Page 25 of Bewitching the Dragon
“It’s fine,” Maria said, all traces of nasal tones gone. “Tell your girlfriend to pay more attention next time.” She turned and flounced away.
Becca stared at Rahu. “What just happened?”
“Maria hits on every guy with a pulse. It means nothing.”
“Not that—that.” She flapped her hand at the empty space where Maria had been standing. “Her nose. Her voice—and was she referring to me? Because I’m not your girlfriend and I didn’t do anything.”
“Maybe she thinks you pushed the door closed.”
“But I didn’t.”
“You and I know that. Is it such a bad thing to let her believe it?”
If it kept Maria from ogling Rahu again, she supposed not.
“Come on, your room is up here.”
They hung a right at the top of the stairs; at the end of the hall Rahu stopped and opened a door, stepping to the side so she could enter.
The bedroom was huge, almost as big as Aunt Pacey’s entire guesthouse. A four-poster bed was set up across from a brick fireplace. The walls were a pale yellow, and the comforter was a brighter shade of the same color. The bed was white-painted wood with drawers underneath. A chaise lounge sat near the fireplace. A television hung on the wall across from the bed. It looked like she had a private bathroom, too.
“I love it!” Becca dropped her bags, turned to wrap her arms around Rahu’s neck, and puckered up before she lost her nerve or, more likely, something interrupted them.
Rahu didn’t hesitate. He pulled her closer so that her breasts pillowed against his chest, and hip to hip, she could feel his swelling bulge against her sex. Then he kissed her and…oh wow, was it evermagical.
Maybe a strange way to describe it, but honestly, it was exactly right. Becca swore fireworks erupted behind her eyelids. They certainly did in her body. Sparks of energy sizzled down her arms to her fingertips, which curled into the back of his shirt. A moan tumbled over her lips as he gyrated his hips just so.
Oh yes, this kiss was everything she’d anticipated, had hoped it would be. And she most definitely wanted more.
More, more, more.
Judging by the way he was clinging to her and the fact that his erection kept growing, Becca was certain Rahu felt the same.
Good, because they were finally alone and could do whatever the hell they wanted and she wanted him out of his clothes, pronto.
“Close the door,” she mumbled around the kiss.
She felt his leg move and presumed he was kicking the door, which was confirmed when it slammed shut a moment later.
“Too many clothes,” she said next, their lips still locked, their bodies still entwined.
Rahu broke this kiss and grinned at her. “Have I ever told you bossy women turn me on?”
“What I’d prefer you tell me is thatIturn you on. And then I want you to undress.”
“Gods, yes.” He wasted no time flipping his shoes off, shedding his shirt and shorts and, after her nod, the boxers too.
And then he stood there in all of his naked glory, hands on hips, like he was posing so that Becca could look her fill. Her mouth started watering, her gazing starting at the top of his shaggy hair, over the anticipation clearly spelled out on his face, down the chest that was far more cut than his lean stature implied, to sharply defined abs and the swollen cock that reached almost to his bellybutton.
Good Lord, she could not wait to be skin on skin with this man. She sent up a prayer that this would not be their one and only time together, because she was certain she was already addicted and they’d done no more than kiss.
“Okay, your turn,” Rahu said, stepping forward and grasping the hem of her shirt. He lifted it over her head and then kissed her again. His hands cupped her breasts through her bra, massaging until she arched her back and moaned against his lips. He slid his arms around her back and unhooked her bra then returned to his massage, adding the occasional tweak to her nipples until she pushed him away and fumbled with getting her shorts and panties down her legs. She needed to be naked with a desperation that was beyond anything she’d ever experienced before.
This was worse than the need for chocolate while PMSing or the need for caffeine during exams week. This was beyond the need for air conditioning during August. It was desperate and urgent and uncontrollable, and yet it was so very…right.
It made no sense, and yet it made the most perfect sense. She’d never been so certain of anything in her entire life.
She and Rahu were meant to be together, despite all the craziness that had happened around her this weekend. Each second that ticked by reassured her that she was doing exactly what she should be doing at this moment.
