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Jay blinked. Ursula couldn’t be suggesting that? He brushed a finger through the billowing golden curls. So beautiful, almost unreal, almost like a dream, a flight of fancy, though her reality was so much better than anything he could have created in his mind.
She pushed herself on an elbow and poked a finger against his chest. “I believe I need to show you what I’ve been taught about buttons.”
Mother of—she recovered quickly. He leaned back and permitted her to straddle his hips. If only he could burn that image into his brain forever. Urs, naked save her stockings, inches from his—no, he couldn’t think about that.
He could never have that, not from Urs. Not even using two condoms. He shouldn’t even dare imagine, not that he didn’t every night—he wanted her so much, but losing her was not an option. He opened his mouth, but could only gasp.
She tugged at the first button not with her fingers, but with her teeth. She’d be the death of him.
Making quick work of each and she spread his shirt. His breath caught in his throat. What was she going to think when she saw...?
“Oh my.” She squinted. “Is that a dragon?” She leaned back, presumably receiving a full view. “English by the look of it, but London isn’t one of your haunts, so Hong Kong?” She whispered the name of the city.
He froze, unable to respond. What did she know? His mind though soon went blank as Urs traced the dark ink in the middle of his chest.
His toes curled as her whisper of a touch awakened his skin. Jay grasped a fist full of curls and wound the golden silk through his fingers. A mermaid or a fairy or a sprite, but yet so human.
She licked her lips. “How far does it go?”
Good lord, she was—well—him.
“Do you really want me to answer or can you think of the right quip?” His voice was husky though. He cupped what had to be breasts conjured by witchcraft. Heaven. He clutched harder and she writhed above him, rocking her hips and bottom against his arousal.
“Jay.” He almost came undone at the sound of his name on her lips, a half admonishment, half moan. He reached underneath her. So wet again. His cock strained. Bloody Hell—he could come from her reactions alone. She was glorious.
Urs slid down his chest and away from his grasp, her chin resting just above his navel. “No, you don’t. You don’t get to be the only one in control. I’m supposed to prove to you that the student can best the master.”
He arched an eyebrow. “You’re pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
Those eyes, those wide, guileless yet aware eyes were going to be his undoing—the bluest blue he’d ever seen, morning glories and sapphires and the noon sky all paled in comparison.
“I won two hands off you.” She shimmied on top of him. “I’m learning.”
Jay throbbed from the connection. Before he could say anything more, she traced two fingers down his chest, closer and closer. His body responded with dizzying speed. She was danger and such trouble.
Urs popped back up and flaxen hair tickled down his ribs like fairy kisses. He could only gasp as her tongue connected with his skin and she traced the lines of the dragon. Genius. She was good, oh so very good.
He groaned. “Jesus, Urs.”
“You really aren’t a particularly good Christian, are you?”
“Truitts—” he gasped as she flitted her tongue lower, towards the creature’s belly “—go to church when we—” he moaned as she unbuttoned his trousers, thank goodness he’d gone with the latest style, the front was so much more pleasurable than the sides “—are born, die, and get—” wait, was she really going to—she couldn’t possibly “—married.” He almost choked on the last word as she yanked down not only his trousers but his breeches as well.
“Oh goodness.” Ursula half giggled, half gasped.
He glanced up and saw she was on her knees, off the bed, her eyes wide.
Jay smirked. “You’re finally at a loss for words?”
“Only because I’ve found a much better use for my mouth.”
His eyes might have popped out of his head before they rolled back as she went back to work on his dragon, now flitting around the tail, lower and lower. He’d never been so proud or grateful for that drunken night with the British soldiers.
Urs slid her hand down and her mouth followed and...ecstasy. She licked the length of him, first light and slow, in swirls. She changed to strokes and increased tempo and pressure. She teased his sack and he writhed. When she took him all the way in her mouth, he cried her name so loud it was a wonder half of Philadelphia didn’t hear.
