Page 57 of The Dragon Recruit
Her dragon spoke up.He understands us better than most.
He frowned as he caressed her cheek with his thumb. “I hate those blasted contacts.”
“I could take them out.”
“Normally, yes, I’d say do it. However, in this moment, I like having you right where I want you.”
“And where is that?”
His free hand moved to her upper thigh and stroked back and forth. Each pass made her heart pound and her pussy pulse. He whispered, “Wanting me.”
She could make a quip, say he was cocky, and mention how their food was getting cold.
And yet, as he continued to stroke her thigh, she widened her legs more.
Antony chuckled as he moved closer, until he nearly touched her. He moved his head to her ear, nibbled her earlobe, and then said, “Let me take off your jeans and please you, Iris. Let me lick and nibble and make you squirm.”
The pulsing between her thighs increased, and her breasts grew heavy. Before she could change her mind, she whispered, “Aye.”
“Aye what?”
“Aye, do as you said.”
“Then stand up, love. And let me help you out of those jeans. As much as I love how they highlight your arse and thighs, I want to see your beautiful skin.”
He was smooth, almost too smooth. And yet, she heard nothing but truth in his voice.
Her dragon spoke up.He fancies us. Don’t second-guess it.
For the first time in a long time, Iris embraced her emotions over her brain, and stood. She moved to undo her jeans, but Antony took her hands. After kissing the palm of each one, he released her and undid the button and zipper. He tugged, and she wiggled, and after a rather ungraceful dance, her jeans finally lay on the floor.
“Look at that little bow.”
Damn, she’d forgotten about her underwear. “Just because I have a job mostly done by males doesn’t mean I can’t be girly with my underthings.”
He traced the bow at the top of her underwear, back and forth, never quite touching her skin. “Of course you can. My boxers have little slices of pizza on them. Everyone is more than what we show to the world.”
She blinked. “Pizza slices?”
He never took his gaze from the strip of skin between her top and her underwear. “That’s a story for another time. I don’t want to talk about my brother right now. I want to do this.”
His lips brushed against her skin, and Iris’s hands went to his head. As he did it again, the pounding between her legs increased, and she nearly pushed his head down.
As he spoke, his hot breath caressed her skin. “So warm and soft. I need to see more. Tell me I can.”
Without hesitation, she whispered, “Aye.”
Antony’s patient movements vanished as he tugged down her underwear. As soon as she stepped out of them, he nuzzled the short hair at the apex of her thighs. She swore he said, “Mine,” but before she could ask, he gently pushed her down and she plopped onto the couch.
His hand stroked her legs as he met her gaze. At the heat and desire there, her heart pounded.
“Open them for me, Iris. Let me see that pretty pussy of yours before I devour it.”
Her dragon hummed.Let him do that. I want to feel his mouth. Don’t say no.
At his look, Iris didn’t think she could say no for anything, so she spread her legs.
Antony’s fingers moved to her inner thighs, stroking back and forth, never quite reaching where she ached for him most. She growled. “Stop teasing me.”
