Page 57 of Never Flirt with a Dragon

He clenched his jaw, and jerked his head.

I struggled with the button on his jeans with my free hand, and he popped it open for me. Then dragged the zipper down too, for good measure.

“Thanks, Jas.”

“Thank me by letting me touch you.” His voice was nearly feral.

“Alright.”

“Show me.”

I took his hand and guided it between my thighs, pressing one of his thick fingers to my clit before I moved it in a slow circle. “Like this.”

My breath hitched as he kept his finger moving.

He caught on quick.

“I can smell how much you like that, baby.” My body clenched at the sound of the classic nickname in that low, sexy voice of his.

I’d never been called baby before. Or even babe. Probably because I’d never had a steady boyfriend.

I liked it, though.

I liked it a lot.

My hips arched as he pressed a little harder. I freed his cock, and wrapped my hand around him.

His finger dug into my clit for a moment, and we both hissed together.

“That shouldn’t feel so good,” I managed.

“Not the first time you’ve said that,” he growled.

It wasn’t.

Probably wouldn’t be the last, either.

I dragged my hand up his silky length.

He swore.

His hips did the same thing mine had.

When I repeated the motion, he pressed my clit harder.

I nearly lost control just like that.

“Easy,” I panted.

The pressure lightened instantly. “Was that too—fucking hell, Miranda.” The words were snarled as I pumped my hand once again.

The start of his pleasure was already all over my hand, and still leaking.

He was fighting hard not to lose control.

I wanted to watch him get off, though. Wanted to see that I could make him feel good. That I had the same power over him that he had over me.

I worked him again, using his slickness to glide over his cock, and twisted my hand at his tip.

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