Page 51 of Escaping my Dragon

Off she went, with sashaying hips, and I shook my head. “Sometimes I wonder if she’s the one who should be conducting interviews. She’s got a knack for ferreting information.”

“And you’re good at making sense of it and getting to the truth.”

“Not currently. I’ve never been so confused about anything.” I wasn’t used to not trusting my own senses.

“You’ve had a rough day. Why not lie down for a bit? Clear your head.”

“Will it help, though?”

“Worried you’ll have another dream.”

I hesitated before nodding my head.

“Want some company then to keep the nightmare at bay?”

“What I need is some stress relief.” Having almost died today, I thought I deserved a prize.

His lips curved. “I think I can help with that.”

The room we selected didn’t have much in the way of comfort. A bunk bed with a narrow mattress, but neither of us cared.

When he dragged me into his arms and kissed me, the urgency of his embrace matched my own frantic need. He held me close, pressing my body against his. His erection pressed against my belly. I slid my hands down his back, frustrated by his bulky jacket. We peeled off our outer layers and spent a moment removing our snugly laced boots.

The interruption didn’t lessen the passion. We soon came together again, lips locking with wild abandon, my hands stroking the firm muscles under his shirt before I tugged it free from his pants. Sliding my hands up under the fabric, I reveled in the feel of his smooth flesh and raked my nails lightly over his abs to the button on his pants. I flicked it out of the hole and tugged down his zipper, but before I could grab hold of him, his lips trailed sensually down the side of my neck. Teasing the skin, nipping it, sending shivering pleasure through me.

It took careful maneuvering to get into the narrow bottom bunk. I lay down and perused him through passion-lidded eyes. What a physique. Toned all over. The scars peppering his flesh only adding to the canvas. I hoped one day he’d confide in me how he’d acquired them.

Apparently, my staring didn’t bother, because his cock swelled and twitched. I licked my lips and murmured, “Come closer.

He growled, “I won’t last if I let you have a taste.”

Instead, he chose to yank me sideways so my legs dangled off the bunk, and he knelt between them. He tugged at my pants, revealing me to his increasingly smoky gaze. Once he’d removed my slacks, he kissed his way up to my thighs.

He blew hotly on my sex, and I fisted the woolen blanket. He licked me, and a low guttural moan rolled free. His tongue teased and toyed, lapping at my clit, flicking it as I mewled. He fingered me as he worked my sensitive button, and a small orgasm hit.

As I trembled with it, he covered my body with his, the head of his cock nudging. He pushed into me, my still undulating muscles gripping him and reacting to this sudden thick rod. I dug my nails into his back as he seated himself deep, my hips angling to pull him deeper.

He began to pump, slowly, too slowly for my still pleasure coasting body.

“Harder,” I panted. “Faster.”

The resulting piston had me soundless as the blissful friction stole my breath. Triggered another orgasm. A big one this time that had me rippling around his cock, dragging forth his own climax.

He shuddered before collapsing on top of me. I stroked his back and hair, holding him to my breast.

“Fuck. Sorry I was so quick.”

I snorted. “I came twice before you did.”

The soft heat of his chuckle made me shiver. “Yeah, but I’d kind of hoped for a third.”

“Three? I’d probably die.” A joke, but he stiffened and uttered a soft apology.

“I’m sorry I left today.”

To soothe his obvious agitation, I traced my fingers over his flesh. “You didn’t have a choice. If you’d landed that chopper, and it got sucked into a hole, we’d have all been screwed. Leaving me for a little while to hit McMurdo for the right equipment was the smartest move. Obviously, since I’m right here.” I wiggled my hips against him.

“You wouldn’t have almost gotten killed if I’d been more careful.”