“Come for me,” he ordered in a harsh voice. “Now. I can’t hold back.”

He pressed a little harder against her clit and Zandy screamed out his name as she did just that. Her vaginal muscles convulsed from the force of her climax and Tiger threw back his head. A roar came from him that drowned out everything. His hips ground against her as he jerked with each jet of semen he shot into her.

Zandy panted as she tried to recover and kept her eyes closed as Tiger eased her ass back down onto the hood of the Jeep. His hand slid away from her clit and he gripped her thighs, spread them and bent over her. His body settled over hers and he kept them connected by refusing to withdraw his cock from her body.

“Look at me.”

She stared deeply into his eyes, just inches from her own. His hot breath fanned her lips and she loved the smile he gave her. Her hands moved to cup his face. He turned his head a little to press tighter against her palm.

“Hi.”

He chuckled. “Hi.”

“That was amazing.”

His lips brushed across hers but he didn’t deepen the kiss. “You’re very sexy, Zandy. I can’t get enough of you. I was more careful this time not to be rough.”

“I like it both ways.”

He braced his arms on the hood next to her, caging her in his hold. She liked the feel of having his body over hers but wished her bare breasts and stomach were against his skin instead of the shirt he still wore.

“What did you like best?” he asked.

“I can’t decide. How about a rematch tomorrow so we can both decide?”

“Maybe I’ll come up with more to judge. It might take days to really figure this one out.”

Days with Tiger sounded heavenly. She laughed. “It sounds good but I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk if we have sex this much every day.”

His gaze became serious. “I can carry you. You won’t need to walk. It will give me an excuse to keep you flat on your back.”

Damn. He’s charming and so handsome. Her fingers caressed his warm skin and explored his strong bone structure. His cheekbones were slightly prominent and so was his jawline. It gave him a very masculine appearance, which she appreciated. He waited for a response so she gave him one.

“That’s true.”

He pushed her hair away from her neck and he pulled her torn bra out from under her shirt to remove it. He tossed it over the glass windshield into the Jeep. Zandy watched him study her shoulder.

“What are you looking at?”

“Your bite. It’s not bleeding anymore.”

“It’s fine. It was well worth the sex injury.” She grinned. “How is your back?”

He didn’t grin back. “You are the first woman who’s marked me. Has a man ever bitten you before and marked you?”

“I can’t say I’ve ever been bitten before.”

Gentle fingertips probed the wound. “You will need to hide this. Someone will think I’ve mated you if they see this.”

“Mated?”

“It’s like marriage to my kind but we don’t divorce. You would be thought of as mine and I would be thought of as yours.”

Shock reverberated through her. “All over a bite?”

He smiled finally. “Species tend to bite sometimes during the sharing of sex but we never break the skin. There are only two ways this usually happens. I had to bite you to assert my control if we fought for dominance during sex or because I wanted to mark you to show other males you belonged to me.” He blinked. “I am sorry. I lost control and I wanted to completely own you in that moment. I wanted all of you.”

His words sank in and she realized she didn’t hate that idea. Oh no. Don’t go there. He is asking you to hide the mark, which means he didn’t intend to do it. Remember that. “Well, I think you successfully owned me there for a while.”

“It goes both ways. There is nothing but you when you are in my arms.” His eyes narrowed and all traces of humor fled. “You’re dangerous, Zandy.”

“Me?” It was her turn to laugh as her gaze took in those massive arms next to her and the broad chest that blocked out the world above her. “You’re the one who’s really big and strong. I’m not dangerous in the least.”

He suddenly gripped her face and moved closer, until they were nearly nose to nose. “You are very dangerous to me. I’m not the type to take a mate, Zandy. I never want to be tied down that way. I enjoy my freedom after the lifetime I have spent without it. A mated male lives for his female. I’ve seen it firsthand. The males want to kill any other males who go near their females. They can’t sleep without their females in their arms. They go insane at the thought of losing their mates. We scent imprint our mates. It’s…” He stopped talking.

“It’s what?” She was curious. “I’ve never heard anything about this.”

“We get pretty much addicted to her scent after we claim a female. We need them to smell like us and we need their scents on us. The mated males can’t stand having the scent of other female on them once they imprint their mate’s scent. If a male has imprinted a female he can’t share sex with another one. If his female were to ever share sex with a male I think the mate would go completely insane and kill anything in his path blocking him from the male who touched his mate. He would definitely tear apart a male who touched her. It’s…” He paused. “Scary as hell and something I never want anything to do with. If I were ever interested in taking a mate, you would be her, Zandy. That’s what makes you dangerous because you make me consider it.”

She was really shocked. “I’ve been married and divorced twice, Tiger. I’m not cut out for marriage obviously since I seem to suck at it. I got really hurt by them. I swore I’d never put my heart out there to be stomped on again. The idea of allowing someone to become my entire world scares me.” She wanted to be honest. “I am so drawn to you that it’s not funny and you’re amazing. I just don’t want to get hurt.”

“We’re quite a pair, aren’t we?”

She nodded, unable to disagree. They were both strongly attracted to each other but neither of them wanted to become too involved for their own reasons. She respected that about him and instinctively knew he understood about her reservations too.

“I want you to meet me here tomorrow. I don’t know how long this can last but I know I want to see you again,” Tiger said.

“I’ll be here after work.”

“I’ll bring a picnic.”

“I should be going. I really am hungry.”

He grinned. “So am I. It will be dark soon and we missed dinner.”

They silently stared at each other until Tiger finally lowered his face enough to brush his lips lightly over hers. He eased out of her body to separate them and helped her sit up. Strong hands gripped her hips to lift her down to the ground.

He let go with a reluctant expression. Zandy fixed her clothes, minus her bra and underwear. She forced a smile she didn’t feel. It was time to go but she hated leaving him. It just felt wrong to walk away and that assured her she really needed to get in her car.

“Bye. See you tomorrow, Tiger.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” Sincerity shone in his eyes as he righted his clothing and dug her keys from his pocket.

She took them and had to force herself to turn away from him. The urge to spin back around, throw herself into his arms and ask him to take her home with him was there. Damn. She climbed in her car and refused to look at him again. It was too tempting to ask him to spend the night with her.

She glanced in the rearview mirror as she drove away. Tiger stood where she’d left him, watching her. A sigh of regret passed her lips.

It dawned on her halfway home that she hadn’t retrieved her torn underclothes. She’d left them with Tiger. A groan escaped her lips and she hoped he remembered to toss them away.

She stopped at the only fast-food joint in town with a drive-thru, not feeling up to cooking. It was a relief when she let herself into her house, collapsed on the couch with her dinner and reflected on what had happened. No. I don’t regret it, she decided. She just hated the strong desire she felt to know where Tiger was and what he was doing. Is he obsessing over me too? “Damn.”