Tide followed the red taillights of Meghan's vehicle, and within a few minutes, they pulled into a long driveway. It was gravel but smoothed out flat. Trees lined each side of the drive. Her house was beautiful. It had big windows and a wrap-around porch. It overlooked large grassy fields with the mountains as a backdrop.

She parked in a big red barn to the side of the house, and he pulled in behind her. She got out of the vehicle, her back straight, glancing his way. Meghan was an interesting female. This was indeed an unexpected turn of events. She was attracted to him. Her scent had given that away a time or two and yet, he wasn't sure if she had really invited him for the food or something more. Tide sure as fuck hoped it was for more.

He climbed out of his vehicle, and they headed to the front door. "Your place is amazing."

She smiled. “Thank you. I love it. It’s just a pity that I don’t get to spend as much time here as I would like.”

“Oh?” He raised his brows.

Meghan nodded as she unlocked the door. "I work crazy hours, sometimes seven days a week, so," she shrugged, "I'm not here as often as I would like." She switched on the light, continuing into the living room.

Somehow he'd expected something more sterile. Not this. ‘Country chic,' as he'd read in a magazine once. Florals, soft tones with more modern finishes. It was warm and inviting.

“Come on in.” The keys clanged as she set them in a bowl on the middle of the dining room table. “Let’s put some stain remover on that shirt and then I’m going to take a really quick shower if … Oh!” She managed her shock well. Her eyes widened as they landed on his naked torso before shooting back to lock with his. “You didn’t have to take off your shirt,” she shook her head, “but … um …”

Flustered! Awesome! She definitely wasn’t immune to him. “I thought it would be easier this way.” He handed the garment to her.

“Right, let me sort this out.” She turned away from him. Again, this was different. Typically, females would eyeball the fuck out of him. Their eyes would turn all greedy. Their breathing would become louder, so much choppier. Aside from a slightly elevated heart-rate … nothing.

“Can I help you with that?” He sidled in next to her. Watching as she smeared some or other chemical on the stain.

"That's okay." She shook her head. "I've got it." Using a clean cloth, she rubbed on the mark for a few seconds before hanging the shirt carefully over a chair. She was either avoiding looking at him, or he really didn't do it for her. Such mixed signals. He had no idea what she was thinking. It intrigued him. "Right, that needs a few minutes to work its magic." She touched his shirt, glancing at him. "I'm going to order us some pizzas. I'll jump in the shower while we wait. I won't be ten minutes and …”

Tide frowned. “I thought you had leftovers.” He clenched his jaw to stop himself from grinning.

"Yeah," she nodded, "I do, but take-out might be better. We don't have to get pizza, we could get Chinese or Thai or a couple of burgers." She bit down on her lip like she was trying to keep herself from saying anything else. And what a plump lip it was. "On me of course. I wouldn't expect you to pay after you changed my tire and I ruined your shirt."

Maybe he really was just here because she felt bad about the stupid shirt. There was only one way to find out. “I’d really like to try your leftovers. Is it food you cooked yourself?”

She nodded. "Yes, but I think that—"

“Sounds really good to me.” He headed for the refrigerator. “Is it in here?”

“Well, um … yes but …”

He opened the door, and a laugh burst out of him. He turned back to her. "How do you even stay alive?" The fridge was empty. Okay, aside from milk and a few bottles of condiments, it was empty. There was a single Tupperware on the middle shelf.

“I eat breakfast at home and most other meals at work, so—”

Tide reached for the container, taking it out.

“I don’t think that …” Meghan let the sentence die as he pulled up the lid.

Tide looked over at her. “I take it that these are the leftovers that you promised me?”

Meghan blushed, and she blushed hard. It was evident even under all the grease. "That's why I suggested getting a—"

"We don't need takeout." Tide put the Tupperware back in the fridge and slammed the door.

“Why not? I thought you were hungry?”

"I'm not hungry." He shook his head, taking a step towards her. Meghan took a small step back. Fuck, but this female intrigued him. Her pupils dilated, and he scented both nervousness and excitement on her.

“You’re not?” She frowned, her voice had a breathless edge. Finally!

“No, and you didn’t invite me here for leftovers.”

