Page 20 of Dragon His Heels
But hey, this wasn’t so bad, so she snapped her mouth shut and decided to give it a try. She was an open-minded woman, after all.
Clearly, since she was about to have sex with Gabe. Non-sex, rather. She appreciated his honesty about the condoms. He’d learned his lesson from his mistake with Ruby’s mother. Which was good, because she wasn’t sure she had the willpower to deny him when he showed up in her room, buck naked and hard as a freaking tree trunk. Metaphor on purpose, given the girth and length of that thing.
Her dragon had stared like it was a lollipop, which was good, she supposed, since licking it was definitely on the menu but sitting on it wasn’t.
“Hot damn, I like you like this,” Gabe said, standing next to the bed, his gaze roving her naked, helpless body, while he almost absently stroked himself. She licked her lips. Electricity shot through her veins; every nerve ending in her body eagerly anticipated his first move. Well, second, considering she was already naked and tied up.
She twisted her hips and lifted her knee, squeezing her inner muscles. “I need…”
“Me too,” he whispered. He leaned over the bed, pressing his fists into the sheets on either side of her body, and then he kissed her, a featherlight touch of skin on skin. She stretched upward as he pulled away, her hands squeezing the silken ties as they strained against the bedposts. She could snap them if she wanted, but that wasn’t part of the game.
His smile was lazy, cocky, while his lids dropped to half-mast and his gaze swept her body. “Where should I start?” he murmured.
“Anywhere.” She practically breathed the word.
He bent over her again, kissing her, this time lingering, his tongue flicking out to tease at her lower lip. She opened eagerly, her tongue twining with his. He shifted his weight to one arm and then she felt his other hand drift across her rib cage. The muscles quivered and he shifted up, cupping the underside of her breast and then kneading gently.
She moaned against his lips.
“You like that, do you?” he said and tweaked her nipple.
“Yes.” She gasped and arched into his touch, and he obliged her by rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
He broke the kiss, and she whimpered.
“Now, now, there are other parts of your body that require my attention.”
Oh yes, please.
He trailed his lips down her neck, sucking every few inches, as if her skin tasted so good he couldn’t get enough. He nibbled his way across her chest and finally down to her left breast, until he suckled her nipple into his mouth.
She cried out and squeezed her thighs together. She should break the damn restraints so she could put her hand between her legs and relieve some of the damn pressure there.
“Gabe…”
“Why does my name sound so damn sexy tumbling from your lips?”
“Oh gods.”
He smiled against her skin. “You need more, don’t you?”
She nodded.
He danced his fingers down, over her abdomen, to her thigh, while continuing to lave at her breast. She squirmed, and he skimmed across her sex but didn’t stop or apply pressure or do any damn thing but tease her.
“Gabe!”
He chuckled. “One word, and yet such different meaning each time you say it. What will it sound like when I do this?”
He pressed his fingers between her thighs. She spread for him and he slid them through her heat, then lifted them to his mouth and sucked her arousal from them.
“Gabe.”
His eyes darkened, the pupils becoming almost slits, like he’d shifted into his dragon. “That’show I want you to say my name.”
“Gabe.”
He delved his fingers into her heat again, stroking inside her, thrusting, mimicking sex, while his thumb rubbed circles over her clit and her hips pumped of their own accord. She flew so high so quickly she lost her breath as she cried out his name again when her orgasm overcame her. Fireworks exploded behind her eyelids and inside her body, over and over while he continued to stroke until she squeezed her legs closed around his hand.
