Free The Billionaire Jaguar's Curvy Journalist: BBW Panther Shifter Paranormal Romance by Zoe Chant Page A

yours.”
    “I’d love to show it to you,” she said.
    He lifted her up, scooping her into his arms like a bride he was about to carry over the threshold. “Just tell me which way to go.”
    She pointed.
    He carried her past the bathroom and into the bedroom. “Ah,” he said. “A big bed. I do love the right-sized woman with a jaguar-sized bed.”
    Abby’s face heated up. She was just glad she’d remembered to make the bed.
    He gently placed her on top of the quilt. “Now,” he said. “It doesn’t take much to get me naked, but you—”
    She pulled her t-shirt over her head as he went to work on her jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding them down her hips as she wiggled them to try to get them off faster. He kissed his way down her stomach, then buried his face between her legs.
    Oh, God—
    He was just as good with his mouth down there as he was with a kiss.
    His hands were on her thighs, firm and assured, spreading them apart as he dipped his head further down. Oh, he was good at this. So good. Her whole body was shaking again, like she hadn’t even come earlier, like she’d been without sex for months, years.
    His tongue flicked gently against her clit and she had to bite back a scream.
    Every touch sent the fire burning higher, more intensely. The heat between her legs was becoming unbearable. How was he doing this to her? Was it the cat, still hidden deep inside him?
    She closed her eyes and let her body take the sensations, all of them, rolling over her like a thousand tiny waves.
    The heat and pressure built and built, higher and higher, pushing her into—
    Ooooh. Oh, yes, yes—
    She came, her body shaking uncontrollably, white lights flashing in her vision. This was—
    What a man, she thought to herself. What a man.
    “Abby,” he said, sounding breathless and a little out of control himself. He shifted his weight, moving sleek and fast, and he was on her, in her, before she could even catch her breath. He felt big and hot inside her. He thrust inside her, hard, rocking her body. The air felt hot and cool against her skin as he moved.
    It was all she could do to hold on.
    He came inside her, hard, his hips bucking, and even though she couldn’t come again, it was like she could feel Paul’s pleasure. That was good. So good.
    He rolled off her, taking her body with him, pulling her on top of him. It felt good, so good. Skin on skin. “Oh,” he said. “I’m never going to get tired of making love to you.”
    Never? Never seemed a little...optimistic. “We just met,” she protested, gently.
    “Just consider me a confident man,” Paul said. He pulled her face down to his and kissed her.
     
    They did end up watching an old movie on TV, both of them on the couch, Paul’s arm tight around her waist. It felt more like being with an old friend, maybe an old lover—she’d never had a boyfriend long enough to have an ‘old lover,’ but she thought she could guess at the feeling.
    She’d never felt so comfortable with anyone before, so warm and safe.
    “Oh, Bringing Up Baby’ s next,” he said. “I love that movie.”
    “Isn’t that the one with a leopard?”
    “Yeah,” he said. “Apparently Cary Grant was terrified of it, and Katherine Hepburn treated it like her best friend.”
    “Is it weird? Seeing, like, a big cat in a movie, or a zoo?”
    “Not really,” he said. “Not much different than seeing a monkey at the zoo. We have...shifters are different. When you’re a jaguar, you’ve got the cat’s senses and appetites, but your mind’s still human. Totally human.”
    “You—you’re not the only one you know,” she said.
    He shook his head. “No, I’ve been lucky. I’ve found friends over the years.” He squeezed her waist. “They’re pretty private about it, like me. But...they’ll trust you, the same way I do.”
    “I don’t understand—I mean, I’m glad, but I don’t understand how you can just trust me like this.”
    “I’m lucky,” he said. “Male