He watched her throat work. “I guess I didn’t. I mostly invited you here to clean your shirt.”

He choked out a laugh. It was deep and husky. Totally giving away his level of attraction to her. So fucking sweet and lush. "Forget the damned shirt. I know you don’t give a shit about my shirt either.”

“Of course I do,” she blurted.

He raised his brows.

"I do … I really do, but,” she swallowed hard again, “it's also not the reason I invited you here."

“Why did you invite me then?” He took another step towards her and this time she stood her ground.

“I don’t know, I guess …” She cleared her throat. “Why did you come? You said it wasn’t for the food and I know you don’t mind the stain. You said so yourself, so why are you here?”

"Oh, I came for you, Meghan … only for you."

She gasped, and her mouth fell open for a second or two. "Oh! Oh, I see."

"I have this thing about not touching a female unless she asks me to." He shoved his hands into his jeans pockets to prove a point and stepped right into her space, looking down at her.

Her eyes were wide. Her face had gone from full blush to pale in an instant. He knew he hadn't misread this whole thing, but Meghan wasn't his usual stag run type of female. A one-night stand might not be for her. It wasn’t for everyone.

“Also, you need to know that I’m just passing through, so …”

"I'm not looking for a relationship." She shook her head, her gaze moving to his chest. At long fucking last her eyes turned a whole lot greedy.

“How would you feel about one night?”

Her gaze lifted back to his face. “One night I could do,” her voice was timid. “I would really like it if you touched me.” Her chest rose and fell in quick succession.

“Good because I would like nothing more …” He touched the side of her arm just to test the waters. A female would normally be all over him by now. Not this one and he loved the hell out of it.

She pulled away. What the fuck? Shook her head. What the all-ever-loving …? “I really must shower, I’m—”

"Don't worry about that. I think you look sexy as fuck." He hooked an arm around her middle and pulled her against him.

"I really should …” Then she registered what it was he had said. “Oh, you do?"

"Yes, most definitely and I'm going to dirty you up a whole hell of a lot more so there’s no need for a shower."

“Oh, I see.” She was struggling to catch her breath.

“And you’re going to put so many damned stains all over me, I may never get them out.” He maneuvered her so that her back was against the refrigerator.

“That would be bad.”

He chuckled as he nuzzled into her neck, tasting a bit of grease but also a whole lot of female, and she was fucking delectable. She gave a startled yelp when he nipped her flesh. Right where her collarbone and her neck met. It quickly turned into a moan that sent a shock of need straight to his cock. "I'm going to make you feel so good," he mumbled against her skin.

“You will?” Her voice was filled with awe.

"Yes, you’d better believe it." He cupped one of her breasts and just as he expected, it was plump as fuck. She moaned again as he brushed his thumb over her tightening nipple. Receptive and needy. His favorite combination.

Then he captured her lips. Human females loved to kiss, and Meghan was no exception. She dove straight in, her arms threaded around his neck. Her lips smacked, and her tongue dueled with his. Her little fingers dug into the tops of his shoulders, and her hips rocked. Tide doubted she knew she was even doing it. His cock loved the attention, the rub of her body against his.

He slipped a hand between her legs and cupped her sex through her pants. Meghan's eyes sprung open, and she moaned. The scent of her arousal tripled. She broke the kiss though, and he pulled his hand back.

"I really should shower and shave and stuff. I'm not …" She shook her head.

“You’re perfect.” He kissed her again, gently cupping her again. Using his thumb, he rubbed over the area where he knew her clit would be.

She pushed out a deep groan that had desperation written all over it.

Keeping his touch really soft, he continued to rub on her clit through the layers of clothing. He broke the kiss. “I’m going to undo your pants.”

"Okay." She was full on panting at this point.

“And your top.” He was feeling a bit desperate himself. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on her tits. Fuck!

“Yeah, okay.” Her eyes were glassy. Rub, rub, rub. He kept stroking her through the material. Her hips rocked.

She was something alright. Tide had seriously lucked out. Thank fuck he'd taken the alternate route. If he were to take a guess, he'd say she hadn't had sex in a really long time. He planned on making good on his promise. Meghan was about to have the best night of her life. Tide kissed her again. She tasted just as good as she felt. The little noises she made had his groin tightening.

