Page 41 of Bad Blood Panther

No one had ever wanted him like that.

She rested her head against his stomach, kissing his abs and purring. Holy fuck. He stroked her hair. “That was—you were—” Words failed him. “This was supposed to be your fantasy,” he managed to say.

She looked up at him, her eyes drunk with passion and sexy as hell. “Who said it wasn’t?”

Fuck.

He pushed her down onto the bed and slid her backwards, knee-crawling after her. “I still need to show you what I can do with a bottle of oil.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” she purred, licking her lips in a way designed to make him hard all over again.

“Good,” he said. He ran his tongue up the center of her chest, finishing with a long, sweet kiss on her pouty lips. He whispered, “Your turn.”

Damn, Jenny thought. He really did know what to do with a bottle of oil. He slowly removed her bathing suit and smoothed it all over her body with long, languorous strokes. It was like her cat being petted, only way, way better.

Then he started licking her. The curves of her neck, her nipples, along her ribs, the hollow of her hip. “Doesn’t that oil taste nasty?” she murmured.

“Nuh-uh. It’s edible. Tastes like strawberries.”

“It does?” That sounded yummy. “I love strawberries.”

“I know. Want to taste?” He raised his fingers to her lips. She licked his fingertip, and sucked it into her mouth. Xander gave a little moan, and she saw him starting to get hard again. She sucked in another finger, running her tongue over the pad as she sucked.

Bigger moan.

“That is good,” she said. “Where did you get it?”

“Same place I got this.” He held up a vibrator—a thin shaft with a bulbous end.

Ohmigod. “Is that a sex toy?”

“Uh huh.” He grinned wickedly at her. “I love toys.”

Before she had time to get embarrassed, he flicked the switch and ran the head of the vibrator around one of her nipples, very slowly.

The sensation went right down to her core, and she got hotter and wetter all in an instant. “Ohh,” she murmured. “I think I might like them too.”

Xander circled the other breast, then teased her nipples with the vibrator, brief touches followed by long slow circles. She felt the wave building in her, and rocked her hips, urging him on. Xander fastened his lips around one nipple, caressing the other with his fingertips. With the other hand, he moved the vibrator slowly, tantalizingly, until he reached her cleft.

When he finally touched her clit, she exploded instantly, waves of sensation crashing over her. He stroked her until she was spent, kissing her softly.

“Mmmm,” she said. “That was…mmm. But we didn’t get to fuck.”

“That’s coming,” he said. And then, “Ha. See what I did there?”

She giggled faintly. It was all she had the energy for.

He stroked her hair back. “You should roll over.”

“Uh-uh. I can’t move.”

“One word. Massage.”

“In that case…”

She managed to roll her boneless body over. Xander straddled her back, rubbing strawberry-flavored oil over her back, working all the knots out of her muscles. Jenny felt herself turning to jelly, every ounce of tension she’d been carrying seeping out of her.

Until he moved beside her and started licking his way down her spine, one vertebra at a time. When he got to the sensitive area at the base of her spine, where her tail attached when she was a cat, she made an involuntary mrrow sound.