Page 35 of Hungry Like A Dragon
“Strip for me first.”
She shook her head. “N-no.”
“Please.”
Oh hell. When he said it like that…
The outfit she’d chosen today was a basic, stretchy T-shirt dress with a wide, scoop neck that made it easy to feed Sadie. So it was pretty much effortless to grab the hem and lift it over her head. Underneath she wore a simple white bra and lacy panties. Not terribly sexy by her standards, but the way Noah’s eyes widened and his mouth parted slightly, she’d obviously done something right.
Smiling, she thrust out her chest while wrapping her arms around her back and unhooking her bra. Then she held it in place over her boobs with one hand while slipping the straps down her arms with the other. When she pulled her arm away, the bra went with it, and she tossed it at Noah. He snatched it out of the air without taking his gaze off her.
Damn, her man wasintense.
No, not her man. Her—what was he? Lover? That sounded too serious, too much like a relationship.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, breaking through her thoughts.
She cleared her throat and realized she’d paused mid-strip. “Nothing. Sorry. I’m just—not—this…I’m self-conscious,” she finally blurted.
“You have no reason to be. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”
Her knees wobbled.
“Come here.” He beckoned her. She stumbled forward and practically fell on top of him. He grabbed her waist and situated her in his lap with her legs folded on either side of his thighs. Lifting her slightly, he gently pushed her down so that her seam slid along the length of his erection.
She whimpered.
“Want more?”
She nodded and started to pant. He did it again, and she threw her head back while clutching his shoulders.
Suddenly she was moving, and when she opened her eyes, she was seated on the cushion next to him. After delivering a quick kiss to her lips, he bent and feathered his lips along the tops of her breasts, then down into her cleavage, all while working her panties down her legs.
Once she was panty-less, he bounced off the couch to finish unbuckling his belt and slide his shorts off. When he, too, was naked, he sat and pulled her into his lap. With his hands on her waist and his gaze on her face, he began rocking, sliding her up and down his erection again, her arousal coating them both, until she moaned, the pressure—the pleasure—building inside her.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded, and then he stopped the motion, grabbed the condom, and sheathed himself. She immediately complied, desperate to keep the momentum going. Her body was twisting tighter and tighter; she was so close to orgasming she could practically taste it on her tongue.
And then he clamped onto her waist again, lifted her, and pulled her down onto his erection. She squeezed her eyes shut as the climax slammed into her, going on and on as he surged in and out, in and out, until he clenched his teeth and growled as he chased her over the edge.
With a gusty sigh, she flopped onto his chest and closed her eyes again, and scant moments later, she was asleep.
***
When Petra woke, the house was bathed in shadows. She was lying on top of Noah, who was on his back, snoring gently, his legs hanging over the arm of the couch, his arms wrapped around her. Like he had no intention of letting her go.
Such fanciful thoughts.
She fumbled around on the coffee table until her fingers grazed one of their phones, and she lit the screen. Seven-thirty. Wow, they’d all slept the afternoon away. Not surprising for Noah and Petra, considering they’d spent far more time last night having acrobatic sex instead of sleeping, and not really shocking for Sadie, either, who’d had a great deal of tummy time with her daddy today.
Smiling, Petra gently extracted herself from the tangle of limbs on the couch, grabbed her dress off the floor, and headed to the kitchen for a glass of water. The sun hadn’t quite gone down, so it was still bright enough for her to see what she was doing without turning on the light, which would shine in Noah’s eyes.
She pulled a glass out of the cabinet and placed it on the counter. The cup bumped something and knocked it over.
A shattering sound.
The dragon figurine.
Petra looked down at the countertop. The head had snapped off the glass object, and something protruded from the neck. It looked like a perfume vial, like the samplers hawked in department stores.
