Page 70 of Dragon Touched
An evil grin played on his lips, and he ran a hand through his light hair. “Um hmm.” He leaned toward her and reached into his suit jacket. When his hand reappeared, a black, silk blindfold dangled from his fingers.
Sacha’s body responded with liquid desire, and she slid a hand into the band of his dress pants.
He groaned under her touch.
Plucking Cyan from her arms, he swatted the dragon away. “It’s my turn, now.”
The animal settled onto the crown of his head, grabbed two talons of hair, and lifted off.
Fin screamed. “You bloody little asswipe.”
With tufts of the sorcerer’s hair in each talon, Cyan flew upward, out of Fin’s reach.
“Swear to the Divines I’ll take back my promise of never-ending tacos if you don’t behave yourself.”
A loud snort echoed in the hallway, and then pieces of straight, blond hair rained down upon Fin’s head.
“Aw, don’t be so hard on him.” Sacha’s body shook from pent-up mirth. She shot Cyan a dazzling smile. “After all, he’s had to put up with your grumpy ass for years. I think you two were made for each other.”
“I’ll show you what I was made for, little rat.”
He swept her into his arms. After he crossed the threshold, he kicked the door shut with a loudbang.
In his strong embrace, she felt cherished, loved, and protected.
Her fingertips traced the visible scar.
The forward momentum of his legs stilled, and he stared into her eyes with deep longing.
“I think you’re missing an item, Fin.”
He set her feet onto the floor. “And what would that be?” He burrowed into her neck, and his arms skated under the back of her shirt to slide across naked flesh, stopping when his fingers reached the clasp of her bra.
His tongue traced her jawline. The stubble on his chin burned a path in its wake.
God, I think I love his weird ass.
The thought made her freeze for a moment.
Yes, how odd, but Idolove him. It feels so right to be in his arms.
The realization hit her like a meteorite, and her body tingled from anticipation. She couldn’t wait to be the one to pleasure him.
Placing a hand under his chin, she pulled his head to hers. “Cuffs, but not for me.”
“Hmm.” He pulled away, and his red stare narrowed. His chest moved with a rapid intake of breath. “I don’t—”
She pressed a finger to his mouth. “Uh uh. This relationship is going to be balanced—in everything.”
Discomfort oozed from his shoulders, and his face looked pained, as if he wanted to argue but also longed to screw her at the same time.
“Not used to giving up control, huh?”A snicker escaped her lips. “It’s only fair.”
His lids dropped, and he stared at her mouth, then sucked her bottom lip between his teeth. “Fine,” he mumbled. “But just remember, whatever you do to me will be repaid with interest.”
“Oh, is that a threat?” Her hands slid inside his shirt and skated across hard, burning pecs and ridged scars.
“It’s a promise, you little deviant.”
