His hand left her thigh and gently pressed between her br**sts. He pushed her flat on her back over the hood of his Jeep. The trees had shaded it and the feel of cool metal against her bare ass was a little naughty. She really liked it. She liked him.

His hands gripped her h*ps and tugged her closer to him until she should have worried about slipping over the edge. It didn’t concern her since she’d wrapped her legs around his waist when they’d kissed. He slid his palms upward, shoved her shirt up until it bunched over her br**sts and his gaze lowered.

“Beautiful,” he rasped. “But this is in my way.”

She gasped when he gripped the center of her bra and tugged. It didn’t stand a chance against his strength as it broke apart and freed her br**sts.

Zandy panted a little as he leaned forward, cupped her br**sts again with his bare hands and his mouth opened over her nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and she felt his teeth clamp down on the skin around the taut tip. He didn’t hurt her but he had a good grip. She felt a second of fear, knowing if he bit down it would hurt. Instead his tongue started to slide across her nipple and he sucked on her harder.

She gasped. It felt as if her breast and her cl*t were connected. Her fingers slid into his hair to keep it out of the way, while making sure he didn’t stop. She breathed his name, “Tiger…”

He growled as he slowly released her breast when he lifted his head. Their gazes met. He reached up and his fingers encircled her wrists to tug her hands free from his hair. She let go and was stunned when he used his hold on her to lift her arms above her head until they rested against the hood of the Jeep.

“Keep them there.”

She nodded. He broke eye contact with her to peruse the length of her body spread out in front of him and growled again. His hands gripped her knees and he nudged them, indicating that he wanted her to release him. She freed his h*ps and he lifted her legs straight up against his chest and spread them enough to brace them at his shoulders.

He reached down and she heard his zipper as he opened his pants. His gaze held hers. “I wanted to do this the first time you were here,” he rasped.

She expected him to just enter her but Tiger wasn’t so easily predictable. His finger traced the seam of her pu**y. She knew he’d find her wet and ready to take him but then he decided to play with her clit. She moaned as he rubbed small circles around the bud.

“Tiger…” she moaned.

“I’m right here.”

Yes, he is, she agreed, reveling in the raw enjoyment of the pleasure he gave. She really wanted to touch him but he wanted her to keep them above her head. It was almost torture and her legs tensed, unable to take much more.

“Please?”

One of his arms locked across her legs to pin them against his chest and his gaze lowered between them to stare at her pu**y. He adjusted his h*ps until his c**k pressed against her. The feel of him entering her body broke her focus on his face and she threw her head back. He lifted her enough that her ass hovered over the hood and he began to f**k her in long, firm strokes.

She moaned and could only feel the drive of his c**k and him continuing to play with her clit. The overwhelming urge to come burned her from the inside out.

“Faster,” she urged.

He growled. “No. I’m in control.”

Her wrists twisted and she clawed at the metal under her palms. Tiger suddenly thrust into her a little deeper and rocked his h*ps at a faster pace. He massaged her cl*t to match. The sounds that came from him were a mixture of a purr and a moan.

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

He pressed a little harder against her cl*t and Zandy screamed out his name as she did just that. Her vaginal muscles convulsed from the force of her cl**ax and Tiger threw back his head. A roar came from him that drowned out everything. His h*ps ground against her as he jerked with each jet of se**n 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 cl*t 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 c**k 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 br**sts 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.”