Page 10 of Dragon, Actually
There’s a weight to his words that makes my heart skip a beat. The silence between us stretches until I break it with a teasing grin. “My place or yours?”
His mouth quirks up. “Yours has more privacy—if your roommate doesn’t mind.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “No worries, she’s out of town for the holidays. Plus,” I add, taking draining the rest of my mug of chocolate, “this way you can meet the cat.”
Myrran smirks. “Ah yes, the real test: Does the cat approve?”
“You joke, but Mr. Whiskers is a better judge of character than most people.”
His smirk widens into a grin. “Then I’d better be on my best behavior.”
“I’m kind of hoping you’ll be on your worst.” I’m in the mood for a whole lot more than kissing.
Chapter 10
Myrran
Fuck. I am not prepared for the force that is flirty Jewel. I throw money over the seat at the cab driver to get us back to her place faster. I can’t keep my hands off her in the back seat, running them over her flat stomach under her jacket, up her back, along her thighs, sliding them as high as I dare.
“Is this okay?” I whisper when I feel her tense slightly. I have no interest in pushing her boundaries, only in making her feel good.
“Yeah, but…uh…my pants have a hole in them,” she admits, sounding embarrassed. “They ripped when I fell down earlier.”
“Where?” I nudge higher until I can feel the soft shape of her pussy lips underneath her leggings. Her lips part and cheeks darken as she widens her legs slightly so I can find where the seam has split. Her intoxicating scent thickens inside the cab as I rub along the tear where her silky panties peek through the ruined fabric. “You look so pretty, Jewel. And you smell so sweet.”
She bites her lip. “Really?”
“Truly.” It comes out a low, appreciative growl. The driver glances back at us in the rearview mirror, checking to make sure all is well. His attention quickly reverts to the road, but it underlines that I can’t take this too far. Damn, do I want to. I’d love to rip more holes in these flimsy garments and worship every square inch of her right here in the cab.
Jewel didn’t know what she was doing when she wished out loud for my worst behavior. But then, she hasn’t met my feral form. Human laws prohibit shifting within city limits, so my beast is locked securely away inside, but he’s growling and prowling away in there, anxious to finally claim his mate.
All in good time, I assure him.She’s ours.
Showing what I think is impressive restraint, I settle for teasing her through her clothes, gratified when the fabric between her legs dampens, and her breathing quickens.
“Myrran,” she whimpers, clutching my forearm and arching her back so her pussy presses harder against my fingers. “You’re driving me crazy.”
I nip her earlobe and murmur in her ear, “Be patient, sweetness. We’re almost there, and then I’ll take care of you.”
By the time we reach her apartment building, her eyes are glassy, pupils blown out, and when we step out of the car onto the icy sidewalk, her knees wobble. I have to hold her up with both hands so she doesn’t slip and fall.
She laughs, righting herself but still hanging onto my arm for support. “See what you’ve done to me?”
“I’m going to do a whole lot more.” I scoop her up and carry her into the building, taking the steps two at a time until we reach her door. I put her down so she can locate the keys in her bag, but I keep my hands on her waist, the curve of her tight little ass pressed up against my greedy, thickening cock.
“How did you know this door was mine?” Jewel asks as she unlocks the deadbolt. “Does it smell like me or something?”
I bend my head and suck in a deep lungful from her hair. The same scent surrounds her doorway, though it’s a much fainter impression. “Yes.”
Not a lie. Not the whole truth either, but this isn’t the time to reveal that I’ve been watching her through the window and that’s how I know which apartment is hers.
She pushes open the door and motions me inside. “Home sweet home.”
Her place is so cute. The living space is simple but comfortable, the sofa and two chairs sized for human females. Strings of Christmas lights crisscross the ceiling and gently illuminate the space. A small artificial tree is set up in one corner, and framed fashion drawings decorate the walls above the seating.
Jewel hangs her jacket and bag on a hook and kicks off her shoes, and I do the same, lining up my size-seventeen clodhoppers next to her small winter boots. Then she shrugs off her cozy, high-necked sweater, revealing her snug top and incredible body in one swift slide of fabric. She does a twirl and strikes a pose, giving me a full-360 view.
She has the typical lanky runway model figure, all long legs and fit curves, her ass a perfect handful and breasts a perfect mouthful. She reminds me of a deer, delicate and powerful, and that triggers a deeply predatory part of me. “Jewel,” I growl.
