Page 10 of Never Flirt with a Dragon

Not in a bad way, though.

Not at all.

Jasper didn’t even seem to notice that he was pressed against me like that.

He was too busy lowering his nose to my hair, and inhaling deeply.

His chest rumbled. Was it approval? Dislike? Satisfaction? I didn’t know. He didn’t sound angry, though.

He lowered his nose to my lips, and one of his hands moved to my face, to cup my skin lightly. With the gentle brush of his thumb, he parted my lips, and breathed in again.

I was pretty sure all he’d smell was wine, but he rumbled again anyway. Whatever that meant.

The man seemed like he might have actually turned into an animal.

Were dragons even animals?

Were they great big lizards?

This was the wrong time to let my mind wander.

Jasper tipped my head back a little, and my chin lifted as he lowered his nose to my neck.

He was satisfied there, too. Or at least not angry.

His hands landed on my hips, and gripped me possessively.

I was so wet between my thighs, I could hardly think straight, and I didn’t even know why the experience was turning me on.

Nor did I even think it was really sexy.

I was just horny, for no good reason.

Jasper’s nose trailed between my breasts.

I pressed my thighs together.

He slowly slid down my body, breathing me in as he sank down until he was on his knees.

The sight of that gorgeous, massive man kneeling in front of me made me a little dizzy.

I squeezed my legs tighter.

His hands dragged down the curves of my waist and over my ass before they hooked around the backs of my thighs. When he pulled lightly, they opened for him like a damn flower.

I couldn’t have stopped myself if I tried.

…And I didn’t try.

My dress rode up again as my legs parted.

Jasper leaned in without hesitation, inhaling deeply at the apex of my thighs. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment—but the noise he made was so thick with approval that it only turned me on more.

He pushed my dress up higher, then dragged the tip of his nose over the front of me, breathing me in.

My panties were so drenched, he must’ve felt it on his skin.

His tongue followed his nose, and my body clenched as more heat pooled there, responding just for him.

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