Page 29 of Dragon His Heels
She closed her eyes and nodded. She wasn’t sure she could speak just yet.
“Was it the greatest you’ve ever had?”
A laugh bubbled from her chest, and she opened her eyes and looked up at him. “Without a doubt. Although, to be fair, my experience isn’t nearly as expansive as yours.”
He touched his finger to her lips. “Glad to hear it.” And then he bent and kissed her. She could taste herself on his tongue. It didn’t taste like peaches, but was arousing nonetheless. Breaking the kiss, she pushed him onto his back and focused her attention on unsnapping and unzipping his shorts. He threaded his fingers behind his head and watched her progress.
Once she divested him of his boxers, she kicked off her shoes and positioned herself between his legs. His cock bobbed eagerly. Pressing her hands to the bed on either said of his hips, she leaned down and licked the dollop of pre-cum from the head. He hissed, his hands jerking forward to grasp her hair.
“Uh-uh,” she said, pushing them away. “Keep them up there. Hold onto the headboard.” Damn, it was fun bossing him around. Hot, too.
His eyes flared. She could practically see his dragon in them, fighting his natural instinct to be in control. But her dragon liked to be in charge, too, and she wasn’t about to relent at the moment. Baring his teeth, Gabe finally flung his arms back and grabbed the headboard, his hot gaze never leaving her face. She held it as she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around him, sucking him in until the head bumped the back of her throat. When he threw his head back, groaned, and squeezed his eyes shut, she dropped her gaze and focused on giving him pleasure.
He managed to let her remain in control until that moment right before his orgasm, when his cock swelled even larger and the vein on the underside began to pulse. That’s when he released the wrought iron bar and bowed his body, grabbed her hair, and helped guide her as she bobbed over him, sucking him in and out as quickly as she could, until he gave a shout as hot, creamy spurts poured down her throat.
He collapsed against the sheets, his body slick with sweat, while she gently released him and licked her lips. “Come here,” he said, grabbing her and pulling her down on his chest. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her like that for long moments, with his face buried in her hair.
It was oddly intimate. It was Gabe. It was supposed to be…what? Just non-sex? How had they gotten here anyway? For five years, they’d been business associates, and while he was certainly attractive, she had never considered acting on that feeling. And he sure as hell never looked at her in that way.
Until they flew together. And communicated telepathically. Whatever the hell was going on between them, they had some sort of connection that had triggered an attraction they hadn’t been able to resist. Although, to be fair, she hadn’t exactly tried. When Gabe approached her, her dragon had stood up and done a happy dance, and Talia had been too caught up in the moment to think clearly, rationally, like she usually did.
And now she was lying in bed with the man, who, by the way his chest was steadily rising and falling, had fallen asleep already. In her bed. Apparently spending the night. Which would be the second night they’d spent together.
In just three short days since she’d rescued Ruby from the Rojo dragons, Talia’s life had become almost wholly unrecognizable.
