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“Well, I’m aaaall the way over here, and you’re aaaall the way over there.”
He beat back a grin. “Thatisa problem.”
“Do you have a solution?”
“I’m rather looking forward to seeing what you do next.” The anticipation was both exquisite and excruciating.
“Perhaps I’ll get started without you.” She leaned enticingly against the porthole and cupped her breasts.
Aidan let out an audible groan. He’d suspected she might torment him, and that was exactly what she was doing, but this the sweetest torture. She wanted him to go to her. She always seemed to get what she wanted, so instead he crossed to take a seat on the edge of his bed. “I think you should come here.”
He expected her to balk or taunt him some more, force him to heel—honestly it wouldn’t take much, he was already shaking with the need to touch her—so he was surprised when she crossed the room to insert herself on his lap, the same as she’d done in the rec room.
“Hi,” she said, and he noticed a slight blush on her cheeks. That was when he knew this wasn’t a game. Somehow he’d come to know her face so well. He knew every expression—though admittedly not their full meanings—every dimple, every secret smile and fiery look. Never once had she blushed.
He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Do you know how stunning you are?”
The color in her cheeks deepened, and her gaze turned down. He was convinced that this was herrealshy side, exposed and vulnerable. He found it hard to believe, but had to wonder if she wasn’t accustomed to receiving praise.
It didn’t last long. When she lifted her eyes, fire had returned to her gaze. Then she claimed his lips as though they belonged to her.
Right now, they did.
She kissed him like she was starving and he was a succulent meal to be devoured. Her body began to move over his in tantalizing waves. He was still clothed while she was bared to him fully. Nothing had felt so erotic before.
His hands eagerly explored her body, traveling down the elegant line of her spine to test out the rounded curve of her backside. When he squeezed her flesh, they both groaned into the kiss. The tightness in his lower half grew uncomfortable, but it was another kind of sweet torture. He wanted this to last. He wanted to relish this moment. Every bit of her was bliss. He’d never felt anything so soft as her body…so perfect and delicate and unpredictable.
He let his hands wander, taking her breasts in his grip. She gasped and pressed her body closer to his, as though delighted with him.
As he continued to caress her flesh, exploring her softness, he engraved each little noise she made into his mind, each little sigh of pleasure. Already he’d discovered she groaned huskily whenever he squeezed her supple ass just right, she whimpered when he fondled her breasts, and she wiggled desperately on his crotch whenever he stopped. Whenever he ran the pads of his fingers along her spine, she shivered. And when he finally bent to pull one pert nipple between his lips, she threw her head back and moaned. It was all he could do not to take her then and there, like the maddened beast he felt stirring within him.
The rhythm of her hips increased, as did her mewling. She tossed her hair and moaned again. He realized she had found a friction that stole her senses. For a moment he just watched as she took her pleasure, her eyes at half-mast, her mouth slightly ajar. He’d never seen anything like this wondrous creature before him. Gorgeous, confident, fearless.
Mine.
The thought came and went like a breeze, and he quickly let it go. She was his for tonight. Tomorrow was anyone’s guess. One thing was certain: He wasn’t about to allow her to come all on her own—she seemed almost ready. “Ah, ah. Not yet,” he said, hooking his hands under her thighs. He then lifted her body, spun them both, and then deposited her on the bed. There was no surprise in her eyes, only excitement and hunger.
He crawled over her and kissed her hard, pressing her into the mattress with his considerable weight. She didn’t complain, only held him tight, as though to keep him in place. Tugging her arms away from him, he used his hands to manacle her wrists on either side of her head. Then he broke their kiss and trailed his lips down her quivering body, over her breasts. Before moving on, he nipped one taut nipple, and she yelped out a strained giggle. Over her belly, he planted feather-light kisses that led to the apex of her resplendent thighs. Her whole body trembled.
Hovering over her most sensitive point, he gazed up at her and ran his tongue over it, watching her reaction. Her back arched with her moan, the pads of her fingers digging into the sheet as if to keep from blasting off. Her taste invaded his senses, making him feel buzzed. It made it difficult to resist his own carnal desires and concentrate on her pleasure, but somehow he managed. He found the spot that drove her wild and stayed there, punishing, demanding, unrelenting, until she cried out from unbridled pleasure.
He kept her there at the edge as long as he could, only satisfied with his work when her limbs turned limp and her eyes became euphorically dazed.
Pushing to stand, he unbuckled his belt in jerky movements. She watched him, panting, cheeks flush, desire returning to her expression, and licked her lips as though hungering for him in return. His knees nearly buckled. To have her mouth around him, loving him like that? The sight of it would be too much to bear. She’d have him spilling his seed with a single flick of that little pink tongue.
“I want you to ride me,” he said gruffly, shedding the rest of his clothes.
She happily complied, getting on her knees and shimmying toward him, her head in line with his chest. She began to run her hands over his torso, his arms and shoulders, his midsection, then leaned forward to lay sweet little kisses along his heated flesh. His heart clenched. When she brushed his sensitive nipples with her tongue, he hissed in a breath.
After a moment, she tugged him to sit as he had before and straddled him again. This time there were no barriers between them, only her softness against his rough-hewn skin.
For some reason, his throat tightened when their eyes locked. Slowly, sinfully, she lowered herself on his engorged flesh. She was slick and swollen and ready for him. They both groaned at the searing invasion. Lust-drunk, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, gifting him a tender soft kiss that shifted something inside him, similar to how he felt the day of his first transformation into a full-fledged dragon, a demarcation of before and after.
Suddenly he got the sense that nothing would ever be the same again.
A mixture of emotions crashed through him: elation, terror, reverence, unease. His world was shifting, and this enigmatic woman was molding herself to the center of it.
He began to worry this might be a mistake—was about to voice this—when she began to move…
Electric pleasure shot up his spine, and an erotic flash blasted away his thoughts. He placed his hands on her hips, helping her to create the perfect rhythm. This time when she kissed him it was borne of reckless passion, their lips connecting in hectic tumult as they both panted and groaned, their bodies dancing to the tune of arrant ecstasy.
She ran her nails along his scalp, the sensation making him shudder. He fervently squeezed her buttocks. When she threw her head back and cried out to the ceiling, he knew she was about to come again. He was close behind. He slammed her down on him one final time and bellowed into the crook of her neck as his seed released. Their final moans were a perfect symphony.
They sat for a quiet moment, holding each other, catching their breath, and once again he got the sense that nothing would ever be the same, only this time, he surrendered.
