Free Hollywood Tiger: BBW Tiger Shifter Paranormal Romance (Hollywood Shifters Book 3) by Zoe Chant Page A

me.”
    “I’ll get a condom,” he gasped.
    For the first time ever, she didn’t care. “On the pill.”
    He reached, slid his hands around her butt, and lifted her up. She closed her legs around his waist and lowered herself inch by inch onto his rock-hard cock, gyrating her hips with deliberate slowness, loving the way he slid into her, skin against his velvety skin, as though he had been made just for her.
    They began to rock with frenzied rhythm as the water poured all around them. This time he came first, and the shudder of his orgasm deep in her sent her crashing over the edge to fall, and fall, and fall, as he held her tight.

 
     
    Chapter Seven
     
     
    Mindy decided that this unknown JP was the perfect host.
    There were two luxurious bathrobes in the linen closet along with lots of fluffy towels that matched the blue of the bathroom.
    Mindy sat swathed in a man-sized robe at the table with a mug of coffee in her hands as Dennis, his bathrobe hanging open, stood before a spice cabinet loaded with jars and boxes, his hands on his hips. “JP’s fiancée is supposed to be a terrific cook, but I haven’t got a clue.” He turned Mindy’s way, affording a delightful view of his body from collarbones down.
    She smiled, thinking she could never get enough of looking at him. “I’m a rotten cook,” she admitted. “All I can make is coffee and toast.”
    “How about we stop for dinner before I take you back to your car,” he asked lightly, and she sensed question underneath the question.
    “Great idea,” she said, squashing down the poodle inside who was jumping about, barking, Stay! Stay! Stay! Yeah, and see what happens if he finds out about you , she scolded the poodle, who curled up into a little ball and vanished.
    Dennis poured coffee for himself and sat across from her. “So, do you always go commando?”
    “Not always.” She smiled, wanting to recapture the good mood while it lasted. While he lasted. “Sometimes I wear a thong.”
    His mug clattered on the table. “Okay, we’re talking about something else, or we’ll end up right back in that bedroom. If we make it that far.”
    She laughed as if he was joking, though part of her wanted just that. This guy was dangerous, what he could do to her with one hot look and that wicked smile. It was definitely time to get some distance. She already knew that the inevitable crash was going to hurt so much worse than any of the casual breakups of her life so far.
    “Those pictures I took,” she said. “Is that going to wrap the case up?”
    Until that moment, she hadn’t recognized the expression in his eyes as tenderness until it vanished. His expression smoothed into a considering gaze that shifted somewhere beyond her left shoulder. He grunted. “I suspect it’s too soon to tell. Maybe we should take a look at them. Sloane’s waiting for our report as it is.”
    They padded back to the bedroom, where she dumped the photos from her camera into his laptop, a high end model that apparently traveled with him around the world. He really did live out of a go-bag, she thought, looking at the duffel resting neatly on a handsome carved trunk against the opposite wall.
    Then they sat together in a wicker love seat on the terrace outside the guest room, the laptop on a tiny table at their knees as he flicked through the photos. Some were harder to read than others as she hadn’t always got the perfect angle, or her finger moved minutely on the camera button while pressing.
    “I did a crappy job,” she sighed after three blurry pictures in a row.
    “Are you kidding? You were right in the line of fire, and had to move fast. You did damn good. Don’t sweat the smudgy ones. The techies can blow these up and do a lot of other computer magic. This is amazing, Mork.”
    There it was again, that little flame inside her when he said ‘Mork.’ It was the way his voice caressed the word. She could feel a smile in his tone, though he wasn’t smiling as he