Page 10 of Dragon's Midlife Secret Baby
A zing of excitement moved through her, both at the memory and that he knew it. He really was still in there. “It was at the Salem Common. The concert was a fundraiser for the restoration of the bandstand. You said it was fine that we were toward the back because that meant we had more time alone.”
“I kissed you just like this, but I don’t think your top was open,” he said with a laugh that tickled her neck.
“No, but we ended up leaving early.” She let her top fall away.
“Oh, Chelsea.” He grazed the tops of her breasts with his lips as he reached behind her back and unfastened the clasp of her bra. When she was free of it, he laved her nipples with his tongue, lickingand sucking until they formed stiff peaks. “These are absolutely beautiful. I could be right here all night.”
So could she, but he’d already twisted her up so tightly inside that she knew she needed more. “There are other parts of my body that might be a little jealous of that.”
“Then let’s fix that.” He laid her back on the bed, his hands and eyes studying the curves of her breasts and the softness of her belly as he worked his way down to the waist of her pants. He flicked open the button of her jeans, and his knuckles grazed against her as he unzipped them. Beck let out a groan of appreciation as he revealed her panties. He skimmed his palms along her abdomen, starting at her navel and working toward her hips before slipping his fingers just inside the thin fabric and pulling it away as his touch glided down her thighs.
She felt so alive. Chelsea reached for his shorts and slid them down his hips. Next came his boxer briefs, which were barely restraining him. Though she still remembered everything about him, that didn’t stop her from appreciating the hard muscles of his lower abdomen and thighs. She stroked the silken skin that covered his shaft as he lowered himself down on top of her.
Chelsea wrapped her thighs around his as hesank into her. He buried himself slowly, moving deeper until they were fully connected. They remained that way for a moment, not moving or thrusting, just being together. She closed her eyes and relished that feeling, one that she’d wanted so badly for so long.
His hips moved, thrusting slowly forward and back again, their bodies remaining in contact. It was just the way they used to make love, something he did because he knew how much it did for her. Already she was beginning to feel shivers of energy under her skin as her core began to tighten.
“You lived somewhere else,” he said, sliding his hands beneath her and holding her tightly. “I don’t know where it was, but it wasn’t here.”
“An apartment,” she gasped, arching and angling her body against his. “I had my own place.”
“We made love with the sunshine coming in through the windows.” His voice was husky against the side of her neck.
Her breath quickened. His weight on top of her. His voice in her ear. The pressure of his manhood inside of her. She was living the past and the present. “Yes.”
His girth and pace increased. “You’ve got me spellbound, Chelsea.”
That was exactly what he’d told her when they’d made love in her apartment on a sunny afternoon, when they both had other obligations they should’ve been taking care of but had been unable to resist each other. The tension inside her reached its pinnacle, and her body exploded with pleasure, her legs twitching. She dug her nails into his back and cried out but then buried the sound in his shoulder so that no one could hear them.
Her pleasure brought on Beck’s, his hips thrusting against her uncontrollably. His fist hit the mattress next to them as he let out a strangled groan, and then his body sagged against her.
She held him as she caught her breath, smiling up at the ceiling. Now it was hard to understand why she’d hesitated when she had the chance of truly connecting with her lover, her mate.
He moved over next to her and pulled the blanket up over them. “Did we ever go to some sort of garden?” he asked as he reached over and made sure she was covered. “Something with a winding little water feature?”
She snuggled up next to him. “That sounds like the Peabody Essex Museum,” she murmured, laying her head on his chest. “We didn’t have sexthere, though.”
Beck kissed her temple. “Maybe not, but something about all of this still makes me think about it.”
“It sounds like this has worked rather well.” She was secretly satisfied with herself to know that, in a way, she had the power to bring some of his memories back.
He laid his arm over her and pulled her tightly against him. “Better than anything else. Give me a few minutes, and maybe we can find some more memories.”
She laughed as she rolled over slightly and threw her leg over his.
5
“Areyou sure you’re up for this?” Chelsea asked, angling her head as she looked up at Beck. She’d just popped open her trunk.
“Yeah. I thought it was a nice idea.” That morning at breakfast, when Beck had found himself seated in the large kitchen with Chelsea, Maeve, and several other witches he hadn’t yet met, he hadn’t been able to think about anything but those stolen moments he’d shared with Chelsea the night before. When she’d suggested going out for a walk to see if any familiar places might help jog his memory, his dragon had jumped at the chance to spend more time with her. Holding her in his arms and feeling her skin against his had certainly jogged a fewmemories, and he hoped they’d continue to uncover more over time.
He recognized it for what it was now, this otherness inside him. Hearing about it from the shifter coven had been odd, even if they had beasts inside them as well. It felt like someone else telling him about his deepest, darkest secret. This, at least, was becoming more familiar.
Chelsea pulled Corbin’s stroller out of the trunk, expertly flicking it open and clicking the various parts into place. “I had the idea, but then I wasn’t entirely sure of how to execute it. We came here a couple of times, though, so I figured it was a start. At the very least, the Essex Street Pedestrian Mall gives us a decent amount of walking and things to look at.” Chelsea rounded the back of the car to open the back door.
“Let me,” Beck offered quickly, realizing he’d just been standing there while she took care of everything.
“Okay. I’ll get his bag.”
