Page 26 of Her Dragon Outlaw

He blushes and looks away. “I was admiring yours, yesterday. They are bluer than the lake, even.”

I wink at him. “The lake wishes it was as beautiful as my eyes.”

“Literally.” He comes closer to me, brushing his thumb across my cheek. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. How do you do it?”

I shrug and smile. “Charm, grace, and a killer rack.”

He laughs out loud, the forest rumbling with it. I lace a hand around his neck and pull him down to meet me for a kiss. It starts off sweet and ends up dirty, my hand in his hair, clenching, and his hand on my ass.

“Last night was so hot. You’re so hot,” I say without meaning to. He’s more than that, and I know it, but my words are failing me. “Fuck, you’re so fucking hot. I, like, need you to fuck me before I die.”

He laughs again, but his ears and cheeks tinge pink in the cutest blush I have ever seen. I reluctantly pull away from him, keeping contact between just our hands, and walk backwards until my back hits a tree. I turn slowly, tossing my hair over my shoulder, and pulling his hand down my stomach, under my skirt, to where I’m wet and wanting. I did not bother with underwear and he groans when he feels my bare pussy. Why waste the extra effort when I would probably forget them in the forest anyway?

“You think I’m hot,” he says, his voice strained. His fingers dip between my lips and press against the nub of my clit, sending a shockwave through me that has my arm hair standing on end and my toes curling in my boots. He leans into me, pressing his hard cock against my ass through his pants. “You should see you right now. Fuck, I can’t believe you’re real.”

I feel behind me blindly, grabbing his hips and grinding my ass against him. “Cody, seriously, if you don’t fuck me within the next three seconds, I’m going to cry and beg.”

He does not laugh this time. Instead, he pushes his thick fingers into my pussy, two at once. I’m wet enough that he slides right in and when he curls his fingers it makes me moan with the pleasure of it. I keep pushing back and he pushes forward, grinding against each other as he grinds his fingers into me. It is hot beyond words and I gasp more than talk as I tell him how much I want this and need it.

When he finally opens his pants, his fingers leave me a second before he slides his thick, hard, dripping cock into me. I gasp at the sensation of him entering me. It is so hot and so much that I lose my balance slightly and grip the tree to hold myself up.

My moans fill the forest as he pounds into me relentlessly. He fucks like a machine, his cock filling me up in the best way. I have needed this my entire life and I did not even know it. I needed him.

My orgasm expands like a bubble, melting my insides. I climax with a high moan, my pussy clenching around him, which just makes me cum harder. He fills me in the best way and leaves me wanting more.

Thankfully, he has more in him. He keeps fucking me, reducing my balance to nothing. I almost fall, but he is there to swoop me up into his arms. He turns me around to face him and I kiss him with everything I have.

“My Prince Charming,” I say, but it is not a joke. He is kind and wonderful and I need him in my life. I do not want to wander this world alone anymore.

He kisses me back and lowers me to the ground laden with soft grass. He lies down next to me. We spend the rest of the afternoon wrapped up in each other, kissing, touching, fucking. Even though there are murders to solve and killers on the loose, this right here, right now, is the only thing I care about. There is nowhere else I would rather be.

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CODY

Istare at the features I should recognize as my own. I look the same as yesterday and the day before that. It takes a moment to see it. To notice the subtle loss of my meticulous control. The shifting of my desires when I see those large blue eyes alive with interest, passion, rapture.

The why of it all is slipping between my fingers.

This is a job. And after it's over, so will this temporary moment of insanity be.

It was a job until you fucked her, his dragon stated matter-of-factly.

You think I don't know that. I'm trying to fix it.

Oh, and how does talking to yourself in front of a mirror help?

I was reviewing my options, I grind out in annoyance.

I say we bury inside her one more time, then decide.

No, I say with finality.

Physical contact is the last thing I need if I’m going to really figure this out. The more I spend time with her, the more I listen to her dreams, kiss her lips and lose myself inside her, the harder it's getting for me to focus. I’m drawn to her like an addict to a high.

I can’t afford to be.

The fact that my dragon is developing a fixation for her hollows out the steady rhythm of my heartbeat. I keep telling myself that I’m spending all my time with Lori because I need to be near her in case something happens, but that’s a lie. There's nowhere that she could go on these lands that I wouldn’t be able to hear her, to scent her.

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