Free Tiger Born by Tressie Lockwood Page B

scream in release. Heath raised her up a few inches, only to let her fall hard on his cock. He crushed her to him in the next second to grind hard into her snatch until she thought she would faint. His roughness both turned her on and frightened her. She didn’t want him to stop, and his wild passion incited her lust.
    He pushed the button to make his chair go back as far as possible to give them more room. Deja leaned away from him. He raised her legs higher so they both could see his shaft sliding in and out of her heat. “Yes,” he growled. “I’ve waited too long to have you. You feel so good around me, Deja. Faster! You’re going to make me explode!”
    She arched her back and braced herself on his lap. Their bodies pounded together over and over until an orgasm began to build. She shut her eyes, but Heath wasn’t having that.
    “No, open your eyes, Deja. I want you to look at me while you come.”
    “I can’t,” she panted. “It’s too good.”
    He squeezed one of her breasts, and she whimpered. When he caught the tip between his thumb and forefinger, her pussy gushed. She came screaming his name and never took her eyes off him. Seconds after, he pulled her to his chest and held her in place. Hot come flooded her channel, making her quiver from head to toe.
    After they both calmed down, he allowed her to climb into her seat. He unbuttoned his shirt and held it out to her. “Put this on.”
    She frowned. “My dress is okay. You didn’t tear it.”
    He waved the shirt, and she took it.
    “We could get into trouble if we’re pulled over, you know?”
    He didn’t appear to be worried, but she realized after she’d pinched the last button into its hole, the act of her wearing his shirt with nothing on underneath and riding in his truck seemed to turn him on. He tucked his cock away in his pants, but she saw that it had already begun to grow again. Heath would want more sex when they got home, and she didn’t mind a bit.

Chapter Six
     
    Deja buttoned her capris and pulled her top down over them. She turned sideways to check out her reflection at the back and decided the outfit looked nice and cool for visiting Heath at the office. She intended to invite him to lunch, and then she’d break down and hit him up for money. Now that they were engaged and working on their relationship, she didn’t feel so determined not to accept his help—well, every once in a while. She had slept at the house last night but then came back to her apartment today. Heath had protested, but she wanted to do things right. She didn’t want to make decisions because they thought they had to, being mated, but because both of them were on the same track. If they were to get to that place, then their decisions had to be theirs and not what was expected as shifters. Even with this argument, the only way she’d gotten him to agree to let her stay in her place was to assure him the cootchie was not off-limits. She laughed remembering his reaction to her use of such a word and then to her promise. The man’s desire seemed to grow by the hour.
    She let herself out of the apartment and locked the door, then jogged down the steps to the street. Her place sat just a few blocks from Siberia’s “city hall,” where Ward kept his offices. The building was more like three large rooms and a kitchen, but recently Ward had been talking about expanding. She understood that he needed more room now that he dragged Heath into working with him, but the man also had to understand Heath craved the outdoors. He lived for the day he could start up another ranch, and she only wished there was land available close enough to Siberia that he could buy.
    Deja pulled the front door of Ward’s offices open and peeked around it. The wide hall sat empty, and she stepped inside. The cool interior was a welcome change from the heat of the Texas sun, and she ran a hand over her damp forehead. The walls had been painted a mustard yellow, and the framed