Hollywood Tiger: BBW Tiger Shifter Paranormal Romance (Hollywood Shifters Book 3)

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stepped into the spray. Then she looked around, feeling a sneakily secret delight in using his soap and shampoo.
    A sudden, nearly overwhelming urge to shift so she could sniff him all over and imprint all his wonderful scents made her clutch at the shower wall. Wow. What was that? She’d never felt that before.
    Terror at being discovered effectively doused the sleepy, sexy feelings, and she feverishly poured shampoo on her head and scrubbed until her hair lay in wet worms on her face.
    A light knock at the bathroom door, and Dennis’s muffled voice came through. “Room for two in there?”
    Mindy ran her fingers through her soggy hair as her entire body flashed and tingled. She could let herself have a little more fun—it wasn’t like he’d interrogate her in the shower! “Come on in! The water’s fine.”
    She’d never shared a shower with a guy before. Heck, she’d never made love during the day before. It had always been decorously in the dark, her body hidden by bedcovers, after which she whisked herself into her shrouding bathrobe. She shivered with daring, then winced.
    Stupid! The reality was sure to be elbows bumping and water hogging and maybe he’d think her too large for the space, or look critically at her creases and folds, but when he stepped in and smiled down at her at that way she couldn’t define, little aftershocks of pleasure throbbed through her, making her breathless with anticipation.
    He said, “You’re the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. May I soap you down?”
    “Okay?” she said, totally not expecting that.
    He started at the top of her head. Not scrubbing as she’d been doing, but gently fingering through the short curls, then he stroked with his thumbs over her brow in widening circles. She shut her eyes and tipped her head back as he massaged slow circles in the hollow of her temples, and over her cheekbones. Her knees began to tremble, it felt so amazing.
    His forefinger traced over her lips, and she couldn’t resist opening her mouth to suck his finger in. His response was a huff of laughter deep in his chest, then he gently removed his finger, set his hands to her shoulders, and turned her around.
    A moment’s pause, some squishing sounds with the soap, and here came his hands again with palms full of suds as he spread his fingers over her shoulders, kneading and smoothing muscles she didn’t even know she had. Her knees trembled again—it felt insanely good.
    Down he worked, and when he hit the folds in her skin he caressed them and kneaded them, following every curve with his fingers spread as if he couldn’t touch enough of her. Over her arms and down to her hands, his fingers lacing with hers, as he hummed deep in his chest, Hmmmmmmm . He was purring , like a big bear, no, more like some big mountain cat.
    And the dog inside Mindy melted into a puddle of goo.
    Then he turned her again, and those searching thumbs spread along her collarbones, making widening circles that left swathes of heat under her skin, and she could scarcely hold herself up as her nipples tightened, exquisitely sensitized under the hissing water.
    He soaped her breasts, caressing each and then kissing and licking them with a kind of intense focus as if he had nothing else in the world he would rather be doing, and the humming note changing subtly, deepening, as fire kindled deep in her core. Then his hands smoothed over her belly, caressing her flesh with slow, tender strokes, and she swayed.
    By the time he reached her hips, she was on fire, and when his fingers moved at last, at last to her inner folds, she whimpered, lifting one knee up so she could slide her inner thigh along his hip. His cock thumped insistently against her rib, and she grabbed it with both hands, moving down the shaft to his balls.
    And she began to knead, and stroke, and then playfully pinch.
    The purring hum hitched, deepening to a rough, low growl.
    The fire in her had reached scorching heat. She gasped, “In

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