Trancing the Tiger (Chinese Zodiac Romance Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

Right then, right there.
    If not for the intrusion of his friends.
    Worse, she’d melted right into him the moment she’d realized his identity.
    She trusted him and didn’t even fucking know why. Once he got her somewhere safe, he’d enlighten her with the logic fueling her instincts.
    Tiger puffed out in supreme satisfaction. He almost hadn’t caught her; she was so swift. If not for the inclined tree trunk providing a bounding point, he might have missed.
    Sheng’s shoulders tensed, on alert for more of Snake’s “friends.” Penang Hill—behind them—served as the boundary between the Hai San and Ghee Hin territories. The Gardens were the gateway to the Ghee Hin Kongsi’s residence in the Batu Feringghi—the stretch of posh beaches on the north coast of the island. He had to get Lucy out of here before Snake caught sight of her and realized what she was.
    Where she might have argued with him, she simply obeyed. Her light footsteps padded behind him. That blind obedience concerned him more than her bolting. She shouldn’t trust a stranger with such ease, certainly not one who looked like him.
    He raked his hands through his hair to stop from lashing out at her…or drawing her into his arms and shielding her. He wasn’t sure which instinct would win.
    Even more reason to hold his tongue.
    He straddled his motorcycle, unclasped the helmet, and offered it to her.
    She approached him, her golden eyes wide and wary. Great. Now she chose to be cautious. “Who were those men?”
    “You wanna stay and find out?”
    Her nose twitched. “Do you work for my uncle? Are you my bodyguard? Where are you taking me?”
    “Get on.” He dismissed her questions and waved the helmet. No time for this, not here.
    Her hands trembled as she accepted it and secured the strap around her chin. Without questioning him again, she slipped onto the bike behind him.
    “Hold on tight.” He reached back, seized her wrists, and clasped her hands together around his waist. “I don’t do slow.”
    He revved the gas, the tires squealing while they pivoted around and peeled away. Her body slammed into his, her grasp cinching tighter as they sped through the streets. Lucy’s slender fingers spread across his abdomen, causing his muscles to tighten and his cock to throb. Was she purposefully teasing him with her velvety touch?
    She slid her fingers beneath the hem of his t-shirt and his abs jerked as though sparked by a live wire. He growled once, in warning.
    “Sorry. My fingers are cold. Do you mind?” Her murmur against his ear spiked his blood.
    Was she actually cold or did he detect a sultry note to her voice? Did she suffer the same raging attraction he did?
    With his concentration on navigating the streets and his hands gripping the handlebars, she had him at a disadvantage against the fanning of her fingers.
    Her warm fingers.
    They rounded a corner, and her body crushed against his. She didn’t draw back, and the imprint of her full breasts branded his back. He swore he could even feel her tight little nipples rubbing against him. He fought the urge to swing around and fuck her on the motorcycle. To hell with crashing—as if they’d even notice. They’d both survive.
    Your fault, Tiger. The beast practically heeled at her side. Like a bloody dog.
    Was it Rabbit or Lucy, herself, driving them both to madness?
    They squealed to a halt in front of a warehouse at the pier. He stiffened as he removed her hands from his waist and plucked her off the bike.
    She regarded him, one hand grasping her opposite wrist while she scanned the dockyard and the scattered people milling around—mostly couples out for a midnight tryst or teenagers looking for trouble.
    “Helmet.” He stretched out his hand.
    She unclasped the strap and removed his helmet, shaking out those long, wavy locks. Tendrils curled over her breasts and down to her waist.
    He licked his lips, his throat suddenly dry. His nostrils flared, inhaling her sweet, floral