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weight. A warm breeze kicked up right then, brushing
her sensitive skin, calming it as it had done before. Chasing away her
momentary feelings of abandonment now that he wasn’t touching her.
    Corrine opened her eyes to
see Jett’s golden sated stare. The amber hue completely gone. Blinking to clear her foggy brain she began to panic. What was
she supposed to do now? Get up casually and say thanks for the fuck? Hop in the
lake and invite him for a swim? She just didn’t know. She couldn’t tell what
was going on in his head. Deciding to play the sophisticated, totally not needy
female, she spoke up. “We better get cleaned up. Do you have your clothes
nearby?”
    Jett brushed a wayward
hair out of her face. The feel of his fingers against her cheek sent a wave of
need rolling again. “Back at your house. I wasn’t sure where you were until I
saw you sitting up on the hill behind your place. I shucked my clothes and
shifted. Your tiger was too beautiful not to follow.”
    Corrine’s cheeks burned
with a blush. Not many people saw her tiger form and she was oddly pleased that
he liked her brown striped, rusty-reddish coat. “Thank you.”
    “What’s the hurry though
kitten? I’m perfectly comfortable right here.” He trailed his hand down her
back, resting it on her ass cheek after a quick squeeze. “Besides, the night is
just starting — I hope.”
    Corrine rolled her eyes.
It figured. He had gotten sex fairly easy from her and thought she’d roll
around more without anything more than a corny line. With a grunt and roll of
her eyes she pushed up from the ground. Bits of grass clung to her skin.
Avoiding his stare she brushed off what she could, taking as little time as
possible, then offered her hand to Jett. He took it and once on his feet pulled
her against him wrapping his arms around her. She tilted her head up to tell
him to stop when she was blindsided by a soft, lingering kiss. She couldn’t
help how her heart tripped over the unexpected tenderness.
    “So can I stay longer?” he
rumbled out. His hands were making delightful circles over her flesh. Working
his way back down to her ass. He sure did seem to like that part of her body.
    “Sure,” she groaned, “but
let’s go to the house.” The words slipping out without thought.
    He stopped rubbing, his
head jerking back.
    Uh oh. Maybe he didn’t
expect her to say yes. Maybe he really didn’t want to go to the house. It might
make it more personal, not that sex wasn’t personal, but guys did seem to be able to separate sex and emotions. He might think she
wanted more–relationship wise. Sure her tiger was trying to tell her
something about him but the truth was she didn’t know what she wanted. Corrine
bit her lip, unsure of what was going through his mind. The longer he stood
there staring at her, the more uncomfortable she became.
    Before she could stop her
overactive brain a nasty, wicked thought entered her mind. “You regret it
already don’t you?” she gasped. “You’re really not interested in heading to the
house are you? You were just scratching an itch, so you want to stay here in
case you need a quick getaway. Its not like anyone would raise an eyebrow at a
tiger prowling into town.”
    Damn. She didn’t know how
she got attached to him so quickly but the idea that he regretted what they’d
done hurt. Tears pricked the back of her eyes. She would not cry in front of
him. She struggled against him. Trying to get him to loosen his arms and let
her go. Instead, his arms tightened and his brow furrowed. He looked about as
confused as she felt at the moment.
    She wasn’t ready to shove
him out the door, but he didn’t look happy about staying. The first
good—no, great —sex she’d
had in years and she wasn’t quite ready to pass up on more. But she didn’t want
a guy staying around when he didn’t want to. When he regretted it.
    “Hold on there Corrine.” His hands moved over her back again. Long
soothing sweeps meant to