Page 100 of Never Flirt with a Dragon

His thumb dragged over my clit while he repeated the motion, giving me exactly what I wanted.

“I’m close, Jas,” I moaned.

He pressed harder on my clit, just like I wanted.

Needed.

And as he bottomed out again, I lost control.

I screamed into his mind, my entire body jerking as the climax tore through me. He thrust into me harder and faster, dragging out my pleasure while he filled me with his.

“We’re good at that,” I panted, my voice barely above a whisper.

“If we were any better, we’d never be able to leave our bed.”

I laughed softly, and he lowered himself over me until his chest was pressing against mine. Though he held most of his weight off of me, the light pressure of his body against mine felt incredible.

He brushed a few strands of hair out of my eyes. “Have you made up your mind about easing into it?”

I made a face. “You know how I feel about decisions, Jas.”

He chuckled. “I know. Just figured I’d ask.”

It was a good question.

And an important one.

If we were going to ease into it as just friends, we’d have to stop having sex. I’d need to put distance between us. There couldn’t be any more staying up all night talking. Or any sneaking around in my parents’ house.

That would be a damn shame.

I didn’t want space between us. I didn’t want anything to change at all, unless it was going to get even better.

“Maybe I did make up my mind,” I said. “At least on one thing.”

He raised his eyebrows, and waited.

“I don’t want my own room. I like living with you. I don’t know if I want to jump in to the mate bond… but I don’t want us to be apart. We’re good together.”

“Thank fuck.” He lowered his forehead to mine and let out a slow breath. “Don’t know if I could’ve followed through with that offer.”

My lips curved upward. “You would’ve followed through.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

My smile widened. “I do.”

One of his hands slipped into my hair, and he tilted my head back as his lips met mine. The kiss was slow, soft, and deliciously sweet. When he pulled away, I immediately craved more. “I think I’m falling in love with you, Baby.”

My throat swelled. “I think I’m falling in love with you too.”

He kissed me again, harder.

Hotter.

His grip on my hair tightened, and his free hand slid down to my breast, taking it in his palm and squeezing roughly. “You’ve been wearing too damn many bras.”

“One bra is hardly—” I gasped when his mouth moved down my throat until it captured my nipple.

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