How to Date a Dragon(48)

Damn it. He probably means with sex, and I’ve been horny all night. She decided it was time to forgive him and probably jump his bones.

She stepped away from the door, allowing him entrance. As soon as he’d crossed the threshold, she locked the door behind him and launched herself into his arms for a desperate hug.

“You had me worried sick.”

He caressed her back and murmured more apologies. Eventually she leaned away to look at his face, and he ran the backs of his fingers over her cheek.

“I’m afraid I can’t tell you what was happening… not right now, anyway. I will when I can.” He gently held her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Soon.”

Bliss narrowed her eyes. Maybe if she squinted he wouldn’t look so mouthwateringly gorgeous. No such luck.

He leaned in for a tender kiss. She met his lips, tentatively, but the inevitable magnetic pull demanded that she open to him and caress his tongue with hers. She was heating up fast. Damn, he gets me hotter than any guy I’ve ever known.

The next thing she knew, he had scooped her up and was carrying her to the bedroom. They fell onto the bed together. He whispered the sweetest words in her ear as he pushed up her T-shirt and found her bare breasts.

Bliss arched into his hand and moaned with the gratifying sensations his touch provided. “This is what I’ve wanted since the first time I kissed you outside my burning building,” she murmured. She pulled his shirt up, freeing the hem from his belted waist.

He paused just long enough to pull his shirt over his head and toss it on the floor. Bliss followed suit, losing her T-shirt. He bent down to suckle her breasts while, at the same time, pulling the drawstring on her sweatpants. She raised her bottom, allowing him to work her pants down her legs until they were bunched at her ankles.

Her free hand moved up his side over his bare, heated skin. He shivered as she trailed her fingers down his ribs, continuing toward her goal—the large bulge he was thrusting against her thigh. When she gripped what she could through his pants, he lifted his head and groaned.

As he unbuckled his belt, he said, “Finally, after all the daydreaming, you’re right here in my arms.”

She sighed. “You daydreamed about me, too?”

“Every waking hour. The real woman is so much better. Hot, wicked, and sexy.”

Say something not stupid, Bliss. But she couldn’t think of a thing. Her mind was turning to mush and all she could do was feel. Ah, hell… thinking is overrated.

She grasped his zipper and heard the quick rasp as she yanked it down. She plunged her hand under the waistband of his underwear and tried to envelop his girth. He was too thick for her to close her fingers.

When he opened his eyes, they held a golden glow. She had seen that before, but was now the time to mention it? Hey, when had she ever held anything back? “Your eyes—”

Suddenly he flipped her onto her stomach. Then next thing she knew, her sweatpants were torn off and his pants soon followed them onto the floor. He lay on top of her and whispered, “Do you mind doing it this way again?”

She almost laughed. “Mind? Please do. Or should I say, ‘Do me, please’?”

“Relax,” he whispered in her ear. “Let me give you a massage first.”

“A massage? You mean, on my back?”

“I said I’d make it up to you.”

“Wow.” How many horny guys stop to give a girl a massage? “And after that?”

He chuckled. “Then I’ll lift you up and massage your front.”

“In that case… yes, please.”

Drake applied just the right pressure as he massaged her tense muscles all the way down her back on either side of her spine. Bliss turned her head to the side and relaxed in the warmth of his take-charge hands and fingers. When he reached the bottom of her spine, he kept going.

“Ah… that feels fantastic, even if you’re using it as an excuse to manhandle my butt.”

“It’s a big muscle. The gluteus maximus.”

“Hey, it’s not that big.”

He bent over and whispered in her ear. “Relax. It’s perfect.” Then he gave her right butt cheek a little smack and returned to working his way up from base to shoulders.

Despite the tiny sting, Bliss could have melted into the mattress.

After the thorough massage, good to his word, he lifted her onto her hands and knees and positioned himself behind her. He dipped his fingers into her core to test her wetness, but she could have told him she was plenty ready.

Without a word, he thrust into her and she welcomed him by pushing back and meeting him halfway. Being filled with him felt so good. So right.

He began his rhythm and added the promised massage to her clit. Pleasure spiked through her like an electric current.