed the head of his cock into her, the girth more than she’d ever had. She gripped the sofa’s arm when he lifted her ass. One slow, smooth drive, and he was in her. Filling her. If possible, his hot hard length grew bigger inside her.

He pulled back only to slam back in. Harder. Another pull back, and she moaned for more. “You’re perfect.”

“You feel so good inside me.”

He pulled back and thrust deeper. “Know what feels better? Your pussy gripping my cock.” He groaned and plunged hard. “You like me deep inside you?”

She gulped back the moans in her throat. “I do. I love it.”

She opened her mouth to say more, but he drove harder and faster into her. He pressed a thumb on her clit, flicking it back and forth at the same time he fucked her.

Her back came up. A thunderstorm of pleasure shook her to the core.

He growled, his cock hot and deep inside her.

She lost the ability to control her legs. They shook with the force of her orgasm. His drives slowed until he was tense and jerking into her body, sending jets of semen into her channel.

Feeling sated and protected, she drifted off to sleep in his arms and knew there was absolutely no questioning she was his mate.