Page 55 of Dragon Compelled
Sweeping her up, I carry her to the bedroom then toss her onto the mattress. She sits up on her elbows and looks at me with a playful smile lighting her face. “Is that a yes?” she jokes.
“How much do you like these clothes?” I ask, closing the distance between us.
“Why?”
Instead of answering her with words, I give into my need for her and rip her shirt off her body. She gasps, and I swallow the sound with a kiss that’s beyond impatient. Her tongue clashes with my own, letting me know she doesn’t mind my rough touch.
“Aries,” she gasps as I release her mouth, kissing a trail down her throat and across the swell of her breasts.
Her bra provides another roadblock, and I drag the straps down her shoulders, impatient for the barrier to be gone. The moment her nipple is free, I suck it into my mouth, and Paige makes a sound of pleasure as I flick her hardened peak with my tongue then nip at it with my teeth.
“Is this what you want, gorgeous,” I ask, needing to hear it from her mouth.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Don’t stop.”
I am more than willing to give in to her command. Dragging my tongue lower, I lick a trail from her breasts to the waistband of her pants. My fingers make quick work of the button on her jeans, and I’m just dragging them off her when the front door opens.
“Paige,” Blossom calls a second later. The urgency in her voice makes it impossible to ignore her.
I raise my head and meet Paige’s gaze, stifling a groan as I realize she intends to answer her friend.
“What?” Paige calls out.
“Oliver’s downstairs, and he’s looking for Tawny,” she calls back. “Better get down there fast.” There’s a pause as she adds, “Sorry to interrupt,” before quickly leaving again.
Paige’s gaze finds mine again, and her eyes widen with fear. I make a mental note to not only kill Oliver but to make him suffer first, but out loud, I say only, “I’ll come with you.”
Paige redresses quickly, choosing a new shirt since I shredded the one she wore earlier. She looks at me apologetically, pausing long enough to swoop in for a kiss. “Raincheck,” she says pointedly, and I smile, knowing she hasn’t completely moved on from where we just left off.
“It’s a date,” I tell her, palming her ass on the way out the door.
Downstairs, Oliver is waiting inside Paige’s office. I follow her inside, catching sight of an angry expression crossing Oliver’s face at the sight of me. He quickly hides it again, though, and smiles, focusing on Paige.
“There you are,” he says. “I’d begun to wonder if you’d abandoned your post.”
“No, I had another matter to attend to.” Paige’s cheeks flame with heat, but either Oliver doesn’t notice, or he’s doing her a favor and pretending.
“I don’t mean to steal you away,” he says, and I bristle at the choice of wording, mentally adding it to my list of reasons to flay him alive in the near future. “I wanted to ask if you’ve seen Tawny anywhere. We were supposed to meet up to discuss our meeting agenda tomorrow, but she didn’t show up.”
To her credit, Paige doesn’t flinch at the question. “No, I thought she wasn’t due until the morning.”
“Right, of course, just wondering if she’d popped over again for some reason.” But his expression is still full of worry.
“Not that I know of,” Paige says. “Maybe she went to see Phillip again?”
Oliver frowns and looks at me. “What about you? Any sign of your favorite neighborhood councilwoman?”
“I haven’t heard a peep,” I say maybe a little too smugly.
“Right. Well then, I’ll see if I can track her down.” He heads for the door, forced to pass by where I stand. Instead of shying away, he punches me lightly on the arm and says so quietly, I doubt Paige hears him, “Best of luck at tomorrow’s meeting, Your Majesty.”
Before I can respond, he’s gone.
Paige meets my eyes, her worry clear. She doesn’t say a word, though, and I know we’re both thinking Oliver could still be close by. Which means our “break” upstairs together will have to wait a little longer.
“I’m going to take a walk,” I tell her, “See if I can’t find some sign of our visitor from earlier.”
Paige nods, and I know she understands my meaning. “We need to figure out who it was before the meeting tomorrow.”
