Loved by the Lion: BBW Paranormal Lion Shifter BWWM Romance Read Online Free

hunting in the morning." Cole rolled his shoulders. "It's been awhile for almost all of us. Just about everyone lives in the suburbs and in cities, you know."
    "That must be hard on you."
    Cole shrugged noncommittally. "It can be. Everyone appreciates the chance to stretch their legs once in a while."
    "And break out their claws, too, huh?" Kira teased.
    "That too."
    "Too bad I can't come with you, at least not without a ride," she joked.
    Cole grinned, his lion roaring to life. "If all you needed was a ride, all you had to do was ask."
    "Oh, you're offering?" she said slyly, turning toward him and pulling her hands out of the water. They were covered in suds.
    As she turned, a lock of hair fell into her eyes, and before he knew what he was doing, Cole reached back to push it behind her ear. His touch left a droplet of water on her cheek, and her skin was smooth and silky. His hand lingered there; he didn't want to let go of her.
    His lion urged him to make a move already: take her, make her yours, right here, right now .
    "My hands are all soapy," she reminded him, holding them up as evidence.
    "Don't care," Cole said with a rough undertone to his voice. Having her skin so close to his was intoxicating. Unable to take it anymore, he leaned down to press his lips to hers.
    She melted into his touch immediately, pressing herself up against him deliciously. One of her hands slid into his hair, getting it all wet and messy, but he didn't mind the slightest bit. It was a small price to pay for being able to slip his tongue between her lips and press her back against the counter.
    One of his hands cupped the back of her head, tilting her face up. The other drifted lower, finding the hem of her shirt to ride it up and touch all of the soft, warm skin of her back he could find.
    His knee slipped between her legs and she parted for him eagerly, moving so she was pressed right up against him and he could feel the heat at her core, heat he wanted to touch, dip his fingers into, explore. The strength of his desire almost dizzied him.
    She broke off the kiss – but thankfully only for a moment, pushing herself up on the counter so she was a little higher than him and reaching for him with an eagerness he loved already. He tucked his hands into the back of her jeans, pulling her hips against his so she could feel his hard length, feel what she did to him.
    Her long legs wrapped around him, pulling him even closer than he thought was possible. Heat radiated from where their bodies touched.
    His hand slipped around to skim up her ribcage and cup one heavy breast through her bra. She moaned, and the sound burned down his body. Cole's lion was growling his satisfaction as his mouth searched out the sensitive spots on her throat, sucking and licking and looking for what would cause her to make that sound again.
    "Oh – ahh!"
    He heard a female voice behind him. She sounded embarrassed. Cole was sorely tempted to ignore her, whoever she was, and his lion agreed, still focused on Kira before anything else – but he had to have a little propriety.
    With a little groan of impatience, he stepped away from Kira, who was wide-eyed and flushed. Her mouth was soft and swollen from his; the sight provoked an intense desire to kiss her again, propriety be damned.
    But Kira wiggled away from him too, turning so that her face was hidden from their intruder.
    "So sorry," said the voice apologetically, "I just needed to get my drink, I left it in the dining room, I'll just be a –"
    " Go ," Cole said, more loudly than he needed to, but he didn't care. His hand squeezed Kira's knee where it was close to him.
    He rested his forehead against the hollow of her throat, breathing deeply. They both needed to catch their breath. Behind them the intruder retrieved her beverage and scurried away.
    Instead of continuing, Kira pushed gently at him until he moved away.  She hopped down from the counter and scooted away from him – not at all like the lioness who had