* * *

This wasn’t happening!

Yes, it was.

Oh, good god, this was happening. Please let this not be a dream. She had a feeling that this was about to become the best night of her life.

Tide tugged on her top, parting the material. She hadn't even felt him undo the buttons. Then he pulled back mid-kiss, his gaze on her chest. "Fucking stunning," he mumbled. It sounded like he meant it. His eyes shone a brighter blue as he tugged one of her bra cups. Her boob spilled right out. "Incredible," he mumbled some more, his voice deep and husky sounding.

He seemed to really like her boobs. Like, make that love. She'd always been a bit self-conscious. They were huge and well, gravity was a thing, and mass played a significant role and Newton had this law … She moaned when he sucked on her nipple. It wasn't gentle or playful. It was serious. He was serious. A zing of pleasure mingled with a hint of pain had her crying out.

It sounded like he said ‘So receptive’ against her flesh before sucking on her nipple some more.

There was the sound of a zipper going down and a tugging on her pants. Flip, oh, flip! They were her pants, her zipper. She hadn’t noticed him undoing them.

She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing for the hundredth time that she’d trimmed her bush. Wishing even harder that she’d worn sexy underwear.

“You okay?”

She’d been so busy worrying about … stuff down there … that she hadn’t noticed him stop.

“Yes,” she squeaked. “I just really need a trim … down there, that is.”

His eyes flared with understanding and then narrowed into hers. "Listen to me, you are one hell of a sexy female. I'm seriously fucking turned on by you, and I don't care about a few smears of grease or a bit of fur. Do you understand?"

“Yes,” a whisper.

“Good. I’m going to make you come now.”

Oh shit! Oh Hell! "Okay," she squeaked again.

She held onto his biceps. They were huge and firm like the rest of him. The refrigerator felt cool at her back. Tide kept his beautiful blue eyes on hers as he slipped her pants down to about halfway down her hips, leaving her underwear in place. His gaze softened. “You look frightened.”

“I’m not. It’s just that …” She moaned when he slipped a hand into her suit pants, rubbing her through her underwear. It was like he could sense her nervousness.

“Relax,” he murmured. Tide brushed his lips over hers. Then brushed a kiss on her jawline, moving to her earlobe. All the while, he rubbed right over her clit with his finger. Really softly and yet firm enough to have her squirming. Enough to make her want to shove her pants right down and hook a leg around him.

More.

More.

More.

She moaned when he sucked on her earlobe. Then he was pushing her panties to the side and the very tip of his finger connected with her clit. Thank god! Skin to skin. She both sighed and mewled as her hips shot forward.

More.

It felt so darned good as the pad of his thumb slid over the very sensitive bundle of nerves. She was horrified to find that she was rocking against his hand. The word ‘more’ still on the tip of her tongue. It reverberated around her brain like an overzealous ping pong ball.

By now her hips were rocking like mad, and she was making silly little noises. "Sorry," she whispered, all breathless. "It's been a while." She choked out a sob. "A long while." Her words were strained.

“Don’t apologize.” His voice sounded even deeper than before. All the huskier. “Make as much noise as you want. In fact, I insist.” He slid a finger inside her, curling the tip so that … Meghan cried out. “That’s it,” his voice gravelly. So sexy.

Tide fingered her again and again, it felt amazing. It was like he knew exactly where to touch her for the most impact. The pad of his thumb was firmly on her clit. While his finger … make that fingers ‒ plural … did amazing things to her. Deep inside her. Meghan was panting at this point, her eyes were wide open. She continued to rock her hips. Continued to mewl and groan, or to all-out yell, with every slip and slide of his finger. Right now, she didn't care about anything but the pleasure he was bringing her. She gripped his biceps all the tighter, feeling the build in the pit of her stomach. A coiling that seemed to take hold of her entire body. Her skin felt tight. She felt hot all over.

"Oh, my … oh …" she groaned, gritting her teeth. If she came now, it would be too soon. She'd come across as needy and desperate. Had to try and hold on. Hold. On.

“Come for me,” he whispered, his words tickled her ear. “Let go.” His chest rumbled. “You’re so damned wet, so tight …” His dirty words sent her tumbling over the edge with a loud yell that seemed to echo around the otherwise quiet room.

