Page 22 of Never Flirt with a Dragon

I was all but wrestling the fabric as I tossed and turned in my attempt to get comfortable.

Suddenly, a pair of warm arms were around my waist. Jasper pulled my back to his chest, and I let out a long breath as heat’s symptoms faded away.

I was okay.

Everything really was going to work out.

In the warmth of his arms, sleep pulled me under quickly.

My sleep wasn’t peaceful.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I was hit with dreams.

Intense dreams.

Dreams where Jasper’s face was buried between my thighs.

His hands were, too.

And his cock.

I was sitting on him.

I was on my hands and knees.

Pressed between him and that door again.

When I finally managed to pull myself out of the dreams, I was wet everywhere, and desperate for release.

A pair of hands slid slowly up the backs of my thighs.

A soft moan escaped me.

Maybe I hadn’t woken up after all.

My hips arched, grinding me against something perfectly hard.

The hands moved back down, and I groaned at the loss.

They slid up again, and I arched harder.

The hard thing against me was uncomfortably rough.

My hands found the button on a pair of jeans, and worked the zipper down after tugging it free.

Whatever was beneath me growled as I wrapped my hand around the hardness, and I paused for a moment.

I was still sleeping, wasn’t I?

The hands slid higher, stopping just below my bare ass and digging into my skin roughly. Not hard enough to hurt—just hard enough to make me want more.

I wrestled my eyes open.

They widened when I saw the gorgeous, massive dragon shifter below me. His flaming gaze was crazy intense.

His fingers dug further into the backs of my thighs, making me arch more.

His cock throbbed in my hand.

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