Page 28 of Dragon His Heels
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That evening, she and Gabe together tucked Ruby in for the night. He bundled the blanket up to her chin while Talia kissed her forehead, and then they slipped from the room. Even though Gabe had teased her earlier in the day about hooking up again tonight, she assumes nothing, so she turned and headed for her own bedroom.
He was hot on her heels. She glanced over her shoulder and said, “What are you doing?”
“Going to bed.”
“Your bedroom’s right there.”
“And yours is right here. This is actually kind of cool. Two different bedrooms. Adds a little spice, you know?”
Except this was probably their last night together. Talia didn’t appreciate the way her heart lurched—or the way her dragon growled her disapproval.
“Did you buy condoms?” she asked as she opened the door and stepped into the room.
He snapped his fingers. “Damn it. I forgot.”
Talia glanced at the staircase. “There’s a drugstore a couple miles away. I think they’re open until ten.”
“Or…” He sidled up to her, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her back against his quite aroused body. Leaning down so that his lips were next to her ear, he whispered, “We could get creative again tonight.”
She clenched her thighs as warmth flooded her body. It was suddenly twenty degrees warmer in this room. They needed to shed some clothing, stat. She fanned her face with her hand.
“You seem warm,” he commented, releasing her so he could close the door. “Let me help you with that.” Grasping her dress, he dragged it over her head and tossed it to the floor, leaving her standing in the middle of the room, wearing a white silky bra and matching panties and blue sandals.
She could always grab some condoms tomorrow. Stopping this train right now wasn’t remotely tempting.
Gabe snaked his arms around her again, pulling her flush against his body, cupping her ass with one hand while the other tangled in her hair as he devoured her lips like it was a ninety-degree day and she was an ice cream cone he had to lick every creamy drop before it melted.
Her knees buckled and he swept her into his arms, moving to the bed and laying her on her back before covering her with his own body. All without breaking the kiss. Or taking off her shoes. When he finally released her lips and nibbled his way across her cheek to her ear, then along the column of her throat down to her chest, she murmured, “You are the greatest kisser I’ve ever experienced.”
He slipped his hands behind her back and deftly unclasped her bra, disposing of the garment before cupping both breasts and laving at each one in turn. “My goal is to be the greatesteverythingto you.”
“Oh.” She arched her back when he bit down on her nipple. “That’s pretty great too.” Her voice was breathy, choppy, with a faint edge of desperation.
Without pausing in his attention to her breasts, he adjusted his position so that he could hook his thumb into her panties and tug them down her legs. And then he abruptly rolled off her and onto his back by her side.
“Come here,” he said, tugging at her hip. “Sit on my face.”
“Sit…”
“On my face. Yes.”
She sat up, straddled his hips.
“Up here.” He pointed at his face. “I’ve been thinking about peach pie all day long. I want to eat you up.”
She giggled and shifted her position, crawling up his body. “Why have you been thinking about peach pie?”
“Because you smell like peaches. And you taste like heaven.”
Clutching her ass with both hands, he pulled her to him, until she was indeed sitting on his face, balanced on her knees, with her hands wrapped around the wrought iron headboard. The first lick was ass to clit, a long swipe that set her on fire and flooded his tongue with her arousal. Her muscles clenched, and she closed her eyes and threw back her head.
He licked again, swirling his tongue around her sensitive nub until she whimpered. Then he delved into her opening, fucking her with his tongue while she panted and rolled her hips, riding his face like it was his dick. He was right; non-sex wasamazing.
Colorful lights exploded behind her eyes as the climax rolled over her, engulfing her. She was soaring without even shifting into dragon form, her body weightless, her limbs tingling while he slowed his tongue thrusts and his grip on her ass eased up, until she gently lifted herself off him and then lay on the bed next to him. Her heart was beating as fast as a hummingbird, her breath coming in short gasps.
He tugged his shirt over his head, used it to wipe his face, then tossed it to the floor before rolling onto his side and propping his head in his hand. “Liked that?” He trailed a finger in circles around her nipple.