Her hips jerked as pleasure rushed through her. He kept fingering, kept rubbing while she fell apart. The yell turned into a deep moan. Tide knew precisely when to ease off. Slower, softer, even slower until he was barely moving.

She had buried her head against her chest. Was struggling to catch her breath. He stopped and pulled her underwear back into place. Thankfully, he had an arm hooked around her waist, or she might have crumpled into a heap on the floor.

“Are you okay?” he asked. His voice still impossibly deep.

“Yeah,” she managed to push out. Shit! Her suit pants were around her ankles. When did that happen? That meant that she was just in her undies. They were the full set of cotton briefs. Not very flattering.

“Let’s get you out of these.” He lifted her, stepping on the pants so that they stayed behind, a pool of black material on the floor. “Put your legs around me.”

“I’m too heavy, I—”

“Do it now!” he growled. The sound sending shivers racing up and down her spine. She did as he said.

“Oh shit.” Her voice was a bit croaky after all that moaning. “I don’t have any condoms in the house.” It wasn’t like she had a boyfriend. She didn’t normally do things like this either so …

Tide chuckled. “Don’t worry. I have a couple in my wallet.”

A couple.

More than one.

"That's good news." What a lame thing to say. She was feeling relieved though. Big time. The thought of not getting to have sex with this beautiful man … shifter, didn't sit right with her. This wasn't her typical MO, but she was damned if she was missing out on a night like this.

Tide walked straight to her bedroom, which was weird since she lived in a four-bedroom house and her room wasn’t the first one down the hall. “How did you know this one was mine?” she asked as he turned on the light with the sweep of the hand.

"Shifters have a great sense of smell." He nuzzled her neck and sniffed her. Kind of like a dog, only for some strange reason it was a turn on. He kept walking towards her bed.

Then she remembered that she’d last showered this morning. That she was covered in grease and grime. He sniffed her again, his nose against her skin. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I’m in desperate need of a—”

“You smell delicious. I might just eat you all up.”

Then she was weightless for a few moments before landing on the soft mattress. She bounced once or twice. Meghan watched as Tide toed off his boots, one and then the other. He bent down and removed his socks. His jeans stayed on though. She could see a large, make that ‒ she swallowed thickly ‒ enormous, bulge in his pants.

Flip!

The bed dipped as he put a knee down, his gaze firmly fixed on her. He was taking her in, his intense blue stare raked over her. Slightly embarrassed, she glanced down. Her shirt gaped open … oh gosh … boobs were still spilling out over the cups of her bra. Then there were those god-awful panties. Full briefs. To make matters worse, they were off-white from all the washing. Arghhh! It wasn’t like she could have guessed this would happen to her. Not in a million years.

Meghan looked back up at him. His chest was amazing, so smooth and masculine even although there was not a single hair to speak of. Not to mention his abs, ripped to perfection. She wanted to run her tongue across them and suck on his pecks. In short, he was spectacular.

Tide licked his lips. “I think I’ll start with your pussy.”

“W-what?” She sounded like a blithering idiot. Just because you died and went to hunk heaven does not mean you get to lose your faculties, Meghan.

He cocked his head, his gaze turning feral. "I said, I'm going to eat you up, and I think I'll start with that piece of heaven nestled between your legs."

Meghan bit down on her lower lip to keep from groaning. His words were so filthy. She loved it.

“Take off the panties,” he ordered.

“Um … okay …” She felt her cheeks heat as she hooked her fingers in the elastic band. It was a mess down there. An utter war-zone. “I must warn you—”

Tide shook his head. He looked angry. “Don’t say it,” he rasped. “The only words I want to hear coming out of those lips are ‘fuck me’ and ‘harder.' I might accept ‘deeper,' and you're more than welcome to scream my name, but that's it. Are we clear?" As he spoke, he lifted her legs ‒ which were still closed ‒ over one shoulder and gently peeled her panties off. Slipping them up her thighs and over her feet.

He ran his hands up and down her legs. Try as she might, her knees stayed locked together. She felt mortified about what he would think when he got a proper look down there. It didn’t deter him however. Tide leaned down and licked her slit. Her legs were together, straight up in the air. His tongue was long and very warm. He licked her again and again. Meghan moaned and moaned some more. Good. So good. Oh so very good. Especially considering she had just come.

