It’s not a date, she reminded herself. It’s sex and a picnic dinner. Maybe not even sex. Yeah, right. It’s totally sex. You know it and so does he. Then what? She didn’t have an answer. Part of her was tempted to cancel. It just smacked of foolishness to get involved further with him when they both admitted it couldn’t go anywhere.

She glanced at the clock on the bottom corner of the computer screen and decided she’d meet him one last time after work. That’s it though. Just to say goodbye before I get in over my head.

* * * * *

Worry nagged Tiger as he glanced down the road again. He’d been hung up with the shift change when a male who had transferred from Homeland had questions. Zandy hadn’t been waiting when he’d arrived fifteen minutes late. Had she given up? Left already? He stared at the clock on the dashboard of the Jeep and decided he’d wait another ten minutes. The idea of returning to the gate and spending the evening sulking over their broken date really irritated him.

The sound of an engine perked him up since Zandy was the only person who should be traveling on the road. A grin spread across his face as he climbed out to greet her. She parked right behind him on the shoulder, in the grass. He opened her car door before she could unfasten her belt, eager to get his hands on her.

A small gasp escaped her lips when she stood and he lifted her into his arms until they were face level. He inhaled her scent, softly groaned, and his c**k reared instantly to life when blood rushed there. He just wanted her naked.

She laughed. “Did you miss me?”

The feel of her arms wrapping around his shoulders made him grin. “You have no idea.” The scent of her arousal teased his sense of smell and a soft growl escaped in response. “You missed me too. I wasn’t the only one looking forward to our time together.”

Pink tinged her cheekbones. “You can smell that, right? That I want you?”

He nodded, backing away from the open car door with her in his arms. He closed it with his knee. “You’d smell my desire if you could. I’ve wanted you all day.”

She adjusted her hold on him and gripped his butt with one hand, squeezing the firm cheek through his pants. “You have the nicest ass.” Her keys jingled from where she had them hooked on her thumb by the ring.

“Put your keys inside my back pocket.” He turned with her in his arms, striding toward the woods. “Wrap your legs around me.”

“I’m wearing shoes. You can put me down.”

“No.” The need to keep her close was too strong. His fascination and near obsession with Zandy worried him but he’d deal with that later. His hand slid lower, cupped her ass when they hit the line of trees, and he jerked on her skirt. He wanted to feel her skin. “You’re no burden to me.”

The hold he had on her impeded what he wanted to do and he halted. Zandy’s green gaze met his and he could tell she was curious about why he’d stopped. “Let go of me for a second.”

She didn’t question his order, just followed it and the feeling of possessiveness for her intensified. No female had ever done anything he asked without argument first unless it was obvious what he wanted. She either trusted him or was just naturally submissive. Both concepts turned him on even more.

He adjusted her body in his arms and chuckled when she gasped as he lifted her, ducked his head to the side, and bent her over his shoulder. Her ass was right next to his cheek when he straightened and started walking again.

“I’m upside down.” She sounded surprised.

One arm wrapped behind her knees to keep her in place while his other hand slid up the back of one of her soft thighs, delved under her skirt and didn’t stop exploring until the underwear covering her pu**y halted him. He hooked the satiny fabric with his finger, shoved it out of the way and another growl rumbled from him when his fingertip dipped inside her moist pu**y. She was ready to take him.

Zandy moaned and her body tensed when he slowly f**ked her with his finger, pushing into the tight confines as far as he could go. He withdrew almost all the way before driving into her again. Her hands clamped down on his ass, his dick hardened even more, and he realized how much his c**k envied his index finger.

“Tiger,” she panted.

“We’re almost there.”

The desire to lower her to the grass was nearly overpowering. The human made him insanely horny and impatient. He adjusted his hand enough to press his thumb over her cl*t and rubbed while he banged her faster with his finger. The scent of her arousal grew stronger as her pu**y grew wetter, sleeker and hotter. He had to bite back a snarl, the animal side of him demanding he put her down and f**k her immediately.

Her hands kneaded his ass through his pants, her soft cries of pleasure tortured him and he came to the sad conclusion that he wasn’t strong-willed enough to make it to the clearing. His dick throbbed and each step was agony. He pulled his hand away from the vee of her thighs, grabbed her h*ps and dragged her down his body until her arms wrapped around his neck.

Her eyes were narrowed with desire and he could see how much she wanted him. “Hold on to me and wrap your thighs around me.”

She did as he ordered and he managed to tear open the front of his pants. He hadn’t worn underwear so some of the pain eased as his stiff shaft, which had been bent at an awkward angle, was freed. One arm grabbed her around her waist to lift her a little higher. His fingers hooked the center of her underwear, tore them, and he fisted the base of his cock. He never looked away from her beautiful eyes as he adjusted the direction of his shaft until the crown slid through the seam of her pu**y and he drove up into her with one fluid thrust.