Free Taken by Night: BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (Night and Day Ink Book 4) by Milly Taiden Page B

purr slid past her lips. She tried to hide it by clearing her throat. “Yes, I’m fine.”
    She leaned into him involuntarily. “You smell good.”
    Aw, shit. She’d lost control of her body. Her gaze slid down from his sexy mouth, down his scruffy jaw to the loosened tie and hint of pale skin from his not fully buttoned shirt. The urge to lick him hit her hard in the chest. Lord, she needed to get the hell out of there or she’d dry hump the guy without his consent.
    The man’s fingers tightened on her arms and he inhaled deep. The move was one of his animal. She knew that.
    “ You smell fucking delicious.”
    Her already slick pussy ached from how rough he said the words. She took a deep breath and her tigress pushed hard for control. The scent of man, animal and sex burned into her body and turned her into a hormonal mess. She tried to pull out of his grasp. “Sorry, I need to go.”
    Instead of letting her go, he pulled her in, pressing her body to his. The fact they had clothes on made no difference to how good it felt to have him that close. He lifted a hand to cup her neck and used the other to hold her to him around her waist. “Don’t go,” he breathed, inhaling again. “I can tell you’re in heat. Let me help you.”
    Help? Was he out of his mind? She didn’t know him. He could be a psychopath. Her stupid tigress didn’t seem to care how much danger she could be under. All she wanted was his hands on her and his cock in her.
    She licked her lips, hating how much she liked the feel of his much taller and toned body over hers. She had to glance up to continue looking into his eyes. “You can’t help me. I’ve got pills.”
    A predatory smile slid over his lips and a hungry glint filled his gaze. “You’re way past drugs and you know it.”
    Fuck. “Look, I’m sure you mean well—”
    She didn’t get a chance to finish talking. He brought his lips down in a flash, filling her mouth with his tongue. A louder purr vibrated through her body. She’d lost her fucking mind. This man, this stranger, was kissing her and did she stop him? Nope. She sucked on his tongue and let him grope her ass like they were teenagers on their first make out session.

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    Oh, but he felt amazing. He kissed her hard. Deep. Sure. Like she was his and he knew every button to press to get her hotter. She blazed with need from the inside. Her body ached, begging for release. They twined their tongues, rubbing, sucking, and adding a new dimension of pleasure.
    Common sense kicked her in the head. What was she doing? This was a total stranger. He could be married with kids and she was in the middle of the sidewalk letting him grope her. She needed help. Tearing her lips from him, she pushed out of his hold. “I don’t know you,” she huffed. “You could be married with kids or a serial killer for all I know.” She ran a shaky hand through her loose hair, pushing it away from her face. “I’m sorry, but I don’t do that.”
    She shook her head, seeing the denial in his face, but not waiting for whatever he was going to say. She rushed off without looking back. When she got to her building, she ignored the elevator for the stairs, dashing up the single flight holding her back from her ability to purr to her heart’s content.
    With her keys in hand, she struggled to open her door of her apartment with her shaky fingers. Shit. Another purr rolled up her throat. This wasn’t going to be good. Sucking in a breath, she groaned at the scent of the wolf still following her. Fuck, she was going to be in trouble if she didn’t stop thinking of him soon. Her mind played that kiss over and over again, until she forgot she was standing at her door, not moving.
    “I’m not married.”
    She gasped, turning to see the hot as hell man from the street just a few feet away.
    She gulped, trying to tame the animal wildly asking for his touch. “What?”
    “I’m not married. I don’t have kids. I’m not in any kind of