Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 78142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
And of musk and spice and something that’s uniquely him.
He tastes of a dragon.
I melt into him for a moment, explore his mouth with my own… Until—
I push harder against his chest, breaking the kiss. I wipe my lips with the back of my hand.
“What the hell was that?”
“Tell me you didn’t enjoy it,” he growls.
“Are you kidding me?”
“Say it, Diana.” He brings a finger to my lip. “Say you didn’t enjoy that kiss, and I’ll be out of here by morning.”
I gulp, sucking in a breath. My heart is beating so fast, I feel like it might pop right out of my chest.
My body is on fire, the heat culminating between my legs.
A shiver runs through me—so odd, the chill against the heat.
My nipples are hard, and all I can think about…
All I can think about…
“I’m waiting. Say it. You want to get rid of me by morning? All you have to do is tell me you didn’t enjoy that kiss.”
I swallow. “I didn’t enjoy that kiss.”
But my voice cracks, and I have a hard time with the words.
“Very well.” He moves to shut his door.
But I stick my bootie-clad foot in it.
His hazel eyes are on fire. “What is it?” he demands.
“You know very well what it is.” I wag my finger at him. “Who do you think you are, kissing me like that?”
“You kissed me back, Diana.”
He’s not wrong, but I lie anyway. “I did not.”
“My tongue may have been in your mouth, but yours was in mine as well.” He narrows his eyes. “It was a phenomenal kiss, Diana. As phenomenal a kiss as I’ve ever experienced. Shame you didn’t enjoy it.”
Oh my God. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to ease the ache between them.
“Is there anything else?” he asks.
I open my mouth to reply, but only a soft sigh flows out of me.
And then I do something completely stupid, completely out of character, but it feels more right than anything I’ve done in a long time.
I grab his shoulders, pull him back into me, and mash our mouths together once more.
Our lips slide together, our teeth, gums, tongues.
All of it, all in this kiss.
Is it the two glasses of wine I drank? Is it my attraction to Antonio from earlier?
Or is it just Dragon?
Dragon… A man who affects me like no man ever has.
He groans into my mouth, and I feel it vibrate all the way to my toes.
He’s a beast.
Not the kind of guy I’d ever go for…
But I crave the beast in him.
I crave the darkness in him.
I crave all of him.
He pulls me into his room, and in a moment my back is against the wall, and his hardness is grinding into my belly.
What does his dick look like?
I want to see his naked body, feel his rippling muscles. Untie his hair from its band and run my fingers through his long strands.
All the while he’s devouring me with his kiss.
Eating me whole, and I welcome it.
I should stop this.
I know better.
He was just arrested for soliciting a prostitute, for God’s sake.
But my body betrays my thoughts. I can’t bring myself to care about any of that.
I want to dive into his darkness, embrace it, become part of him.
Sunlight is overrated.
We kiss and we kiss and we kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck. Sometime between leaving Teddy’s and getting arrested, he put the band back in his hair.
I yank on it, pull it, not gently, and then I thread my fingers through his hair, its texture silky and soft, as I moan into his mouth, deepening the kiss.
He grinds his erection into me harder, and my God…
I’m pulsing.
I move my hands out of his hair, slide them over his shoulders, down his slim hips to his ass. I grab his butt cheeks, standing on my tiptoes so that my clit is hitting the hardness beneath his jeans.
Damn… How long has it been since I’ve had a climax?
Too long, as I’m ready to come right now from a good dry hump.
I grind into his groin, still tangling my tongue with his—
Until he’s no longer kissing me.
He’s a foot away from me, piercing me with those gold-flecked hazel eyes.
“Don’t start something you’re not going to finish,” he snarls.
Chills skitter over my spine.
This is my get-out-of-jail-free card.
My chance to escape.
He’ll be gone by morning—or so he says—and I’ll never have to lay eyes on him again.
Until, of course, the band plays at one of my family’s gatherings on the western slope.
Fuck.
I’ll never be free of Dragon.
And what drives me even crazier?
At this moment, I don’t want to be free of him.
“I’m waiting for your answer,” he says, his voice low and husky.
I blink several times. “You didn’t ask a question. You made a demand of me. You demanded that I not start something that I don’t intend to finish.” I close the distance between us so that there are no more than a few inches between our mouths. “I finish everything I start, Dragon. But I didn’t start this. You did.”