Page 12 of Never Feed a Dragon

Hot.

Honest.

My heels were still hooked around his hips.

I used them to tug him back to me, and undid the button on his slacks, pushing them down.

He didn’t give me the chance to free his erection—he just grabbed my thighs and hauled me off the countertop. We only made it a few steps to the couch before he had me on my back on the furniture.

Eli parted my thighs wide, and tugged my thong out of the way as he lowered his mouth to my core and licked me.

His tongue dragged over my entrance, and my hips rocked.

He followed it up to my clit, and sucked, lightly.

I swore, my body jerking in response.

His hot eyes met mine. “Like that?”

“Yes. Shit.” The word escaped in a hiss as he traced his tongue around my clit.

His fingers held my folds open for him, moving slowly over the wet, sensitive skin as he licked me.

I’d never gotten off on someone’s tongue before, but he finally slid a finger inside my channel, and I went off like a damn bomb.

Cries escaped me as I rocked desperately against his face, chasing the climax while he devoured me harder, and faster. When the pleasure ended, I pushed his face away a little, and he let me put the distance between his mouth and my core.

“Holy hell,” I panted.

He kissed down my thigh. “Should I grab another cupcake?”

It took a moment for the question to register.

He’d eaten a cupcake to dull his appetite for me. His words.

He was saying he wanted more.

And was asking if I did too. Or if I wanted him to eat a cupcake instead.

The bastard was offering to leave without getting off.

That was… sweet.

Stupidly sweet.

And that only made me want him more.

“You can have them for breakfast tomorrow,” I said. “I haven’t even gotten you naked yet.”

The words came out before I could realize exactly what I was promising him.

All night.

I wanted it, though.

I wanted it desperately.

His eyes practically burned. “I can arrange the nudity.”

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