Flight of Dragons(8)

Oh God, he was going to make her take his clothes off. All she wanted to do was rip them to shreds. Having him this close and having to hold back was insane. Every part of her was set to break into a million pieces if he didn’t do something soon.

A muscle ticked in Brycen’s jaw, but he stayed where he was.

Putting a little extra sway to her hips, Stella rounded the bed, stopping only a hair’s breadth away. She didn’t stop to think for fear of losing her nerve. Fingers trembling, she undid the first button of his shirt, pulling the edges apart to reveal the top of his chest. She resisted the urge to rub her cheek against the exposed skin.

The next button came easier, as did the next until she had them all undone. Already, her breaths came in short gasps. His chest muscles rippled where her fingers touched as she pushed the shirt open and then slid it down his arms. She had known the hard wall of his chest would be glorious when he had carried her, but seeing it bare had her mouth watering. Not thinking, she leaned forward, and flicked the tip of her tongue over his puckered nipple, then pulled back at his swift gasp.

“Were you given permission to do that?” he asked, his voice strained.

Her gaze flew up to meet his, but his eyes were closed, and he worked his jaw back and forth, grinding his teeth. Her heart thudded. They had only just begun, and already she had displeased him. “I’m sorry.” She pulled her hands away.

“Tonight, I’m in charge. Do as I ask, nothing more.” When he finally opened his eyes to look at her, his pupils were huge, almost covering the dark chocolate brown of his eyes. “Take my pants off now.”

Gathering her courage, she reached for the snap of his jeans. His hot breath teased her bare shoulder, but she didn’t dare look at him. Feeling around for the zipper, her fingers grazed the hard bulge straining against the denim. Heat rushed up her neck and cheeks when she heard him moan. She wasn’t about to apologize again. If he wanted her to take his clothes off, he would have to deal with it.

Rather than bark more orders at her, he brought a hand up, guided hers to the tab, and helped her ease it down before lowering it to his side again.

She took a deep breath, his scent invading her, creating a pulsing beat at her core, or maybe it was just the nearness of the man. Whatever it was, she wanted more. With trembling fingers, she tugged at his jeans, sliding them down a couple of inches. When they wouldn’t easily slip down past his hard length, she couldn’t contain her grumbling sigh.

“Take your time.” He brought his hand up to her shoulder, then up her neck to tilt her head to look at him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

For a moment, Stella thought he might lean in and kiss her again. It would go a long way in bolstering her for what was to come, but he didn’t. When his gaze drifted down to her lips, he snapped his mouth shut, dropped his hands to his sides again, and closed his eyes, waiting for her to continue.

Swallowing her frustration, she grabbed the thick denim along with his boxers, and yanked them down, tugging a little harder than necessary to get the job done. He may be sexy as sin and be the perfect match to her chemical makeup, but he didn’t have to be an ass.

Brycen groaned, and she wondered if she had hurt him. An apology teetered on the tip of her tongue until she glanced up and found him grinning. “You may want to be easy with the goods, sweetling. It won’t be of any use if it’s damaged.”

“If you’d help me, the goods would already be easing my discomfort,” she huffed.

In one quick spin, he had her pinned against his dresser, the cold, hard wood digging into her bare ass. “What you want, and what you need are not the same, Stella. Lucky for you, I know what you need. The question is, are you woman enough to take it?” Brycen bent his head, whispering the last words into her ear before biting it—hard.

She jerked but didn’t push him away. The throbbing pulse between her legs jumped with the slight pain and grew stronger, drawing a moan from her throat. The best she could describe the sensation inside her was—empty. Achingly empty. And he had what she needed.

She shoved his shoulders as hard as she could, sending him off balance. It wasn’t much, but she gained the advantage. He was strong, but so was she, and it was high time he realized that. She pushed him again, shoving him until the back of his legs hit the mattress, and he fell on his back. “Oh, I’m woman enough.” Stella climbed up after him, not giving him time to move or even scoot further onto the bed. She took hold of his cock at its base, steadying the hard length as she straddled his hips, and then lowered herself onto him.

“Fuck, Stella.” He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh.