He dropped the glass on the side table, knelt down and picked her skinny ass up off the floor. “Come on, hellcat.”

“Where are we going,” she muttered into his neck as he lifted her off the floor.

“To the bed.”

“Why? My knees were so enjoying your hard wood floors.”

Rolling his eyes, he tossed her onto the rumpled sheets.

“Hey!”

“Quiet.” Nik stretched out beside her. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her into his body and fell asleep.

***

Angie woke up coming. Her arms around Nik’s shoulders, her legs wrapped around his waist. She had no idea how long he’d been inside her, fucking her, but man, what a great way to wake up in the middle of the night.

He rolled his hips and Angie’s orgasm rolled right along with him. His hot mouth had her nipple and it felt better than the first time he lashed her breast with his tongue.

The last thing she remembered, he’d dumped her off in bed, cuddled up next to her like the giant kitten he was, and proceeded to snore. Not pretty, but a small price to pay for the fuck of her life.

He rolled his hips the opposite direction.

“Ah, Nik!”

He released her nipple with a wet “pop,” lifting his head to look at her.

“You finally awake, Sugar?”

“Don’t…stop. God, please don’t stop.”

“No intention. Not for quite awhile, anyway.”

Nik the tiger had gotten what he needed. Which left Nik the man. And she got the feeling Nik the man had something to prove.

Oh, well…a price she would just have to pay.

His mouth clamped down on hers and his tongue slid around and in, mimicking the movement of his hips. She couldn’t help herself. She opened her legs wider, let him sink in even further. She’d never felt so filled before. Especially when he gripped her ass and lifted her just enough so that he went in even deeper.

Christ, how could some poor human guy ever live up to this?

Angie pushed her hands into his hair, pulling him back a bit. She had to, she was coming again. This time screaming Nik’s name.

“I sure do like that, Sugar.” He bit the side of her neck and she groaned, her body shaking from her orgasm. “I like how you scream my name. So let’s see how many times we can make you do that tonight?”

Damn, overachieving hillbillies!

Chapter Fifteen

Those damn cardinals woke her. She used to think they were so cute, now they were getting on her goddamn nerves.

She didn’t open her eyes but, instead, wished she had her rifle for some target practice. She tried her best to ignore the sound, but she really couldn’t ignore the big hand holding on to her breast like it owned it.

Forcing her eyes open, she turned herhead and came face to face with a sleeping hillbilly. A hillbilly who looked more than comfortable holding onto her breast, and pushing up against her side.

Is it me? Or is my life getting weirder and weirder?

Slowly, so as not to wake him, she eased out from under his grasp and out of bed. Naked, she walked to the bathroom for a quick shower. But the entire time she let the water run over her body, she kept thinking about what Nik had done to her…all night long. She’d only gotten a couple hours sleep at best. And the best parts of her were sore.

The man really did know how to work a girl.

She liked him. She liked a rich, shapeshifting hillbilly. She liked him a lot and she had no idea what to do with that.

She sighed and dried herself off.

Coffee. That’s what she needed. A good cup of coffee always made everything seem simple and easy.

She wrapped a giant white towel around her body, and tiptoed out of the bathroom, heading for the door.

“Where do you think you’re goin’?”

She cringed. Well, there went her quiet cup of coffee.

Refusing to turn around, “I was going to get some breakfast.”

“But I haven’t had my breakfast yet.”

If that little fucker thinks I’m making him breakfast…

“Get that ass over here.”

She turned around, her breath catching at the sight of him. Man, but he was beautiful. Laid out on the bed, the sheet hanging low on his hips. His messy black hair practically covering those gold eyes. And big arms behind his head like he owned the place.

Oh, wait. He does own the place.

“Why?”

He raised an eyebrow at her response and she raised one right back.

“Don’t make me come over there and getcha.”

With a growl she hoped hid her sudden surge of lust, she stomped over to him.

“What?”

Taking one hand out from behind his head, he snatched her towel off.

“Hey!”

He took a deep breath, “Perfect.” Settling down into the bed, “Now, bring that pretty pussy over here.”

Angie blinked, “What?”

“Right here.” He pointed to his face. “I want that pussy right here.”

“I am not…”

And there went that damn eyebrow. “Do we really need to have that ‘don’t make me come over there and getcha’ conversation again?”

After all they did the previous night, why this would embarrass her she didn’t know. But she’d be damned if she let him know about it. Of course, she didn’t feel entirely comfortable jumping on the man’s face, so she straddled his chest.

“Does that look like my face to you?”