Page 51 of Dragon Unleashed
“Sorry. Yeah. Fine.” But when I reach for my clothes—I realize with great frustration that they’re not there. Shit. The shorts and tank I plan on wearing are still sitting nestled in my dresser drawers.
“Dammit, Paige,” I murmur. With no other option, I secure the towel around my chest then push the door open.
Aries moves back until he’s nearly on top of the bed.
His lips part slightly, his eyes burning with hunger.
“I forgot my clothes,” I say, though the words are half-hearted at best.
Aries doesn’t move.
Honestly, he could be made of stone for the way he stands there watching me. Frozen. Sculpted muscle on full display and freshly clean from the shower he took before me.
What would his flesh feel like beneath my fingertips?
My lips?
Aries’s nostrils flare. “Paige.” My name on his lips is a warning. “What are you thinking about?” He takes a step toward me, the look in his eye matching perfectly with the direction of my thoughts.
Startled, I throw up a hand. “No. You can’t come any closer.”
Aries stops, eyes narrowing. “Why not?”
“You know why. This—we—it would be a mistake. You’re going home soon, and my place is here. In the library.”
Ignoring my warning, Aries prowls forward, and my nipples strain beneath the towel at the way he looks at me. “Your arousal is driving me fucking wild,” he growls, eyes flashing brightly with power. “I can sense it, and I want to fucking taste it.”
“Yeah. Well. Your erection this morning was no help.” I may be inexperienced, but I’ve read enough to know his was a hell of a lot larger than what’s considered normal. Even by supernatural standards.
His gaze burns with challenge. “I want my hands on you.”
My breath hitches.
“Want to hear you cry out as you come.” Aries steps closer as the blood in my ears begins to thunder so loudly I can hardly think straight.
This is bad.
So, so, so bad.
And so freaking good.
Aries stops a few inches from me then reaches up and trails a finger along my jaw. I tilt my head, giving him access to my throat. “I haven’t been able to forget the way you tasted.” He leans in.
“I—we—this is bad, Aries.”
“Is it?” he questions as he leans in, his breath hot on my flesh. The throbbing between my legs becomes unbearable.
One light breeze.
That’s all it would take, and I’d come undone.
“You smell so fucking delectable.” His lips trace over my jaw, searing my flesh in their wake. “Tell me to stop,” he whispers. “I know you don’t want me to, Paige. But if you ask, I will respect the lie.”
“I—” My brain short circuits because what Ishouldsay is ‘stop.’ What comes out, though, is a defeated sigh before I cup his face with both hands and yank him down to me. I press my lips to his, pinning him against me as I feed the fire burning within me.
A fire that didn’t exist until this dragon emerged from the pages.
Aries wraps his arms around me and lifts, crushing me against his body as his tongue plunges into my mouth. It slides against mine as he backs me up and presses me against the wall.
