Page 57 of Tempt the Dragon
“I may have mentioned it.” Because he’d wanted tonight to be one of the best times they’d ever had together. The feeling that something was shifting inside him hadn’t abated since early last evening when they’d been flying together.It was still there like a sharp thorn sticking at the base of his back. He couldn’t figure out what it was and last night had decided it was best to clear it out of his mind. That was the best way to prepare for him, keeping his mind free and clear of all issues or distractions. The beast had more room to work when the man wasn’t loaded down with stress. So tonight had to be about having anice dinner with a beautiful woman, and that was it.
“Do you like it?” She’d just wiped her mouth with a napkin after chewing another forkful. How did her lips still manage to stay coated with the frosty lipstick she’d been wearing and why did he want to kiss those lips so desperately?
“It’s delicious.” She moaned and even though he knew she was referring to the pasta, his beast felt itand wanted more. “I don’t even know what’s in it, but the sauce is divine. And there are pieces of meat that kinda remind me of sausage, but who knows and who cares, it tastes great.”
“Good. I’m glad you’re enjoying the meal.” And he was, all he’d ever wanted was to see her happy. Tonight, considering why they were here in this place at this time, she looked as if she were enjoying herself.
She also looked hot as hell in the denim miniskirt and purple halter top she wore. Her hair was different tonight, held back from her face with a thin silver band and left to fall in smaller, tighter curls than he was used to seeing on her. It was a soft and sexy style. He grabbed his glass and took a long swallow of the beer he’d ordered.
“Are you enjoying yours? You don’t seem to be eatinga lot?” Because his throat was clogged with lust and his beast was ready to push this table aside and pull her on top of him.
As far as reasonable answers went, that probably wasn’t what he should say. “It’s good. Just not real hungry.”
She nodded as she chewed another forkful. “You never eat the night before going out on a hunt. I could scarf down two of those steak subs you used to love,chips and two sodas and you’d sit there barely touching your first sandwich.”
So there were things about him she remembered, as well. “I don’t need food for strength.” That was totally true. Sex, on the other hand, always worked fine.
“Well, I just like to eat.” She smiled as she pulled apart the bread that had been served with her entrée. “Do you remember that night we went out lookingfor some shape-shifter that had gone rogue from his tribe? We drove all the way up to the D.C. area and had those really good crab cakes.”
He grinned. “You ate yours and mine that night.”
She chuckled as she chewed. “I have no shame.”
“You also stripped for me that night. We didn’t find the jaguar shifter the first night, but being out tracking him, prepared to do whatever we neededto do to bring him in, had our adrenaline pumping.” And when a Drakon was hyped up on adrenaline, the choices for release of all that energy were either shift and fly, or fuck.
Her movements slowed, and the glass she was lifting to her lips to drink from remained in her hand, condensation rolling down its side. She stared at him, her eyelids looking heavier than they had just seconds beforeas she peered over the rim of the glass. “I remember.”
Sitting back in his chair he let his hands fall to his lap. “I specifically recall you removing that sheer white top you were wearing.” Her lips were dry with the thought and she licked them. “You always wore the sexiest outfits to hunt in. I used to wonder what in the world you could be thinking, like how did you really expect to fightin skintight jeans, a bra and that gauzy-looking shirt.”
She took a slow sip, letting her tongue touch the rim of the glass because she knew he was staring. “Nothing ever fell out did it?”
He swallowed hard, wishing he had her glass full of cold juice, or even another beer, anything to quench this thirst that had come over him so quickly.
“Not by mistake.” The words felt chalky againsthis throat. “But when you took that shirt off and I could see the creamy swells of your breasts begging to be free of that bra, I wanted to put my mouth on you.”
The little vixen tilted her head as she set the glass on the table, tracing her fingertip around its rim. “Oh really. I don’t recall if you told me that’s what you wanted to do that night, or if you just...did it.”
Like an aftershockfrom an earthquake, his beast’s arousal had his body shaking. From the outside nobody would see, but he felt it in every limb, every muscle, every cell of his being. “Oh, I definitely did it. All night long my mouth was on you. Every part of you.”
“Are you sure? Was it on this part?” The same fingertip that had been moving enticingly along the rim of her glass moved to the straps that heldher halter top in place.
He was going to choke if she untied that top while they were sitting at this table. She’d wanted to sit on the terrace, to see and hear the river running alongside the restaurant and he’d obliged. There was another table behind her, with four people eating. The remaining tables on the terrace were empty.
“Yeah, I do recall having my mouth on your neck.” He watchedwith bated breath as the finger moved lower, tracing the outline of the purple top as it moved down to cup her right breast.
“And where else did you have your mouth? Was it here?” That finger eased over the mound of her breast settling at the center where it circled until a taut nipple poked through the fabric.
His dick jumped and he slid a hand higher up on his thigh, just inches awayfrom grabbing it. Meeting her gaze, he asked, “You sure you wanna do this here?”
Her lips spread into a slow, sexy grin. “You started it.”
He nodded. “Touché. And I’ll finish it.”
She leaned closer to the table, moving her other hand until they were both cupping her full breasts now. “Promises. Promises.”
“Oh, so you think I’m making promises I won’t keep.”
“Why don’t you showme if you’re ready to keep them?” Common sense told him they were in a restaurant with other patrons, most likely humans. Now was neither the time nor the place to play sexual games with her. But that warning was too little too late.
