Page 23 of Never Flirt with a Dragon

I definitely wasn’t sleeping anymore.

And he was…

Oh, boy.

I could hardly breathe, I wanted him so badly.

“Is this because of heat?” I whispered.

He didn’t answer.

He clearly still wasn’t sane.

His hands slid up higher.

Over the curve of my ass.

There was a look in his eyes—a challenge.

Jasper was giving me time to tell him no.

The word was on the tip of my tongue, but I didn’t have the heart to say it.

I wanted more.

And I wanted it too much to turn him down.

He throbbed again in my hand. Harder.

I tucked his erection between my thighs, lowering myself over the length of him until he was exactly where I wanted him. Without panties on, the thin fabric of his boxer briefs was the only thing separating us.

It still felt like too much.

When I rocked lightly, he growled and squeezed my ass.

I moved again, and he snarled.

“This shouldn’t feel so good,” I said, a little breathless.

His grip tightened, pulling me against him harder.

He held me in place while he throbbed against me—and when he’d regained control a little, he moved my hips the same way I had.

I sucked in a breath at the sensation.

He rocked me again, and a sharp cry escaped me as I lost control.

My hips jerked, pleasure rolling through me harder and faster than I’d ever expected. Jasper’s flaming eyes were still hot when my climax faded.

It only took one look at his face to know he hadn’t shattered with me.

“You didn’t like that?” I panted.

His grip on my ass tightened, almost painfully. “It was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

Oh.

Well, that made me feel good.

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