The Jaguar Star (Tales of the Were: Jaguar Island Book 4) by Bianca D'Arc (e book reader android .TXT) 📗

like coming home to a place she’d never been before. Welcoming. Strange and exciting, but wonderful in every way.

She melted into him, kissing him back, tentatively at first. Did she really want to get entangled in this man’s life any further than she already was? The answer that came back almost immediately was a resounding yes. He was offering her entrée into a strange and magnificent world that she hadn’t even known existed.

Ren was so much more than just a movie star. That was impressive enough, but the whole shifter thing, as he called it, was something new and dangerous and exciting. It also answered so many questions she’d had without even realizing it.

But questions were for later. When she could think without her brain shorting out from the pleasure of his kiss. Ren tucked her more securely into his arms, and she realized again that he was completely nude. His hot skin under her fingers was something she ached to explore, and finally, there was no audience to their kisses. She was free to respond freely, without worrying about how it would look on film. Without worrying about giving too much away of her personal feelings.

For, if she was being honest with herself, she had been falling under Ren’s spell since almost the first moment she’d met him. She’d been half in love with him for days, though it had seemed impossible at the time. Now, though, he was giving her heart explicit permission to run wild, and even though her head cautioned her to take things slow, her wayward heart wasn’t listening.

No, it was jumping in where angels feared to tread, flinging itself at a man that the whole world wanted. Only, he was telling her that he wanted her. Just her. For the rest of her life.

That was as magical as the rest of him, and she couldn’t find the strength to resist any longer. Instead, she dove in head-first, kissing him back and then touching him all over, wanting to know every last inch of this amazing man, in case this was all some sort of crazy dream.

She felt dizzy for a moment, as if she was at the center of a whirlwind with only Ren anchoring her in reality. She opened her eyes the tiniest bit to find he had lifted her into his arms and was walking into the house. He was taking her somewhere, and frankly, all she could hope for, at the moment, was that wherever they ended up, there was a bed. Or a soft spot on the floor. Or a table. Anyplace he could put her down and ravish her. She was getting desperate.

She shut her eyes again and gave herself up to the moment as his kiss went on and on. It occurred to her that he must be pretty talented to be able to carry her, kiss her and actually find where he was going all at the same time, but then, he did something with his tongue that made all thought flee from her mind.

The sensation of a soft mattress beneath her brought momentary clarity, as did the cessation of kissing. She opened her eyes again to find herself on a bed—thank goodness! In a room that was decidedly masculine, but also sensuous, with soft fabrics on the bed beneath her fingers and rich colors of forest green and lustrous golden brown. Satin and silk. Leather and wood on the surrounding furnishings, and a discreet entertainment center on the wall opposite the enormous bed with sleek electronics and a giant screen.

Ren watched movies in bed? She wasn’t surprised, given his chosen profession.

Then, there was no more time to think as Ren’s lips returned to hers and his hands lowered to her clothing, making short work of the soft top and pants she’d been wearing. Her underthings followed more slowly as he stretched out the final step of undressing her, kissing his way down her body, his lips never leaving her skin for more than a moment as he uncovered her breasts, then lower.

He lingered over her tender spots, sucking and nipping at her most sensitive skin until she moaned. She wanted to touch him in return, but he stilled her fingers, capturing both of her hands in his.

“I can’t let you touch me right now, sweet Kat, or this will all be over way too soon. I’ve been dreaming about this, about you, for a long time,” he whispered against her skin.

She felt every word as a puff of warm air over her body. Between the physical sensations and the impact of what he was saying, she shivered. She knew longing. She’d been feeling it ever since she’d met him, if she was honest.

Oh, she’d admired his image on the screen. He was too handsome not to turn her head. But it hadn’t been until she’d met him in person that she began to feel this magnetic attraction. She’d been drawn to him. She suspected many women had felt that same pull, but if what he’d been telling her was true—and she had no reason to doubt his words, except her own insecurities—he’d felt the same attraction toward her.

He could have any woman he wanted, but for whatever reason, he wanted her. He’d shared some amazing secrets with her, and she had to believe that meant he was more serious than she might otherwise expect. She didn’t believe he went around showing his home and his amazing secret magical abilities to every woman who shared his bed.

She didn’t know exactly what it all meant at the moment, but it was too late to puzzle anything out while her brain was melting from pleasure. She’d be able to think about things…later. Much, much later.

She was naked, and Ren’s skin was hot against her straining body. He was kissing her again and moving closer until she felt the length of him against her body. He felt magnificent.

She wanted to touch, but he stopped her each time she moved her