But he stopped. He rested his forehead on hers. She realized that his eyes were the same clear green-brown of his scales. She pressed herself against him again, and something hot and dangerous flashed across his face, but he didn’t move.
He reached back and unwound her legs from his waist. Letting her arms free, he took a quick step back from the bed.
They stared one another down. Breathing hard. She felt tears of frustration form. She’d been through the ringer tonight and little bit of release could have really helped relieve some tension. And here he was, Mr. Wet Blanket. Mr. Ungodly Muscle Bound Wet Blanket. Well, she wasn’t done.
Jumping down from the bed, she walked over to him and turned her back. “It’s been a long day and I’m going to bed. Help me with my dress?” She swept her hair to one side, revealing the zipper. It was a move she’d used many times. If dragon shifters were anything like human men, he’d be begging to touch her in about three minutes.
She felt his stiff exhale wash over her back and then a gentle tug at the top of her dress. She rolled her eyes when she realized he was doing everything he could to not actually touch her. She glanced back over her shoulder at him, shooting him a coquettish look. “All the way down, please.”
He cleared his throat and did not look up from his task. Slowly her dress unzipped. Lucy held it up across her breasts so it wouldn’t fall. She felt his last tug and realized it was fully open. She turned to face him and let the dress fall.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Just kill me now. Seriously. Death was an easier choice than the one he had in front of him. Why did her underwear have to be black. And see-through. He had a thing for black see-through underwear.
The flimsy excuse for a bra barely contained her incredibly full breasts. Her nipples pressed toward him and he could see they were the same dark pink of her mouth. Her soft stomach curved in at the waist and flared immediately back out at her hips and ass. The tiny triangle of underwear covering her pussy was obviously soaked through with her need.
“Now I’m cold,” she said, crossing her arms under her breasts and pushing them up even further. They strained against the lingerie. “Come warm me up.”
“I can’t touch you like that,” he snapped. His voice was louder and colder than he’d intended, but he was hanging on by a thread.
She glared at him accusingly. “You promised you wouldn’t hurt me. But this is hurting me.”
He threw his hands up. “Oh for fuck sake. I didn’t mean emotional pain.” He felt like a dick for even having to say that out loud.
“It’s physical pain,” she said. Her eyes were hooded. Her cheeks kissed with color. A piece of her jet black hair fell lovingly over her shoulder and caressed one of the raspberry nipples that were peeking at him through the dark lace bra.
“It hurts here,” she said.
His life both ended and began as she pressed one of her hands to her pussy.
Something in Amos broke. Like a boat’s tether in a hurricane. He wasn’t the same man he was when he entered that room. But he couldn’t touch her. Everything he stood for, everything that he was born to honor would be betrayed if he touched her. But somehow, turning from her felt like an even bigger betrayal.
He made a snap decision. He quickly grabbed an armchair that sat in the corner and set it down where he’d been standing. He sat down and folded his hands in front of him. He felt like he’d spent the last few hours trying to stop looking at her. But now, there was nothing stopping him. He cleared his throat and leaned back.
“That hand between your legs, that’s my hand. You understand?” His voice was low and deadly.
She immediately nodded.
“Whatever I want to do with that hand, I get to do.”
She nodded again, a blush rising alluringly on her body.
“Turn around.”
He barely stifled a groan when he realized she was wearing a thong. Had been wearing a thong the entire night. Wearing a thong when he’d carried her in his arms. Wearing a thong when she was sprinting toward the gate, Wearing a thong when he’d tossed her over his shoulder and only her dress had separated his face from her soft, curvy ass. He adjusted his cock against his pants, she wasn’t the only one this was painful for.
“Good. Now take down your underwear. Slowly.” There wasn’t much more of her body to even be revealed at this point, but Amos couldn’t tear his eyes away from where her underwear had been. She bent forward to take them the rest of the way down and Amos got a front row seat to her perfect little pussy from behind.
This was actually gonna kill him. His heart pounded out of his chest and he clamped his hands to the arms of the chair.