Page 721 of Love Bites

His other hand, the one already near the back of her neck, reached farther into her hair. He crumpled a handful of her thick hair into his fist, and using where he grabbed her as leverage, he rocked her head forward to take more of his thumb into her mouth.

Bethany closed her eyes. A small moan escaped her throat as the warm meat of his thumb slid on her tongue.

She couldn’t help herself, and she hummed in her throat, moaning with wanting more of him.

He pushed her head forward again, shoving his thumb deeper into her mouth and rubbing her tongue.

When she opened her eyes again, he was watching where his thumb was slipping into her mouth, staring as if mesmerized.

When he caught her watching him, the molten gold in his irises ran faster, and he popped his thumb out of her mouth and wrenched her head up to look at him.

His lips crashed on her mouth, and her lips were already open for him when he thrust his tongue inside to tangle with hers.

One of his hands still grasped her hair in his fist, but his other palm and fingers slid down her neck, over the swell of her breasts, and to her waist to wrap around her and draw her body against his.

Bethany splayed her fingers on his chest, exploring the contours of his heavy pectorals and rounded shoulders through the thin fabric of his shirt, just as she’d suspected he was hiding under those trim suits he wore. He kissed her thoroughly, lips and tongue caressing hers until she gasped for breath and was pulling at his collar, trying to unbutton the tiny buttons of his dress shirt. When she couldn’t make her fingers work, she yanked at his shirt to pull it out of his pants.

Math broke off the kiss and pressed her hand against his chest, stopping her. He rested his forehead against hers, breathing heavily. His eyes were closed, but his arm still wrapped around her waist, crushing her against him. Her elbows were trapped between their two bodies, and the heavy muscles of his chest expanded as he breathed.

Math whispered, “How old are you, Bethany?”

“Twenty-two.” She was pretty sure she was right.

She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. Her body thrummed at a fever-pitch withwantinghim, and it was a good thing he was holding her wrists in his huge hand. Otherwise, she might have tried to tear his clothes off of him again.

She shifted toward him, leaning so that her thighs pressed against his muscular legs, and her stomach was against the hard flatness of his torso.

Except that his stomach wasn’t entirely flat.

A ridge ran up his stomach under his clothes, evidence of his desire for her.

Well, at least this wasn’t one-sided. Bethany smiled.

“So young,” Math sighed.

“You’re not much older than I am. You can’t be older than twenty-five.”

“I’m forty-two. Dragons live a long time. Aging slows. Didn’t they teach you that in Magical Biology or Supernatural Sciences?”

“No.” Frustration welled up in her, that he’d stopped, that she hungered for him and couldn’t have him. “Twenty-two is not that young. I’ve done this before. You are not taking advantage of me.”

He lifted his head away from her. A rueful smile softened his words. “You’ve kissed your boss before?”

Bethany flipped her head back, frustration sparking into anger. “No! Of course not!”

His hand on her back stroked her spine slowly, soothing her. “Of course you haven’t. It’s a spectacularly bad idea.”

“It didn’t feel like a bad idea,” she muttered.

“That’s the problem with bad ideas. They always seem like great ideas at the time.”

She forced her arms to relax, and she pulled away from him. “I should get started on that fountain.”

“See, that sounds like a good idea, but I think it’s a bad idea. I think you should wait to begin working on that fountain. You should rest before you try it again, and don’t stand too close to it.” His arms dropped away from her, and he stood and stepped back. “I think you should wait until tomorrow morning.”

“Will you be there?” she asked.

“Unfortunately, tomorrow morning is booked with yet another meeting to determine just how much money is missing from the casino accounts.”

Dammit.“That must be awful, that someone mismanaged your money so badly.”

“We think it’s worse than that. We think someone is stealing, and if there’s anything a dragon hates, it’s a thief stealing from their hoard.”

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