The Jaguar's Beach Bride: BBW Jaguar Shifter Paranormal Romance (Shifters of Coral Beach Book 1) by Zoe Chant Read Free Book Online Page B

the fact that you called me just gave me a convenient excuse to come over.”
    “It did?”
    Brennan brushed his thumb across her mouth before leaning down and kissing her throat. He tongued it, silky and hot. Mina shivered.
    “You have no idea how desirable you are, do you?” he asked.
    She didn’t know, but she wanted to know. She had never thought of herself as a woman who could drive a man crazy—Paul certainly hadn’t seemed fazed by losing her company—and Brennan’s words caused her heart to pound so hard she saw stars. It was unbelievable, all of it, she must be dreaming. She’d wake up in the morning and realize that none of it had ever happened and Brennan was still an unattainable dream.
    But then he kissed the side of her neck, inhaled her scent, before trailing his mouth down to her shoulder. He nipped her then, soothing the bite of pain with a hot lick. Mina reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck because she wasn’t sure she could keep standing up straight with him doing this to her. And he hadn’t even kissed her. She trembled and moaned as he kissed her throat, her chin, his mouth hot and relentless against her skin.
    “I want to eat you up,” he murmured. “I want to kiss and lick and stroke and taste every single inch of you. Kiss your breasts and lick your nipples and taste your juices and tongue your hot little clit until you can’t stand it any longer, and you come against my mouth, over and over again.”
    Mina was in a daze. No man had ever spoken like this to her, and she loved it. She wanted more of it, all of it, but then he captured her mouth and she changed her mind. She didn’t want words: she wanted his kisses until she could no longer tell where her body began and his ended.
    The kiss was as sweet as the one at the store earlier, but it changed into something hot and demanding within moments. Brennan’s tongue entered her mouth, stroking her tongue with hot sweeps, thrusting in and out like he was mimicking thrusting in and out of her body with his hot cock. Mina bent backward, taking as much of him as she could. He tasted like sandalwood and mint.
    He tasted like nothing she’d ever experienced before.
    He kissed her until her mouth felt bruised, and when he pulled away, she whimpered. She could feel his mouth quirk upward in a smile.
    “Can I take you to bed?” he asked in a hoarse whisper.
    Mina loved that she could drive him wild.
    She nodded vigorously. “Please, yes, please.”
    Brennan swooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed, tossing her lightly onto it. He didn’t let her go, though, but instead crawled on top of her and caught her wrists in his hands, a supplicant beneath him. His tongue entered her mouth again and then he moved to suck her bottom lip, and Mina arched upward, wordlessly asking for more.
    “Sit up,” he said, and he let go of her wrists.
    Mina sat up, and Brennan stripped her tank top off of her, tossing it into the corner. She could just make out his hazy figure in the moonlight, but she knew he was gazing at her with an intensity that set her entire body ablaze. She almost covered herself, but forced herself to be brave. Instead, Mina lay back down on the bed, breasts bare and nipples hardened to rosy peaks, and she heard Brennan’s intake of breath.
    “So beautiful. So pale and pink and silky soft.”
    “You haven’t even touched me yet,” Mina said, suddenly feeling like the most sensual woman in the world. One who would say words like this to a man like Brennan.
    “You’re right. And that’s something I’m going to change right now.” He crawled up her body until his head was level with her breasts.
    Her heart pounded so hard she wondered how it didn’t explode from her chest. He licked the tip of one nipple and then blew a breath of cool air. She gasped, and he chuckled.
    “So sensitive,” he murmured, brushing his thumb against that nipple, circling the areola over and over, watching the nipple bead even