Page 101 of The Dragon 1
“She’s. . .” I swallowed. “She’s regrouping.”
He chuckled. That sound came out deep and smooth like it belonged in a low-lit jazz bar or a bedroom filled with smoke and sex. It slid down my spine and pooled between my legs.
His thumb shifted again.
Now he was caressing the inside of my wrist, where the skin thinned and my pulse betrayed me. Every pass of his thumb was a stroke against the most vulnerable part of me. And it felt like he knew it.
His hand was big, warm, and firm. Just holding mine made me feel small in a way I didn’t hate.
Not diminished.
Not erased.
Instead, cradled and claimed.
“Tora. . .do you like when I touch you?”
It took everything in me to not lick my lips, “yes.”
“I want to touch you all night. . .and everywhere. . .”
I damn near shuddered with lust, “but you’re going to pace yourself.”
“Mmmm. That’s right.”
I bit my bottom lip.
“Just tell me one thing.”
I quirked my brows. “What?”
“Are you wet for me?”
My breath caught.
The words should have been crass to me but they felt so intimate.
A wicked smirk spread across his face. “Are you going to answer me, little Tiger?”
“I’m not.”
“So naughty,.” he brought my hand closer, slowly pulling it toward him and then his lips hovered just over my knuckles. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?”
His breath was warm against my skin.
“No,” I shivered, yearning for him to kiss my hand. “What am I doing to you?”
“Hmmm… I guess I’ll keep that a secret too.”
Yet. . .I could see it all over his face.
The man who could end lives with a glance suddenly looked like he wanted to worship me instead.
Slowly, he pressed his lips to my hand—one kiss.
Just one.
But I felt it everywhere.
