Page 60 of Red Captive

“Don’t bother. There won’t be one. We heal too quickly to ever need a first aid kit.”

She gives me a skeptical look but doesn’t argue further. Instead, she goes into the kitchen, skirting the glass, and comes back with a damp towel. Jen kneels down on the floor at my feet. She kneels before me.Kneels!

My dragon loves it. He wants me to turn her around. Not just my dragon. I want it, too. I want to rip that tiny scrap of silk from her body and have my way with her.

Holy shit! I’m a sick bastard because I have to look away. She isn’t wearing a bra, and her breasts look fucking amazing clad in just silk and lace. They’re plump and perfect. They’d fit my big hands just right.

Her nipples are pointing right at me. I doubt she’s wearing underwear under that thing.

“Let me take a look,” she murmurs, leaning in.

Leaning.

I glance down and wish I hadn’t. The tops of her tits are—

Not looking.

Dammit! Fuck!

I’m getting hard.

“You don’t have to,” I try. “I’m fine. I swear. You should go back to your room.”

“Shush. Stay still.” Now she’s bossing me around, which turns me on even more. Who knew?

Not looking. Not thinking of sex. Not even saying that word.

Jen gently wipes the blood off my foot. “It’s not that bad. You have two, no, three tiny cuts. I don’t think there’s any glass in there. How does that feel?”

“There isn’t. I’m fine,” I tell her. “It doesn’t even sting.”

“The bleeding is stopping already. Wow!”

“I’m already healing. See, I told you. You should…get up off the floor. You should…go back to bed.” Damn, my voice is so deep, I hardly recognize it.

For the first time, she realizes where she is, namely, on the floor between my splayed thighs.

My cock is hard and straining against my boxers.

Her lush-as-fuck mouth parts as her gaze lands between my legs. She has a hand on the ankle of the foot I just cut open and another hand on my thigh. She wasn’t thinking about anything other than my foot. She wasn’t trying to be sexy or to come onto me. It was innocent, and I’m so damned hard for her.

I’m sitting on the edge of my bed with a beautiful woman between my legs, her hands on me.

Her pupils dilate. Her breathing hitches, and her nipples get tighter.

What did I do to deserve this? I need willpower and I need it now.

“Steel,” she says but doesn’t move. She should move. She should leave. Run.

Instead, she leans up and up until her soft lips brush mine.

I know I should push her away. I know that would be the right thing to do. I don’t! I can’t!

I kiss her back. I slant my mouth the other way. I feel her lips against mine. I breathe her in.

Then I taste her. My hands grip her waist, pulling her closer as she gasps against my lips. She tastes like honey and sunshine and rainbows. She tastes fucking amazing.

Jen melts into the kiss, her hands coming up to tangle in my hair. She groans my name. My dick twitches.

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