Page 44 of Been There Dragon That
Rylee reached for the hem of her top and then looked up, meeting Wrath’s smoldering gaze. He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. He waited, inviting her to continue.
She slowly pulled the shirt up, tank top and all, baring her breasts to the cool air in the room, except it wasn’t cool anymore. Everything was warm. Her breasts bounced and swayed, free of the clothes, and she heard his breath catch.
Tossing her shirt to the floor, she dared eye contact again.
And he met hers, his brown eyes bright and sparked with golden flecks. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, removed it and the white t-shirt beneath it. They both landed on the floor near hers. He was huge, so much bigger than her, but she didn’t feel vulnerable sitting there almost naked.
The way he looked at her, like he could barely restrain himself. She’d never felt so powerful before. This giant of a man with arms as big as her thighs, round and hard and stronger than steel. His eyes were so bright they stole her breath.
“Please.”
“Rylee,” Wrath growled. Her name sounded somewhere between a prayer and a curse.
She stayed on the edge of the bed, watching him watch her. The hunger in his stare gave her more courage. She liked his eyes on her. She liked seeing how much he wanted her. Each and every muscle in his massive body was tight and twitched with anticipation.
He made her feel in a way no man had ever made her feel, but he wasn’t touching her yet. Just watching her. Waiting.
Waiting for what? She didn’t want to make the choices. She wanted this powerful man to make herfeeleverything he could.
She licked her lips and let her eyes drift down, taking in the masculine lines and build of his chest. His shoulders were massive. A thick chest and sculpted arms and abs that made her fingers twitch with the desire to run her hands over his smooth skin.
There were the two angled V lines leading beneath the waist of his pants. And the bulge under the fabric made her whole body ache.
When she dragged her gaze back to Wrath’s, he wore a cat-ate-the-canary grin across his sexy, scruffy face.
“What?”
“You are beautiful. Fate has gifted me with perfection. I’m fighting my nature to keep from stripping you out of every scrap of clothing you’re still wearing and then claim you so thoroughly and completely that you can’t move from my bed for days.”
Butterflies in the stomach weren’t what Rylee felt, more like stampeding horses. Her body was heating up, and she could feel her pulse throbbing deep in her core. She’d never been so aroused before she’d even been touched. The mountain gods had delivered her a gentle giant. And maybe she hoped he wouldn’t betoogentle.
She took another leap of faith and spoke. “You should stop fighting.”
His eyes widened, allowing a bit of surprise to show before it disappeared beneath the surface layer of primal desire.
Wrath stood from where he’d been kneeling, toed off his boots, unbuttoned his pants, and shimmied out of them completely.
The stampeding horses were still running inside her stomach, but this time she couldn’t stop staring at the massive erection jutting straight out at her face. She licked her lips, not able to help wondering what he would taste like.
A male groan rumbled from Wrath. “As much as I want your sweet lips on my cock, I want to taste you more.” He stepped closer and put a knee on the bed between her legs.
Rylee gulped a breath and scrambled backward on the bed.
He leaned over her and hooked his fingers into the waist of her sweatpants. One quick movement stripped the rest of her bare to his hungry eyes.
He met her gaze, waiting, silently asking for permission to continue.
She nodded and watched his gaze drift down to stare at her clenched legs. Then it moved back up, resting on her bare breasts.
Warmth flushed over her whole body. It was like being naked in front of a man for the first time all over again.
“So, fucking beautiful, Rylee.” He let his gaze wander again, head to toe, several times, always lingering on her breasts and her core.
“Wrath,” she whispered his name.
“Yes,shuarra.”
“Please.”
