Dragon Down Under(10)

He studied her for a moment. “You like it.”

She turned her head away to glance out at the passing traffic, smiling, but unable to refute his statement.

“You were talking earlier.”

“Talk later, I need you too much.” He went to grab for her again, but she slapped his hands away. He grinned a big, wide, white smile.

Amber fought the hysterical urge to giggle like a loon; he made her feel crazy, wild, and utterly reckless.

His smile widened. “You want me to talk? Baby, I’m going to make you come so hard and so often, you’re not going to be able to think of anything to talk about for a week.”

Amber gulped, and the driver almost swerved off the road. God, she was utterly doomed. She shut her mouth, but the sexual tension in the cab for the rest of the trip was so thick, it almost choked her.

Everything passed in a blur until the driver pulled to a stop in front of the entrance to the most expensive hotel in Darwin. Brimstone tossed several bills at the driver, who hurried to retrieve her case from the trunk. She didn’t have time to admire the stylish interior of the lobby, as he swiftly pulled her through to the elevator. The door opened and Brimstone growled at several other people who moved to step in at the same time. They stared at Brimstone and took a step back, eyes wide, in obvious fear.

“Do you have to scare people?” She was trying to sound stern, but failed with her voice so husky and tight with wanton lust.

He shrugged and the elevator dinged. The door slid open as quickly as it had closed, but they were on a different floor. She blinked in confusion, swearing the elevator didn’t move at all.

Brimstone didn’t give her mind time to think about what happened as he herded her out and into a luxury suite.

In a blur of movement, he dumped her bag, slammed the door shut, and swung her up into his arms.

If Brimstone was any other man, she would have protested him carrying her, but she loved how small and feminine he made her feel. She let her body soften against him, her arms around his neck, and fighting back the urge to giggle. He strode through the large suite with determined purpose.

“I can walk, you know.”

“For now.” She swallowed at the wicked gleam in his brown gaze, giving her a sharp reminder of what they were about to do. Oh, yeah, sex. Remember, try to stay objective this is research. …or so she would like to tell herself.

Somewhere between the sitting area and the bedroom, Amber lost her dress, and her body wrapped around Brimstone. She was vaguely aware of a boot sailing across the room and knocking over a bedside lamp. If there was an Olympic medal in kissing, Brimstone would win, hands down.

When he left her lips, they vibrated; in fact, every part of her hummed in some exciting way. Her breasts pulsed and her pussy wept. There wasn’t a place on her body not crying out for his touch.

He hoisted her up, burying his face in her cleavage.

“Brimstone?” His name came out on a groan as his hot, wet tongue traced the line of her red satin bra. “I need to touch you.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely!” he groaned, trying to pull her bra off, using only his teeth because his hands were full of her arse.

“You have too many clothes on,” she insisted, trying unsuccessfully to pull off his shirt. The black fabric moulded to his torso. What the hell was the thing made of? Teflon?

Brimstone pulled back and glanced at his own clothed state, dawning on him then what getting naked would require.

“Demon balls.”

“Oh, you sweet talker.”

Amber gave in to the urge and giggled. He rumbled out a rough laugh, and she shrieked suddenly when he tossed her through the air. She landed with a sharp gasp on the bed. No one had ever thrown her! By no means was she a small woman at a full size sixteen. She gaped when she managed to draw in a breath. Brimstone didn’t allow her even this, when completely naked, he pounced, never allowing her a peek at all his male magnificence.

“Now who has too many clothes on?”

He didn’t bother unhooking her bra. He tore it in half, tossing the offending scrap of material across the room. Her breasts were now left open to his hungry gaze, and gaze he did, with such intensity that Amber fought the urge to try and cover them. His deep growl told her it wouldn’t be a smart move. If he hadn’t run yet, she was resigned to let him look his fill.

“Fucking perfect.” His head fell to her breast, taking possession of one tight, pink bud.

Amber almost shot off the bed, but he kept her pinned down with one hand flat on her stomach while he licked and sucked at her right nipple. He switched, moving over until he reached her other breast. Each touch on her nipples, each suck of his drew a direct line down to her clit as if he was tugging at it, and making it pulse. It made her aware of his other hand sliding down toward her sweet spot, with him caressing soothing circles on her lower belly.