Page 14 of Her Two Dragons

He knelt beside her cot, taking her hand to press a kiss to the back of it. “I shouldn’t want to kiss you. I shouldn’t want to strip you out of your clothes and kiss every inch of your body before settling between your thick thighs and licking you until you scream. But there’s something about you, Michelle. Something that I can’t seem to resist.”

She clenched her thighs together, swallowing hard. “There is?”

“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. And if you decided you wanted nothing to do with me, and you wanted Khal, I’d step aside in an instant.” He kissed her inner wrist. “But don’t choose Khalid.”

Michelle chuckled as she rolled onto her side, so that they were nearly face to face. “No? Why not?”

“Do I need a reason more than that I want you? That I’ve had a taste of your lips, and ever since then, I’ve wanted more?” He shifted, cupping her cheek as he leaned in to just barely brush his lips against hers. “I don’t want to push you too fast, and I know you’re probably a little overwhelmed right now, but damn it, Michelle, I want you.”

She reached out and pulled him closer, until he got up, kissing her as he rolled her onto her back and crawled onto the cot on top of her.

He was already mostly hard against her thigh as his tongue slipped between her lips, just barely teasing hers in a flirtatious dance between their mouths.

“Darius, I…” She panted as she broke their kiss. Her panties were wet, and her cheeks flushed from arousal. “God, you kiss good.”

He smirked as his hand slid between them, his big palm covering her breast over her shirt and bra. “How much can I kiss?”

She arched into his hand, wishing they were somewhere with a little more privacy, somewhere that wasn’t where anyone on the dig site might walk past. “I don’t know if we should be doing this here.” Even as she protested against it, she rocked her hips against his, pressing into his hard length. Through both their shorts, she could feel how big he was. “What if someone walks by?”

“Then they’ll know that you’re getting the fuck of a lifetime, and they shouldn’t pop in to say hello.” He smirked as his hand slid lower, toward her waistband. “At least let me kiss you some more.” The button on her shorts popped open. “I want to taste you.”

She groaned as his hand slid into her shorts, cupping her over her panties. She hardly felt dressed for what was happening, in plain cotton panties and a bra that her mother would’ve called economical. But the way Darius was touching her, she didn’t care what she had on. She just wanted it all on the floor.

“Please, Michelle.”

How could she say no to such a husky, sexy request like that? She sat up, nudging him up along with her, and she watched him as she pulled her t-shirt off, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. The bra went next, so that she was sitting in front of him topless. “Go slow, okay?”

Darius let out a sexy little growl, and in a breath his shirt was gone too, exposing tanned, muscular skin and dark black tattoos covering one pec. “I won’t take more than you’re ready to give.”

The problem was, with him sitting there, looking like the only thing that could quench her thirst in this desert, she wanted to give him everything.

His mouth found hers again, and her head went fuzzy as he lowered her back down onto her cot once more.

She spread her legs wide, wishing she’d taken off her boots, wishing her shorts were on the floor along with her top. Her body burned with need, and every brush of his rock-hard body against her soft, curvy one, made her want to moan.

“Fuck, Michelle, I want inside you.”

She rocked her hips against his again, groaning as he ground down against her. “Do you have a condom?”

Darius’s under his breath curse told her everything she needed to know.

“I’ll go into Alexandria tonight. I’ll get some.”

She licked her lips, not sure she was ready for this hot and heavy make-out session to end. She was sure she wasn’t ready to think about having a baby. Even if the man on top of her made her want to throw all caution to the wind.

“We should maybe slow down, then.”

He kissed along her jaw. “Okay, I won’t fuck you. But I will make you come.” His hand slid into her shorts again, this time under her panties. “I’m going to taste how sweet you are.”

Michelle watched as he kissed his way down her body, taking his time to lick and suck in places she didn’t even know could be this erotic. By the time he started to pull her shorts down her legs, she was dripping wet, barely able to keep still on the cot as her whole core ached for more. She craved his tongue, his fingers, even his cock. She wanted all of him, and she wanted to give all of herself over to him.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He stood at the end of her cot, looking down at her spread legs, her flushed skin, her full, heavy breasts, with a look in his eyes that almost looked hungry.

She still had her boots on. As he reached down for her, pulling her off the cot just to bend her over the side of it, her breath caught in her throat, feeling exposed, like all her extra fat, all her curves were on display.

The look in Darius’s eyes didn’t feel like he was judging her. The thick, long outline pressing into the front of his cargo shorts made her feel like a sexy goddess.

He knelt behind her, spreading her legs a little wider, tilting her ass a little higher in the air. Then his tongue was on her.

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