Page 59 of Dragon's Honor

“There’s a new toothbrush in there for you. And anything you might need in the closet.”

“Uh, thank you.” She moved into the apartment sized bathroom and began getting ready for bed. She glanced down at her wardrobe wondering how she should go back out there. The luggage that had been dropped off didn’t have any pajamas in it. Did dragons not believe in them? Or were they just not considered?

She headed back into the bedroom. He passed her and closed the bathroom door.

Finley moved toward his closet and tried to figure out if he had something she could wear. She found a v-neck t-shirt in a cubby that was big enough for her, though it rode up, barely covering her ass with the help of her oversized breasts and curves.

She trotted back over to the bed and pulled down the bed clothes. There weren’t extra pillows on it. Just two. She pulled herself onto the bed and waited for him to come out. When he did, she had to do everything to keep from panting like an overexcited teenager about to see the Jonas Brothers.

He was shirtless and only wearing a pair of black boxer briefs. His warm bronze skin didn’t seem to have any tan lines and then she was picturing him out on the veranda naked. She swallowed around the lump of lust doing the cha-cha in her throat.

She couldn’t have these thoughts with him about to crawl into bed next to her. She would never get to sleep at this rate. He was going to fall asleep like a baby and she was going to have to spend the night trying to figure out how to quell the sex demon inside of her.

He paused when their gaze met. His eyes dropped to her shirt and bare legs and then he seemed to force them back to her face. He crawled into bed next to her.

She laid down and tried to figure out what the most comfortable position would be. She started on her back. She could see him out of her peripheral and he seemed to be a heater. His entire body radiated heat.

Rolling over only made her aware that her butt was toward him and she felt too hot to pull the covers over her.

She’d slept with a man before; this wasn’t a big deal. They were just going to sleep.

Ash growled low in his throat and before she could look over her shoulder at him, his arm was around her waist hauling her back toward him until her ass was flush with his hard cock, her thighs and calves lined up against his, and his chest was pressed against her back. He lifted his head just enough to put his mouth a hairsbreadth from her ear.

“Sawyer, you’re going to find out exactly how fucking good it’s going to be between us and that wet pussy of yours will be very satisfied, but you need to rest. You’re still healing. So just relax, let me hold you, and sleep.”

Sleep? Ha. Not after hot, dirty words like that.

Her body yearned for more. His words ignited heat deep inside of her and not the kind that felt like it would burn her from the inside out like earlier. This heat held all sorts of promises to fill her with all sorts of pleasure.

The thing that turned her on most was his overprotectiveness and his dirty mouth. None of which helped the ache between her legs.

Ash growled again. “Am I going to have to make you come before you settle down?”

She let out a whimper of desire.

It was like he knew she was so aroused it was keeping her awake. How could he be so in tune with her and her body?

His arm around her waist shifted back and down, his hand trailed down her soft stomach, until he reached the hem of the shirt and the waistline of her panties. His fingers dove under the cotton and stopped just as he hit the top of her mound.

He groaned as his finger took a test dip between her folds. She hissed and her hips bucked against him. Why was she so aroused?

“Being fated mates enhances a lot of experiences, including arousal. When you want your mate, you go into overdrive, or so I’ve been told.”

She pushed her face into the pillow when she realized that maybe he wasn’t as completely turned on as she was.

He pressed his cock against her ass. “Trust me, when I tell you it’s taking everything I have not to push your panties to the side and fuck you into oblivion right now.”

“Why aren’t you? Why do you have so much self-control?”

“I don’t have any self-control. If I did, you’d be sleeping alone and resting like you should be. Right now, all I want to do is feel you and watch you come and all I want to hear is my name on your lips as you do.”

Then as if he knew his words were pushing her higher into arousal, his fingers found her clit and circled it teasingly.

Finley cried out and grabbed his wrist. She didn’t want him to stop and certainly didn’t try to stop him, but she needed to hold onto him somehow. She wanted to be anchored and he was going to be that for her.

Ash seemed to be a pro in how to make a woman dance on the edge of her orgasm as he toyed her with her pussy. His fingers circled her clit, dipped into her heated, wet core, and then cupped her, just holding her there. Finley was a mewling, humping mess in such a short amount of time it was almost embarrassing.

He rolled her just a little and his other arm snaked under her and wound around her body until his hand could wrap around her braless breast. He stayed over her shirt which was frustrating. He found her nipple and pinched and flicked and rolled it between his fingers as his other hand found her clit again.

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