Somehow or other ‒ she wasn't sure when or how ‒ her legs ended up over his shoulders and spread so wide that the insides of her thighs burned. She didn't care though because she was well on her way to another orgasm. Tide was suckling on her clit. It was a sensation she'd never experienced before. It was mind-blowing. His hot mouth was closed over her flesh, and every so often his tongue would flick across her clit, mid-suck. She made a weird noise, sounding a little like a dying animal, but she didn't give a rat's ass. Meghan was so far beyond giving a damn that it was obscene. It had never felt this good before. His tongue, his mouth, his hands, him.

Oh.

Oh.

Yes.

Both of her hands were buried deep in his hair, which she was pulling. Meghan couldn’t make herself stop. She was thrusting her hips. Pretty much fucking the poor guy’s face. She couldn’t stop that either. Nearly, so very nearly …

Tide pulled away. She may have removed a chunk of his hair trying to stop him. “No! More …” She was panting hard.

“‘Fuck me,' ‘harder,' ‘deeper’ or my name," Tide growled, but she wasn't sure what he was on about. Her brain was a fog of need. "But I'll accept ‘more.'" He pulled down his zipper and the biggest cock she had ever seen before jutted forward. It was thick as well as long. The head was shiny; it leaked pre-come.

Her mouth fell open. “Crikey,” she whispered.

Tide moaned. “Don’t look at me like that … like you want to eat me all up.”

“I do,” she blurted. She’d never been so brazen before. It felt good.

His Adam’s apple bobbed. He stroked himself once and shook his head, his eyes were on her mouth. “Don’t tempt me, female.” He stood and pulled his jeans all the way off, stepping out of them one leg at a time. His sacs were heavy between his legs. His thighs thick with muscle and his hips narrow. He even had that whole V-thing going on.

Good lord!

“Take those off.” He gestured with his eyes to her top and bra. “I want you naked.”

His eyes were feral and hungry ‒ for her. It looked like he really wanted her. She nodded and with fumbling hands somehow managed to pull the blouse from her shoulders. Next, she reached back and unhooked her bra, pulling that from her shoulders as well.

Tide tore a condom foil with his teeth but stopped mid-motion. “You’re gorgeous.” His gaze moved from between her legs, which were still wide open, to her boobs and then to her face. “Very sexy,” he added. He finished tearing open the condom. “It’s been a while for me too.” His eyes were bright, almost as if they were glowing.

A zing of need coursed through Meghan as he fisted his cock, running it down his length as he sheathed his member. Then he was back between her legs, his mouth suckling on her clit, his fingers deep inside her. It didn’t take more than what felt like a few seconds to have her moaning again. Just as she was getting close ‒ her skin tightening, her yells becoming louder ‒ Tide flipped her over onto all fours. He gripped her hips, pulling her ass into the air. “I’m going to take you now.” His voice was a deep rasp. One hand slid around her belly, his deft fingers finding her clit. “I’ll go easy but I can’t be gentle.”

Rub, rub, rub. His ministrations were turning her mind to mush. At this point, she was desperate for release. So close but not there yet. She was panting like a wild thing. The sound of her breathing filled the room.

He put his tip at her opening. There was pressure but not enough to breach. All the while, he kept up that rub on her clit. Soft and easy. Enough to destroy every brain cell but not enough to tip her over the edge. She felt something drip down her leg.

Oh god! She was just that wet. She’d never been this turned on, this desperate. “Please!” It came out as a half moan, half plea.

Tide chuckled, it sounded strained. “That’s not one of the magic words.”

“What magic words?” she moaned as he circled her clit with his finger. Round and around now instead of side to side.

“Oh god!”

“That’s not my name.” He circled the other way. Lazy and slow. His cock right there. So hard.

She tried to push back with her ass.

“Ah … no,” he tutted. “Tell me what you want?” The pressure increased and eased and increased and eased. His finger danced around her clit, barely touching her. She glanced back. Oh good god! Tide was making small thrusting motions with his hips even though he hadn’t breached her yet. His eyes were glowing, his jaw tight. So darned sexy that it almost had her coming.

