Zandy smiled, couldn’t help it, and knew it was wrong to find that funny. Tiger finally turned and met her eyes. She saw his nostrils flare as he approached her slowly. Her heart rate increased. They were going to talk and she had no idea what to say to him.

“Where the hell are you going? You can’t leave me here, freak. I have rights.”

Tiger ignored the man in the Jeep. Zandy didn’t move as Tiger closed the distance between them until he paused just feet away. They just stared at each other.

“Hey, pussy. Let me go right now, damn it!” The man fought his cuffs.

“Hi,” Zandy breathed, deciding to speak first. She was nervous enough to feel the need to say something, anything. “How have you been?”

His beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. “I have been well. Have you been avoiding brawls?”

She blushed at the reminder of her unwise decision to get toasted in a bar. “Yes.”

“You are too small to get involved with men fighting.”

“I wasn’t exactly involved. I was sitting at a table in the far corner when it broke out. It happened so fast that I found myself trapped and they started coming my way. I had nowhere to go but up on top of the table. I would have been fine there if someone hadn’t hit it and sent me to the floor.” She studied him closely, still certain he had to be the sexiest man she’d ever seen. “Thank you for saving my life.”

He tilted his head a little, studying her closely. “Was that why you kissed me? To thank me?”

She knew her cheeks reddened more, embarrassed that he wanted an explanation for her behavior. “No.”

“Then why did you? I am curious.”

“Do you really want to know the truth?” She stalled, trying to think of a reason that wouldn’t sound foolish, but couldn’t come up with anything. The man made her brain malfunction.

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to know that.”

“I…” She sighed, deciding to just be honest. “I was drunk and I thought I was dying. I woke up and was sure I had. You’ll think it’s stupid and I doubt you really want to hear where my head was.”

“I do.”

“I thought I died and there you were.”

He frowned. “I don’t understand.”

She wished a hole would open up under her but one didn’t. “I thought you were some kind of guide who’d come to take me to hell.”

His mouth tensed. “I see. You believed I was a devil.” He looked pissed.

“No!” She shook her head, hating the way he looked at her in that moment. She wanted to fix it. “I thought you were an angel.” She omitted the fallen part.

His mouth relaxed and his eyes softened a little. “You always wished to kiss an angel?”

“No.” Her face had to be flaming by now. “I thought, since I was going to hell anyway, that I might as well do what I really wanted to. That was kiss you.” And more. She left that part out too.

“Why did you want to kiss me?”

Does this guy ever stop asking questions? She wanted to avoid sounding even more irrational. She shifted her weight, her high heels making her feet hurt. She looked up into his face. Oh hell. In for a penny and all that. “I thought you were attractive and I just really wanted to kiss you.”

“Thought? Past tense. Now that you aren’t drunk, I’m not attractive?”

She frowned. “You are attractive. Don’t put words in my mouth.”

“So you still find me attractive?”

“You know you are.”

He eyed her for long seconds. “Do you still want to kiss me?”

She blinked a few times and decided she did, but she didn’t want to admit that. Drunk, she was pretty forward but that wasn’t the case when she was sober. She swallowed instead of answering his question and forced her gaze from his to glance at the Jeep.

“Your prisoner over there is falling out.” Her gaze swung back to him.

“I don’t give a damn. He might shut up if he falls and hits his head.”

She smiled, liking him, and agreed it wouldn’t be a bad thing if the loud, crude man in restraints stopped muttering curses.

Tiger suddenly stepped forward, invading her personal space. She gasped when two large hands gripped her hips gently to prevent her from backing away from him. Their gazes met and held. His eyes were just as amazing as she remembered, actually more gorgeous in sunlight since the golden rims of his blue irises nearly glowed, enhancing the blue parts. The catlike eyes, combined with his thick eyelashes, were remarkable.

Zandy took a shaky breath, inhaling his masculine, woodsy scent. She didn’t resist when he gently tugged her closer until she had to tilt her head back to keep their gazes locked and her body pressed against his. Her hands automatically rose to flatten on his broad chest. The material of his black shirt was soft but the man under it felt very solid.

“I am curious,” he rasped. “If touching you is as good as I remember. I’m going to kiss you.”

Chapter Three

Zandy knew she should say no and tug out of Tiger’s hold. She should… Oh hell. I’m only going to live once. The urge to kiss him was strong. She wasn’t going to deny it so she slid her hands higher, to his shoulders. They were the broadest ones ever. She pressed tighter against him and parted her lips in invitation.

His eyes widened with surprise and he leaned in a little. A soft growl rumbled from his throat and Zandy’s belly clenched. He made the sexiest sounds. Her alcohol-hazed memories hadn’t been wrong about that and she closed her eyes in anticipation of his kiss.

The man softly purred when his mouth brushed hers. Zandy took a shaky breath against his lips and lifted on tiptoe to get closer. Their mouths met again and this time he didn’t just give her a featherlight tease. His tongue slid past her parted lips and fully possessed her with the kind of passion that would have made her melt to the ground if she wasn’t clinging to his shoulders. His arms tightened around her.

Her being drunk hadn’t affected her senses after all because the man could kiss like nobody’s business. His tongue teased, savaged, and absolutely left her without the ability to think. Another growl came from him. Her nipples responded to the vibrations it caused with her chest pressed so tightly against him and she wanted to be even closer. Her hands wrapped around his neck and she barely noticed when her feet left the ground as he lifted her higher up his body to deepen the kiss.

She kicked off her shoes, wanting them out of the way and needing to feel more of him. Almost instinctively her legs wrapped around his hips. Her back hit the side of her car and he wiggled closer until the hard ridge of his cock pressed against her underwear. She adjusted her hold on him with her legs, clamping her knees over his sides and locking her ankles together until her heels dug into his firm ass, urging him closer.

Tiger’s hips ground against her pussy, making her aware of the rough material of his pants against her bare thighs…and that her skirt had ridden up. She didn’t care. Instead she kissed him frantically and arched her back, rubbing her breasts and clit against him where they were touching. She moaned, wanting him so bad it hurt. Her body was on fire.

Tiger’s hold shifted from her waist to caress down to her ass. His bare hands cupped naked skin where her thong panties didn’t cover and he squeezed her firmly. He moved, slowly rocking his cock against her. Pleasure tore through her from how hard he was, how sensitive her clit was to just the slightest movement he made. She ached to come.

It was insane how she reacted to him. No man had ever turned her on more. His mouth was pure sin. His body did things to her. He made her feel wild and needy and she wanted him to take her. She moaned louder, kissing him deeper as her fingernails clawed at him where she could touch his back. She wanted him now, against the car, in the middle of the road and she didn’t even care that they were in the open.