Shifter Woods: Growl
The last thing she expected was a tiger shifter with a honey-sweet Cajun accent…
Cougar shifter Denise Elgin is a single mom who just wants a quiet life. But when tiger shifter/FBI agent Marco Fontaine shows up in her back yard asking for help, she winds up involved in a federal investigation of a crooked televangelist. Marco may be trouble, but she couldn’t resist trouble…
The last thing he expected was a gorgeous cougar shifter who would complicate his life…
He knows it’s not smart but Marco can’t stop thinking about Denise, even though his growing attraction could put both her and her daughter in danger. When the televangelist strikes back, Marco must use all of his skills, both tiger and human, to protect the female who’s captured his heart.
- Paranormal, Erotic Romance
- Word Count: 37,000
- Heat Level: 4
- Published By: Belaurient Press
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Denise smiled at the starlight scenery outside the Mustang’s window as it cruised along the dark mountain road. Maybe all this was moving too fast, but she didn’t care. She had never met someone like Marco Fontaine before, and if anyone begrudged her a night with the handsome tiger shifter they could take a flying leap off the crest.
He pulled into her cabin’s graveled parking area next to her SUV. Before she could open the car door he hopped out and came around to her side, opening the door for her and holding out his hand. “Ma’am.”
Oh, she could get used to that. She took his hand and let him help her out, maintaining the contact once she was upright. “I hope you don’t mind me being forward, but do you want to stay tonight?”
Some of the easy amusement disappeared from his expression, replaced by a hunger she shared. “I’d like that very much.”
“Good. So would I.” She decided to get her concerns out of the way. “I haven’t been with anyone since Kirk so I may be a little out of practice. But I’m on the pill so you don’t have to worry about that.” She didn’t ask about condoms. Shifters were immune to STDs, and the only time a barrier method was necessary was for contraceptive purposes.
His smile glowed in the light from her porch lamp. “I purely admire a woman who is prepared. As for being out of practice, allow me to remind you that I’ve spent the last two months as a tiger. I’m surprised I still remember how to dress myself and eat with silverware. I’m not going to fault you for anything tonight.” He reached out, cupping her cheek. “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, Ms. Elgin, may I kiss you?”
She sighed happily. “Yes, please.”
He bent down and touched his lips to hers with a delicacy she didn’t expect. They were the perfect combination of firm and soft, sending little jolts of electricity dancing over her nerves. Her nipples hardened and she wondered what his talented mouth would feel like around them, or even lower.
She was just about to open her own mouth when he pulled back, smiling at her little mew of disappointment. “Let’s get inside. It’s still a little chilly out here and I’d rather be somewhere warm and comfortable with you.”
Much as she wanted to keep kissing him, going inside did sound like a good idea. She led him into the cabin, then hesitated. We’re going to wind up in the bedroom, but it seems a little rude to drag him there right off the bat.
He solved her dilemma by draping his jacket over an armchair and taking a seat in the corner of the sofa, stretching out his arm across the back in a clear invitation. “Let’s cuddle for a bit, cher. We’ve got all night, after all.”
“Okay.” She took a seat next to him, resting the hand closest to him on his outer thigh. His arms came down around her shoulders, snuggling her against his side, and he kissed her hair. “Oh, wow. I’d forgotten how nice this is.”
“I know what you mean.” His thumb stroked the curve of her shoulder. “Don’t get me wrong. I love sex as much as the next male, but I had no idea how much I’d crave something as simple as being touched. Nobody at Hillman’s mansion wanted to come near me.” He let out a soft huff. “Not that I blamed them. But I missed that contact something fierce.”
She took the unspoken hint and turned towards him, resting her other hand on his chest. The muscles under his shirt were firm and she could feel the soft rise and fall of his breathing and the steady lub-dub of his heart. “That had to be difficult.”
“Yeah. But it makes me appreciative of what I’ve got.” This time he nuzzled her hair, sniffing gently. “Christ, you smell even better than you feel.”
She could say the same about him. His scent was fresh and outdoorsy without being too musky and made her feel unaccountably happy. At the same time an undeniable heat was building inside her, the flesh between her legs aching with a reminder of how long it had been since she’d had sex. Oh, she had her toys and they took care of her day-to-day needs, but it wasn’t the same as being naked in bed with someone, the primal charge of having a warm, heavy body next to you, on top of you, inside you.
She lifted her face and he kissed her before she had to ask. This time he was less delicate and more confident, meeting her lips and claiming them fearlessly. When his tongue touched the seam of her mouth in a gentle introduction, licking the sensitive flesh there, she whimpered softly.
He pulled back a bit, orange sparks dancing in his eyes. “You liked that?”
“Oh, yeah. Do it again.”
“Mais oui, cher.”