Page 47 of Dragon's Golden Mate
“No.” She shook her head and reached up to touch his face. “I don’t need to figure anything out anymore. I know. There’s a connection between us, Kendrick. It’s taken us a long time to find each other, but I can feel it inside of me. I love you.”
“Maeve.” He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to hers. “I can’t tell you how happy I am to hear that. I love you, too.”
She leaned forward, and her mouth found his. Her kisses were velvety and sweet, and he felt the deep sense of longing in her lips. Maeve’s fingers splayed out on his chest, but then she ran her palmup and over his shoulder so that her fingers twined behind his head. With their arms no longer between them, she pressed her body against his.
His dragon had been whipping itself into a frenzy ever since she’d shown up at the cathedral, but now it had lasered in on her. Both sides of him were aligned when he was with her, which was what made this feel so right. When she let out a soft groan of appreciation, the vibration against his lips set his blood on fire.
“I want to make love to you, Maeve,” he whispered as his lips found her earlobe.
“Right here? In this coffee shop?” She laughed, and the trembling feel of it against him ratcheted his excitement up another level.
He had his arms around her, but now he slid them down so that his hands cupped her backside. “Yes.” Kendrick lifted her off the floor, pleased at her little shriek of uncertain delight. She wrapped her legs around his waist, but Kendrick easily carried her weight as he left the kitchen and went down the hall. He stepped into his bedroom and kicked the door shut behind them.
Late spring sunlight streamed in through the windows, highlighting the thick silver streaks in her hair as he laid her on the bed. Her eyes were soft andwarm when she looked up at him, but also daring. Did she have a clue what her lips did to him? No, not just her lips. It was the way they looked when she smiled. The fine lines that deepened on either side of her eyes when she laughed, as she was doing right now. If she didn’t know, he’d make sure she did.
He took the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head, casting it aside so he could admire the curve of her breasts, the softness of her stomach, the long lines of her arms. He bent to kiss her neck, tracing his way down as he reached behind her to unfasten her bra. He released the clasp and flung it aside, hungry for her bare skin.
As he took her nipple into his mouth, Maeve wrapped her arms around him once again. She ran her fingers through his hair and down his neck. She explored his shoulders and then skimmed her palms down his back. When she gripped his shirt, Kendrick pulled back so she could lift it off. Now her fingertips rippled slowly over every ridge of his spine, working all the way down and then back up again.
A shiver of pleasure rippled through him when she wrapped her legs around his thighs. Kendrick pushed himself up and back on the bed. His fingers slipped inside the waistband of her pants, revealingthe rest of her body inch by enticing inch. He ran his hands over her hips and then down, and he bent to drop kisses along the insides of each of her thighs. Her heat was so close that he could hardly control himself.
He stood, but Maeve beat him to his belt buckle. She flicked it open and unzipped his jeans. Her palms swept down his legs as she stripped the denim away. She made quick work of his boxer briefs, and the air between them nearly crackled with anticipation as the last few bits of cloth that stood between them hit the floor.
Kendrick gathered her gorgeous, naked body into his arms, his member throbbing against her heat. When she lifted her mouth to his once again, he took her eagerly. Their lips and tongues entwined, silk and velvet, a continuation of that first secret rendezvous under the trees when he’d first seen who she was. He felt that truth inside her now, her wolf rising to meet his dragon.
He lost all sense of time and space. The mattress rose up to meet them, and then their arms and legs were just as tangled as their mouths. Kendrick pulled back, his lips regretting parting from hers for even a moment, but the hot slickness between them couldn’t wait any longer. Kendrick eased his hipsback until his hardness pressed against her entrance. He pushed forward, watching her mouth part and her eyelids flutter as he pressed slowly into her depths, plunging deeper and deeper until they were firmly locked together.
Maeve had been pulling in her breath, slowly and steadily, but now she let it out in a contented sigh. Her hips began to rock slowly, finding an even tighter connection between them. With every breath, every sweep of her hips, they grew closer.
Kendrick pitched and rolled along with her. He closed his eyes, indulging his senses in the way she felt. The tender pillows of her breasts against his chest, the long muscles of her legs as they embraced and stroked his thighs. He listened to her breath and her heartbeat until he couldn’t exist outside that gentle, consuming rhythm.
Her hips suddenly bucked beneath him, a jerk of movement that had her catching her breath. The insides of her thighs trembled, a vibration that worked up through her body, contracting around him.
He opened his eyes, watching with pure delight as her head arched back. Her teeth clasped over her lower lip as the pressure built inside her.
Kendrick felt that tension spreading into his ownbody, flooding him with fire. He swore he could feel Maeve’s pleasure echoing inside him.
She gripped him tightly against her as a final storm surge of pleasure overtook her. Kendrick gave himself over to it as well, panting as he crested and fell with her, diving and tumbling before they rose again.
In the calm silence that followed, he held Maeve against his chest and stroked her hair. Now their bodies were just as connected as their souls, and nothing could separate them.
EPILOGUE
“They’re here!”Zoe announced. “I’ve got the door!”
Maeve came rushing down the stairs, ready to greet the Alexander clan as they entered the covenstead. Kendrick was first, carrying a box in his arms. He stopped and kissed Maeve gently. “Where should I put this?”
“I’ll tell you where you can put something,” she murmured, kissing him again.
“Eww,” Zoe complained, wrinkling her nose and smiling. “Get a room!”
“Technically, we already have one, and that’s precisely where all your stuff needs to go. Come on.” Maeve led the way up the stairs and down the hall tothe right. Kendrick already knew exactly where her bedroom—about to be their bedroom—was, but it felt right to officially ask him to bring his belongings in.
“You can put it right here for now,” she told him, indicating an open spot on the floor.
A veritable parade of helpers streamed into the room after them. Beck, Griffin, Ewan, and Lilith each carried a box that they added to the pile. Even Walt and Chain had been recruited to help. Walt brought up a floor lamp.
Chain set down a heavy tote with a thump. “Damn, dude. What’s in here? Bricks?”
