Page 19 of Dragon His Heels
Her lips quirked, and he responded with a sheepish grin.
“Did you, um, get lucky tonight?” She was having a difficult time pulling her gaze above waist level. That was good.
“Not yet.” He stepped into the room. “Nobody interesting at the bar.”Go for honesty.“Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“Oh.” The word was a gasp, her eyes widening, her hand lifting, squeezing into a fist and pressing against her chest, between her breasts.
He took another step toward the bed. “Maybe, you know, maybe we can…” He’d never had a difficult time with words before, but then again, he’d never proposed not-quite-sex with a woman who may or may not be his fated mate, either.
“Do you think it’s wise?” she asked. “Sleeping together, I mean.”
He shook his head. “No sex. Just…everything else. Anything you want. Other than sex.”
She stared at him, her breathing coming in short pants, the scent of her arousal strengthening. His offer was tempting her. Thank the gods.
“Why?”
“Because I’m so fucking attracted to you I can’t even think about anyone else. And I think you feel the same.”
“No, I mean, why no sex?”
“I…” What the hell did he say? She didn’t seem to be aware of the fact that they may be fated mates, and he sure as hell didn’t want to bring it to her attention.
Clearing his throat, he said, “No, uh, condoms.” Female dragons couldn’t take human birth control. The hormones or whatever screwed with their heads, made them a little crazy, and half the time didn’t work anyway. So the only way to prevent baby dragons was condoms. Or not actually penetrating.
Brilliant.
“But all the other stuff, that’s the fun part anyway.” He quirked a brow. “I assure you, my tongue is an expert at pleasuring females.”
“Oh.” She squeezed her thighs together, probably imagining his head down there between them, his tongue lapping at her juices. Or at least he hoped that was what she was thinking. It was definitely part of his game plan for this evening.
All she had to do was say yes.
Her gaze darted to the open door behind him. “What about Ruby?”
He took another step closer. “She’s asleep.”
“I mean, what about her as far as…us.”
Not what he wanted to think about. He just wanted to ease the ache in his balls. Give her a handful of orgasms. That was it.
“Maybe we keep this between us. Not tell her. Or anyone.”
She frowned. “That’s for the best.”
Did that mean yes? He took another tentative step. He was so close his shadow fell across her legs and he could reach out and touch her bare shoulder. As soon as she said yes.
“Let me show you what it’s like, Talia.” His voice was gravelly, low, needy. “I have a few ideas. I promise you’ll be pleased. And exhausted. Sated.”
She didn’t say anything. For long moments, there was only the sound of their individual breathing while the anticipation in the air grew until it was damn near suffocating.
“Do you…do you have a couple of silk ties?”
*
The silk ties were supposed to be for him. Talia wanted to tiehimup, to give the illusion that she was in total control while she explored every inch of his body.
Yet they’d ended up in his bed, with her wrists tied to the bedposts. He’d scooped her into his arms and practically run from her room. He’d placed her on her feet, stripped her naked, then lifted her and laid her on the bed, tying her up, all before she could even utter, “I meant for you.”
