He made it sound like she didn’t want to talk to him when the opposite was true. He tied her in knots, and she didn’t know how to overcome it.
“I’m not here to harm you. Just thought maybe if you weren’t working, you’d be able to open that pretty little mouth of yours and we could get to know each other.” He held up his hands in a placating manner. Apparently not caring he was standing in front of her naked, and totally comfortable with letting it all hang out.
Her eyes drifted to his crotch. Dear god the man is perfectly proportioned.
His voice had her raising her eyes to his face again. “Would you mind shifting? I’ve never been a fan of talking to a Tiger while naked for obvious reasons.” He motioned toward his crotch and she tried her damnedest not to look again but couldn’t help it. The human-side was just too strong to resist.
“A swipe in the wrong direction and our fun would be over before it even began.” A warm chuckle tumbled out of him.
Inside, the woman giggled at his cocky joke, pun intended. Outside, the Tiger took control, gazing up the man’s body. Inspecting every facet.
He had to know what she was doing. Dropping his hands to his side, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, the muscles in his thighs bunching and flexing before relaxing again. His thick penis lay flaccid against his inner thigh, providing a tempting treat for her inner vixen. The things she wanted to do to him to make him hard flitted around in her head. She could only imagine how large he would be fully erect, no doubt tapping his belly.
Scanning up his washboard abs and firm, bulging pecs, she landed on the broadest shoulders she’d seen to date. Even the Tiger in her appreciated his beautiful human form, chuffing low in approval. She recognized a worthy mate in whatever form he took.
No matter how good-looking he was though, she was not shifting in front of him. He was too beautiful and she…well she was just average. Looking at his face she snarled, baring her teeth in a no-nonsense manner before shaking her head.
His brow furrowed as a scowl formed on his handsome face. Propping his balled up fists on his hips, he widened his stance. He looked like the most delicious intimidating barrier she had ever seen.
“No Corrine. You don’t get to run away. I’ve wanted to talk to you since the first day I walked into your shop, but I was never able to get you alone, to put you at ease, loosen up that tongue of yours. I watched every time as you tensed up, then clammed up. At first I didn’t think you were interested, but then I saw the heat in your eyes. Your nostrils would flare when I would get close; I knew you were interested and turned-on. I could smell your arousal over all of those sugary treats. Damn if it didn’t make me try even harder but you stiffened up more and more.
I figured the only way I could get you to relax and talk to me was to come to your place before closing. See if I could take you out for a coffee or something, but when I got here you had closed up early. There was no way I could turn around and head home though. Not before I saw you”
Sure, buddy. Corrine inched a little closer to the water’s edge. The guy was starting to make her question his sanity. Why track her down in the woods? Why didn’t he just come up and ask her out or something? And why did he spend all of his time flirting with Kacie? Did she interpret his interactions wrong? There was really only one way to find out but she didn’t know if she had the guts to do it.
Moving a fraction more towards the lake she figured she could make the leap and be halfway across before he knew what happened. She looked out at the calm water then back to him.
“Stop! Don’t go.” He sounded panicked, the words rushing from his mouth. “Please. I swear my intentions are good. My name is Jett. I actually know your brother Sam, we’re good friends. We played college ball together. Hell, we even shared an apartment for a while. Surely he’s mentioned me before.”
Corrine hesitated, waiting for him to go on. Her brother rarely talked about people he went to college with, and she was positive he never mentioned another shifter.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true. He could have, and there was a good chance she didn’t remember. Her eyes tended to glaze over and her brain went on hiatus when he started talking football, his favorite subject on the planet, and if anything came after that she wouldn’t know it.
“Back in our college days people called me Murph.” He stuck his hand out to introduce himself then drew it back.
Corrine wracked her brain searching for a memory. A flash of a conversation flitted by, something about a Murph and some crazy diva. It had nothing to do with her and was preempted by ‘my football buddy’ so she tuned out the rest. She had no way of knowing if he was the same guy, or if he was telling the truth unless she called Sam. If he would just come back tomorrow when Sam got here, all of this could be easily cleared up. Now if she could just tell him that without shifting.
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