Page 68 of Never Flirt with a Dragon

I migrated slowly onto his lap as the movie played.

His arms slid lower, until one of his hands was resting on the top of my thigh, over my leggings. The other arm was around my waist, holding me securely against him. The thick fabric of my oversized sweatshirt didn’t sway him, though it kept his hand a solid distance away from my bare skin.

The couple on the screen started making out, and Jasper’s hand slid lower.

I bit my lip to stop myself from telling him to touch me already.

The man had called me his. I was just waiting for him to act like it.

His hand slid lower as they intense scene continued on the screen. “Can I?—”

“Yes.” I blurted the word before he could even finish. “You don’t need to ask anymore.”

His chest rumbled in satisfaction, and his fingers slid over my core. Despite the fabric between us, my hips arched a little at the pleasure. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

“You have hands.”

He chuckled, and those hands hooked in the waistband of my leggings, peeling them down. I had to lift my hips again to help him strip them off, but watching him strip me was hot.

He dragged his hands up my bare legs, letting his fingers slide over the front of my tiny, bright pink lace panties. “You’re a dream, Miranda.”

The movie was still playing, but neither of us was watching it.

I grabbed the remote and shut it off, so it wouldn’t distract me. His hands were hot, and the way he touched my skin made me feel like he was worshipping me.

My back was still to his chest, my legs sprawled out over his on the couch. My sweater was so big, it prevented me from watching his thick fingers as they touched me. So, I tugged it over my head, revealing the matching bra I’d put on.

I had to wear my sexiest underwear when it came time to seal the deal, after all.

His free hand moved up my abdomen, finding my breasts and working them through the fabric. “I need to taste these.”

“What’s stopping you?”

He chuckled.

A heartbeat later, he had me on my back, and was positioned over the top of me. Excitement rolled through my body, and my hips arched as he continued working my clit slowly, his hand between my thighs.

He lowered his face to my breasts and inhaled deeply.

Then he dragged his tongue over my nipple, through the sheer lace of my bra.

I sucked in a breath, arching harder.

His free hand slid up my abdomen until it found the center of my chest. I felt the light drag of something sharp, and looked down in time to see his claws snap the thin band of my bra.

The fabric fell open, my breasts coming free, and he growled his appreciation. “You’re gorgeous, Sweetheart.”

I gasped when he dragged his tongue around one of my nipples before taking it between his lips.

He licked.

Sucked.

Tasted.

Put his thigh between my legs, angling me upward so there was pressure on my clit while he took my other breast in his hand and worked it too, playing with my nipple like there was nothing he would’ve rather been doing.

“I’m starting to think you’re a boob guy,” I moaned, my hips rocking as he dragged his teeth lightly over my sensitive flesh.

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