The Wildcat and the Doctor Read Free

the waistband of his combat pants and the thick, hard length of his cock beneath.
    “Wet. I said you need to get wet first.” Her hand moved and he had to bite back a groan. “You know...a shower?”
    Shower. Not sex. Fuck, he was one screwed up little bunny. Lady, please let her move that hand lower .
    Sweat broke out on his upper lip as all his attention riveted to that delicate hand, the slender fingers as they stroked back and forth over the skin of his stomach. Already as stiff as a damn post, his cock jerked savagely, reminding him that he was not only missing the fertility festival, but also that he hadn’t been with a woman—any woman—for nearly a year.
    “Shower... on my own?” He shook his head, reaching out to trap one of her long curls. Slowly he wrapped it around his finger, pulling her gently closer. “I don’t think that’s wise. What if I slip and bang my head? I might feel a little... faint.”
    The wand’s healing beam knit his flesh together on one of the worst gashes, but the tingle from that was nothing compared to the heat he felt where her hand rested on him. Her skin touching his. Seven hells he was having a hard time lying there, not able to touch her as he wanted to. Needed to.
    “Hmm, that is a cause for concern, isn’t it? It sounds like you’ll need someone in there with you. Except, if I get in the shower with you...” She paused, but came closer as he tugged on her hair. “It might end up that we’ll both end up feeling faint. And if I get in the shower with you, then I’ll be wet too.”
    She couldn’t use the wand anymore, forced to stretch over him as he pulled the curl gently tighter, his free hand cupping the back of her head. Her hand braced against his chest, fingertips brushing his nipple and sending a cascade of heat and need through him. He stopped pulling, looked into her eyes.
    “A plan with no visible drawbacks.”
    Then he kissed her.
    A soft sound escaped her, and he captured it, drawing it into himself. She was a delight, an unexpected revelation, and the way she responded brought out the need to claim her. Instincts buried for a year came rushing to the fore. Biting back a groan, he brushed his lips against hers before running his tongue along the seam of her mouth, seeking to deepen the kiss.
    She opened for him on a sexy little whimper, one he wanted to imprint on his memory forever. The women of his species were just as much warriors as the men, so there was no love lost during sex. It was more a battlefield for dominance, power games and shows of strength he’d reveled in before. But now, in their absence, he pulled her tighter into his embrace and savored the sweetness of her surrender.
    With little effort, he lifted her slight weight and shifted her on top of him. His hands on her hips, he pulled her down to grind his cock against her through their clothes. A low growl rumbled up from the centre of his chest as he plundered her soft lips. That she let him, even tilting her head to allow him greater access and rocking her hips against him, sent greater waves of passion and heat through him. His body tight with anticipation, he tried to school his warrior’s natural instinct to dominate and plunder.
    Everything about her called to him to take what he wanted, but Day wasn’t completely selfish that way. Oh he’d take alright, but he’d give her more in return than she’d ever experienced before. It wasn’t without reason that his species were known as the lovers of the galaxy. The urge to possess her—to claim her completely—filled his mind. He wanted her for himself and would be damned if he’d let another warrior have her. He’d rather kill a thousand men than risk letting another man put his hands on her. The thought caught him off guard, and right on the heels of it an intense possessiveness. The idea of her with another man brought forth another rumbling growl...Anger and jealousy surged through him.
    Tess was his .
    Surging into motion,