He stopped moving his finger. Meghan was going to die if he didn’t take her now. She tried to recall the words he’d told her to use. “Fuck me,” she sobbed, feeling so darned naughty. She’d never said anything like it before. Not ever. It was empowering. Especially when his eyes darkened up, when his jaw tightened. She could see how turned on he was.

“It would be my pleasure.” Tide thrust into her. It hurt but at the same time it felt amazing.

Meghan cried out, her fingers gripping the comforter so hard that she was sure she broke a nail. Her back bowed as his dick slid all the way in. As his hips hit her ass. As he bottomed out inside her.

“Fucking tight,” he growled, sounding more animal than man.

He pulled out and then thrust back into her with a hard grunt. “Amazing,” he muttered. His fingers dug into her hips as he thrust again and again. Her boobs were mashed against the bed. The light stinging feeling slowly subsided, making way for even more pleasure.

Her eyes rolled back in her skull, she ground her teeth, groaning deeply with every hard, even thrust. This was precisely what she needed. The bed shook harder as he picked up the pace, grunting with every stroke. She could hear the sucking noises her body was making. Could hear the slap of his balls against her ass. Meghan had never been taken like this before. The men in her past had always been so gentle and considerate. This was animalistic. It was … incredible.

“Oh god!” she yelled, as the coiling sensation took hold. As her belly tightened up all over again. As her skin tightened.

Meghan felt a sharp sting on her ass. “It’s Tide,” he growled.

"W-what?" she managed to sob. Her ass felt warm where he had slapped her. More wetness dripped between her legs. She'd actually liked that he had smacked her. What was wrong with her? Ordinary people didn't enjoy being spanked … or did they?

He rubbed a hand over the stinging flesh of her ass and she groaned. Apparently, they did enjoy it. She did, at any rate.

The bed shook and rocked so hard that she thought it might break. “My name,” he grunted. “It’s Tide.” His voice was so deep. He continued to grunt. Not letting up an inch.

“Oh,” she moaned. “Oooooooh …” Everything was tightening. She couldn’t catch her breath and didn’t want to.

Tide reached around her, caging her with his massive body. His hard chest against her back. She couldn’t move. Good thing Meghan was right where she wanted to be.

Rub.

Rub.

More frantic this time. The tip of Tide’s finger slid over her clit. She clenched her jaw and squeezed her eyes shut. Then everything let go. Meghan screamed his name as her orgasm belted through her.

Tide groaned and tightened his grip on her. His hips jerked, his thrusts became deeper and more insistent. Her fingers dug into the comforter. Her whole body was being pinned down by him. Her orgasm continued to rush through her with each hard drive. Tide kept pushing into her, slower this time. Her jaw turned slack, her deep groan turning into a softer moan.

Then he was undulating his hips in what felt like little circles, drawing the last bit of pleasure out of her. Tide finally slumped over her. She could feel his chest expand and contract rapidly, could hear his heavy breathing. He wasn’t crushing her, so he must be taking some of the weight on himself. “You feel amazing,” Tide finally whispered. “So damned good … I might never want to leave.” He gave a tiny thrust.

Meghan whimpered. She was still shaking. Still struggling to breathe after that life-changing orgasm. How did she go back to getting herself off? What would be the point?

“Are you okay?” He pulled out and she actually felt empty. It was, of course, because he was just so darned big. That was all. It had nothing to do with this talk of him not wanting to leave.

Meghan realized, in that moment, that she was lonely. She really did need to work on getting a life. Outside of work anyway. Tide lay down next to her and gently tugged her so that she was facing him. He cupped her chin. “Are you alright?”

“I’m good.” She smiled. “Better than good. Thank you for that. I appreciate it. You don’t have to stay, by the way,” she blurted. “I’m not sure how one-night stands work, but …”

“We’re not done.” Tide narrowed his eyes. “Not nearly. I’m just giving you a break before round two.”

“Round two?” She could feel herself frown. Could feel how her cheeks heated. Make that, how her whole body heated. She felt his words between her legs. Meghan was appalled to find that she wanted more. Much more. She frowned, not sure if she was happy with this newly awakened sex kitten side of her. She had always enjoyed sex but she’d never craved it before.