Page 31 of Dragon Touched
“Because I really want to do this, too.” His lips trailed along her neck, placing small kisses as they moved to her shoulder.
When the tip of the finger dipped into her folds and swirled against the delicate, sensitized skin, electricity radiated through her blood. Arching her pelvis higher, she pushed into the touch and couldn’t stop a tremor.
She wanted to dig her fingernails into his back and pull him closer. Instead, she scrunched the pillow behind her head and whimpered.
“Oh, God.”
“No, afraid not.” A silky, deep chuckle rumbled against her throat. “Fin will do nicely, though.” His lips latched onto her mouth and curved into a smile.
Best. Dream. Ever.A rising wave of pleasure was approaching, and she wanted whatever he was willing to give.
His tongue plunged into her mouth, exploring her teeth and the tender flesh of her bottom lip.
She lashed against it, meeting him stroke for stroke.
A fine coating of sweat broke across her flesh with the controlled, steady movement of his finger. He was making her come undone, and the sensations seemed too real and heavy for a mere dream.
The weight of his chest settled onto hers, and he shifted his arm to the side. Keeping his fingers busy, his sure movements coaxed her to the edge of ecstasy.
“I-I can’t fight it.” She didn’t want release just yet.
This fantasy needed to last longer because she didn’t want to wake until she had a chance to gain his trust and return the favor.
“I don’twantyou to fight it.” The smell of the expensive cologne, the heat from his toned body, and the expert movements of his fingers deep inside her core pushed her over the edge.
Colors and sensations swirled in her mind, and every muscle in her body froze in anticipation.
A hot hand slid across her hip, the curve of her waist, all the way up to her cheek, intensifying her climaxing pleasure. When she could hold it off no longer, he clamped his lips to hers and swallowed her scream.
“Ah, fuck it.” In one smooth motion, the mask ripped free.
He lowered his forehead against hers, red eyes appearing almost black in the low light of the room. His stare roved over her face. It felt like he was drinking in her pleasure and staring into the window of her soul.
There was a vulnerability in his scrutiny, as if afraid she’d try to move her gaze farther down to explore the opened shirt and robe, exposing his naked chest.
She kept her unblinking focus on him.
After a few seconds, his brow smoothed. “I had to see what my pleasure did to your face—your eyes.”
“You have nothing to be ashamed of. You’re beautiful.”
Why did I tell him that?
A loud burst of laughter shook his shoulders, and he pulled back.
“Love, I appreciate the sentiment, but don’t call a man beautiful. It’s emasculating.” That sharp cupid’s bow widened with his smile. “Attractive, splendid, handsome, or even hot would be a great ego boost, though.”
She unclenched her fingers from the pillow and offered a grin. The pad of her fingertip traced the intriguing scar on his lip, and he froze.
His eyes roamed across her face, like he couldn’t quite believe someone could bear to touch the little blemish.
“How about”—moving the finger to her own lips, she kissed the tip then pressed it to his mouth—“You’re amazing.”
His thumb rubbed her temple. “Little rat.” With a sharp intake of breath, something dangerous clouded his face. “That was just the beginning.” He lowered himself to her neck and the day-old stubble of his chin sent flames straight to her belly.
She shivered under the velvet lips and fiery tongue. How could he feel so right, so true, when she didn’t even know who he was? She’d had erotic dreams before, but never like this.
Sharp teeth bit the tender flesh under her ear, and he sucked hard and long. Her body began to tighten in anticipation. She barely thought about the hard boulder trying to tear into the skin of her back.
