Page 6 of Sass Me

He scraped his teeth across her skin, right above her collar bone and she whimpered with the pleasure of it. She wanted him to bite her, mark her with his teeth.

Why would she want that? “Steele, please, I need...”

She didn’t know what she needed. Her mind was fritzing, her body was in control now.

“Yes, little flower, I need you too. Where is your bedroom? We’ll lock the door and I’ll make you come all night long.”

Great idea.

No. No, it wasn’t. What was she thinking? She’d met this guy less than an hour ago. She didn’t know what kind of person he was, or where he was from, or anything. All she knew was how she’d been instantly attracted to him, and had pushed those feelings down like she always did.

She wasn’t, thinking. She was feeling, and it was freeing.

Too much so. She wasn’t free. She had a destiny.

There was no way a dragon that she’d only met tonight was that destiny.

Cheering came from the living room and then a series of boos. The ruckus was enough to bring Fleur back to the present, remember who and where she was.

“Steele, stop.” She pushed against head, still glued to her neck.

The loss of his lips against her skin quite literally hurt.

“What’s wrong, babe?” He tilted his head to the side and rubbed her back. “Did I do something you don’t like? I’ll learn your body and what you need as fast as I can. I promise.”

His eyes twinkled with need and she almost gave in. No one’s eyes had ever glowed for her, not like this.

Sigh. “We can’t do this.”

“Do what? Have sex on the countertop. I’ll carry you to your bed.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you can’t carry me. And no, I mean this.” She waved her hand between the two of them.

He lifted her into his arms and took several steps across the room. “I can carry you, and I will. Where is your bedroom, my sweet?”

“Holy basil. Put me down before you drop me.” She flailed until he set her feet back on the floor.

“I liked having you in my arms, but if you don’t, I’ll get over it, as long I can have you in my arms like this.” He pulled her to him and gently kissed her.

He’d gone from raging need to sweet and gentle in the blink of an eye and she wanted him even more for that. Just one more kiss and then she’d be satisfied.

“Whoa, sorry. Covering my eyes. Sorry.” Jordan’s voice broke through the thick need in Fleur’s brain. “But, I’m not sure you should be macking on this guy. They aren’t even strippers.”

Double sigh. “I know. They’re dragons, or at least this one is.”

Fleur stepped out of Steele’s arms and straightened her top. He moved beside her, and put a hand on her lower back, all possessive like.

Jordan threw her hands up in the air. “What? Why didn’t you tell us?”

She jerked her thumb in her dragon’s direction. Uh, no, she shook her head. The dragon, a dragon, not her dragon. “I just found out a minute ago Steele here was a dragon.”

Nic popped into the kitchen giving Steele the stink-eye. “My stupid mutt, oh, I mean mate, sent them. I’m sure he thought they’d be safer than strangers or something dumb like that.”

Karla and Ellie joined them and they did not look happy. Although, when Barbara came in she looked more humored than mad.

“Jake put you up to this?” Nic asked, folding her arms across her chest and tapping her foot. She tapped it any harder and there would be a hole in the linoleum floor before long.

“Uh, yeah.” Steele lifted an arm and rubbed behind his neck.

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