Page 95 of The Baby Dragon Cafe
He walked her to his room, then set her down with great care onto his bed. She fidgeted, her body restless to be away from his, something he remedied quickly by kissing her again. The sound of their uneven breathing filled the space as they exchanged sharp kisses, each charged with longing and need.
“Off,” she said, pushing his shirt up. He pulled it off in a swift motion, and she stared, drinking in the sight of him, and then they were kissing again, his body pressing hers back into the soft covers.
She felt the muscles in his stomach tighten as she touched him, her hands greedily exploring every inch and contour.
His hands slipped under her dress, clever fingers moving along her bare skin, and heat poured through her. She made a desperate sound in the back of her throat as he tugged her dress higher, and she stopped kissing him long enough to pull it off.
With reverent hands he peeled away the rest of her clothing, and her heart pounded with urgency as she reached to undress him as well.
Then they were kissing again, all tongues and teeth and skin and nerves. Her blood roared in her ears, heart pulsing painfully.
She pulled him closer, a dreamlike haze coming over her as he touched her everywhere. Her skin burned as his fingers moved. She cried out, her entire body pulled taut with need.
Then finally his body came over hers, and the feeling was catastrophic, delicious,right.Her nails dug into his back, urging him closer, and he made a strangled sound in response. He kissed her desperately, hungrily, the friction between them frantic, electric.
Everything else faded away, until all that remained was the two of them; the feel of him as he pushed inside of her; his body and hers, moving together; the pounding of his heart; his lips; his hands; his skin.
Desire and delight—so much delight.
Chapter 25
The next morning, Saphira awoke with the very best sort of exhaustion. They had been up for hours last night, unable to get enough of each other, so when they did finally sleep, they both slept like the dead.
Saphira opened her eyes to find that Aiden wasn’t there. She stretched, then went to the bathroom. Her eyes widened when she looked in the mirror, and she tried not to laugh at the sight.
Her hair was a mess, courtesy of last night’s activities, and she had a huge hickey on the sensitive part of her throat. Heat flushed through her at the memories.
Saphira freshened up, stealing a shirt from Aiden’s closet. It had an embroidered floral detail on the chest and fell past her hips.Cute.Maybe she would keep this.
She braided her hair back so it wasn’t such a mess, then was about to leave the bedroom, when the door opened from the other side and Aiden entered. He was shirtless, wearing only boxer shorts, and was carrying a tray.
She was delighted at the sight (of both his body and thebreakfast), but he looked dismayed to see she was already awake.
“What are you doing? Get back in bed!”
She held up her hands. “Okay, okay.” Saphira got back into bed, then took it a step further, pretending to go back to sleep. She felt the bed shift as Aiden sat down on it, then he cleared his throat.
She opened her eyes again. “Oh! Breakfast in bed! What a surprise!” He laughed, pinching her side, and she yelped. “No, seriously, this looks wonderful.”
The tray had a plate of French toast stacked high, maple syrup, a bowl of mixed berries, and a little vase of red roses. There was already a jug of water and two glasses on his side table.
“You are too sweet,” she said, kissing his cheek.
“Only the best for my best girl.” He poured her a glass of water, and she took a long sip.
“I needed that.” As she drank, he watched her throat, noticing the bruise, a smug glimmer in his eyes.
“I’ll be back.” He left, then came back a moment later with a little square of aloe vera, one side cut off to reveal the gel, which he rubbed against her throat. It was cool and soothing.
“Mm, that feels good.”
She loved how he took care of her. Saphira reached for the syrup, drowning her French toast in the liquid as Aiden watched.
“Please eat some of the berries, too,” he said, as she added a spoonful of whipped cream.
“Oh, I thought those were for you.”
He laughed. “They’re forbothof us. You need proper nutrition.”
