Page 39 of Dragon in Denial
“Honestly? I’m hoping you’re as horny as I am.”
He groaned. The tips of her fingers slipped under the waistband of his shorts.
“I’m not thinking about anything else,” she whispered. “I won’t have any regrets.”
Wouldn’t she? And what about him? Would he regret it if he gave in to his dragon’s demands and had sex with her, knowing it would bind them forever? Knowing he’d attach himself to a dragon’s blood dealer? “You don’t—”
She leaned forward and kissed him. A simple press of flesh to flesh.
And then she nipped at his bottom lip.
He snaked his arm around her waist and deftly flipped her onto her back. He hovered over her with his hands pressed against the sheets on either side of her head. “We need to talk first.”
She gave him a push, sending him rolling onto his back, and then she straddled him, situating herself so that her most sensitive area nestled against his swollen cock. He groaned and closed his eyes. She rotated her hips; he popped them back open again. “Antoinette…”
She grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and flipped it over her head. Her bra was white satin, nothing frilly, and yet her breasts spilling out of the top of that bit of material was the sexiest thing Ketu had ever witnessed in his life. He smoothed his hand along the top swell of each breast. She arched, pressed into his touch, and he dropped his hands to cup those puppies. He wanted to touch them without the impediment of her bra.
He closed his eyes again. His rational mind was fast losing a battle against his physical desires. And his dragon wasn’t helping matters.
If we do this and bind her to us, we can help her work through whatever reasons she has for dealing the drug, his dragon suggested.
It sounded like a solid plan, although Ketu had enough wits still about him to suspect his dragon was saying whatever he needed to in order to convince Ketu to have sex with Antoinette.
Still, the idea had merit. Because, honestly, he wanted to be Antoinette’s mate. He wanted them to create a new life—together. As a unit. As partners. As lovers.
And he wanted to be Henri’s dad. He wanted to give Henri a few siblings.
He didn’t want to run away anymore.
Lifting his gaze to her face, he said, “Antoinette, I need to tell—”
She snagged his hands, laced her fingers with his own, and pressed them against the bedding. “I need you to stop talking and just enjoy this.”
Still holding his hands hostage, she leaned forward and kissed his neck, then made her way down to one of his nipples, where she teased it into a tiny, stiff point, and then nipped at it. He hissed and arched his back, gritting his teeth.
Oh, he was definitely enjoying this. “Fine,” he ground out. “Take off your bra.”
Her lips curved into a smile. “That’s better.”
When she released his hands to do as he commanded, he grabbed her hips and switched their positions again. She let out a little yelp and then lay beneath him, watching him, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession, her bare breasts all but begging for his attention.
“You won’t regret this,” he vowed before dropping his head to focus on her quivering tits.
“I know.” She cupped his head, holding him there, and he chuckled against her smooth skin before suckling a nipple into his mouth.
“Ketu,” she cried out, and it was enough to make him want to mount her right then and there, take her, claim her, make her his.
But no, that would be too quick, the moment, their first time together, over too soon. He wanted to drag this out, give her so much pleasure she’d be mindless with it. He wanted her to cry out his name again and again, until she was wrung out and exhausted and yet still wanting more.
He pried her hands off his head and pressed them against the top ridge of the headboard. “Hold on, sweetheart. Don’t let go.”
She clutched at the smooth wood, her dark eyes wide in her flushed face. He dropped a quick kiss on her lips and then shimmied down her body, trailing nips and licks along her skin until she was panting. “Please, Ketu,” she begged.
“I like the way you say that.”
She squeezed her eyes shut and threw her head back as he slid her panties down her legs.
He cupped her inner thighs, lifting her knees and then gently pushing until she let her legs fall apart. She kept the dark, coarse hairs trimmed so close she was practically bald, and it was sexy as fuck. Her folds glistened with arousal. She wanted this, possibly as much as he did.
