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He noticed Zara was awake, completely ignorant of the fact that her life could have been stolen from her. Her little nose was starting to go rosy.
“I have a few questions for you, though,” Kirsten said, wrinkling her nose at him. “But maybe we need to get inside where it’s warm first before you freeze.”
He gave her a smirk, knowing that he was willing to do anything in the world to make that woman happy.
They both moved back inside, hand in hand, to warm up Zara and get her fed. They talked lightheartedly and drank hot coffee as they fixed their sandwiches for lunch.
“Well, I suppose I’ll get back to work,” Henry said, standing up from the table. “Please let me know if you hear anything else. I’ll be paying attention too.”
He had turned to head out the back door when Kirsten spoke in a deep, velvety tone, nearly purring at him herself.
“Do you think you’ll need some help?”
Henry frowned, then turned around to find a ravishing sight.
Kirsten was leaning up against the counter, her chest pressed out so that her breasts looked even more ample and delicious, her back arched, and her lower lip sweetly tucked under her teeth.
The frown faded, and he began sauntering towards her, his cock twitching and ready.
“Well, I’m afraid that even big, bad tiger shifters like me need help every now and then,” he murmured, standing in front of her and placing his hands on the kitchen counter behind her. His chest pressed into hers, and he felt her heart rattle around inside her like a bird in a cage.
She began breathing faster, and her skin broke out in goosebumps. He adored the effect he had on her, but the effect she had on him was even more powerful.
“Is that so?” she breathed softly, her pink tongue sliding out of her mouth to lick her lips. “I suppose I will have to be of some assistance, big, bad, tiger man.”
Henry growled at her, and she gave him the sexiest, naughty smile he had ever seen. He wanted to devour her, to make pleasure shoot through her body like a comet in the sky.
He scooped her up and carried her on his shoulder as he went to the cabin. Zara was asleep in her cradle in the living room, which was visible from his workstation. He couldn’t resist wanting to taste Kirsten, to hear her cries of delight deafening him into the reaches of heaven and beyond.
Kirsten rubbed his back and giggled as he carried her away. He gave her a spank before heading inside, the playful gesture making her groan with anticipation.
“Don’t forget I still have questions and am rather ticked at you for lying all this time. One good round of sex isn’t going to get you off the hook, Tigerman.”
FIFTEEN
KIRSTEN
The sight of Henry turning into a majestic tiger made Kirsten feel two things, a surge of shock and feral lust.
It took her over like a possession. Initially, she only wanted to protect Zara, her maternal instinct taking over. Then, once the surprise wore off, she felt a warmth moving up her legs, like a sensual snake slithering up from her toes, settling in the core of her loins.
She wanted him more coarsely than she had ever wanted anyone in her life. It was striking how strong his power over her was, and it made her feel like taking a chance rather than letting something so strong and palpable go and disappear into the abyss.
It was possible that she was risking her career, getting involved with the first man she ever nannied for, but she had thrown caution to the wind the second he’d laid his lips on hers.
Henry shoved the door open in a violent push of excitement, then placed Kirsten on the worktable, butt first. She had never been inside his cabin area, but the moment they entered, she smelled freshly carved wood and the faint scent of pinewood.
She barely noticed as Henry’s hands were all over her, stripping her out of her jeans, red pullover sweater, and thick wool socks. They felt like embers on her skin, setting her loins aflame, especially when he got her down to her bra and underwear so fast, and he started ripping them off with his teeth.
“Baby, you’re such an animal!” she growled at him as he ran his teeth along her shoulders.
He continued, watching her as he impatiently got her naked, whipping her bra and panties behind him so hard that Kirsten could’ve sworn he’d broken a window.
“How can I not be?” he purred. “You are just so fucking delicious.”
She was laying on the worktable, with her legs spread out for him like the red sea. She was arching her back and rolling her eyes into her head as he trailed his mouth down to her breasts, sucking at each one while he groaned her name like a sweet song.
Kirsten had never been so fervent with anyone, so unhinged and wild. She found herself trusting her body to move the way it wanted for the first time in her life and to feel the way it wanted, without any consideration for morality or consequence.
