Page 92 of Cruel Daddy Dragon

“Yes… you probably need a shower, too, after your own battle, right?” I ask.

“You know,” Rufus says, “I might just need a shower.”

He sweeps forward, and I feel his hand wind around my waist. I hear myself give a light shriek of delight as his strong arm turns me around. His lips press on mine. I deepen it, truly savoring the taste of his lips.

Mm… I’m never going to get over that tasty, spicey flavor…

But before the kiss can get much deeper, Rufus pulls away.

“Let’s get to the shower before we forget,” he purrs.

I laugh. He’s right; if we start, we definitely won’t stop just for the sake of a shower. I slide my hand down to his and link my fingers through his. I lead him into my bathroom.

My bathroom is… very much for one person. It’s designed for a singleton, and as I close the door, Rufus laughs.

“Cozy, isn’t it?” he chuckles.

“Yeah.” I smirk at him, “If we’re not careful, we might end up bumping into one another.”

“Oh,no!” Rufus replies sarcastically.

I reach forward and turn on the shower. It crashes down like I’ve overturned a bucket of nails onto the tiled floor. I never noticed how noisy it was until Rufus practically has to shout at me to be heard:

“Is it always that loud?”

“Uh… yeah,” I say, “And I have to run it for a while to get hot water through. It’s an old house; what can I say?”

But then Rufus smirks.

“Good,” he says, “That means we don’t have to keep quiet!”

With that, he reaches down to the hem of his shirt and pulls it up over his head. For a long second, I just take the second to run my gaze under his picturesque abs. I have never seen a man so perfectly shaped—it’s like he’s been carved by a master sculptor, like an interpretation of a Greek god. Every peak and valley of his chest is like a thing of imagination. But even in my most lewd dreams, I don’t think I could have come up with a man so sexy. And yet he’s here, right in front of me. Ready for the touch.

That chest heaves, and I hear him laugh.

“Officer, are you ogling me?” he chuckles, “My eyes are up here!”

“I’ll look at your eyes later; I see them all the time,” I answer, staring at his chest.

“Sheriff, that’s not professional!” he cackles back.

“Oh, shut up!” I laugh back, “I don’t have to be professional about it when I’m off duty! Besides, you love it!”

Rufus chuckles some more and then steps toward me.

“Are you going to return the favor, then?” he purrs.

I crack a smile and start unbuttoning my own shirt. I can feel his jade eyes beaming on me, watching every motion of my fingers as I slip every button loose. As I look up at him, I shrug my shirt off. His eyes move down to my cleavage. It’s my most sensible black bra, but he bites the corner of his lower lip and looks at me with a hooded gaze like it’s the most erotic lingerie he’s ever seen.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispers.

A warm heat crawls over my face, and I don’t fight the blush—or the smile. He steps closer and leans his head down to my chest. I just let him rest his head on top of my boobs. His face is so warm on my skin. Stray hairs are tickling my face, and I lean my head down on his silky ginger hair.

I’ve never felt such soft, luscious hair on a man. Maybe I should ask what shampoo he uses.

His hands start wandering, and I feel his hands skim over my skin to my back. He slowly unhooks my bra, and I lower my arms forward to let the straps fall off my arm. He leans back and lets my bra fall. Rufus smiles. He places his hands on my breasts, cupping them, his thumbs gently running circles over my nipples.

A lightning bolt of pleasure crashes up my body, and I gasp. I end up standing on my tip-toes, arching toward his touch. The anticipation for sex starts crackling through my body. My heart starts hammering hard in my chest.

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