Page 731 of Love Bites

Instead, Math was leaning against the other kitchen counter, just a little farther away than she had hoped. His glittering eyes held fire. He was so tall that the backs of his thighs rested against the kitchen countertop. His fingers were clenched around the counter as if it were the edge of a cliff, and he might fall.

The intensity on his face didn’t make him look angry at all, but he looked hungry. “Don’t get dressed on my account.”

Bethany had a great idea. She suspected that it was actually a very bad idea because it seemed like such a great idea, but she didn’t care.

She stepped forward, her feet on either side of Math’s crossed ankles, but not touching him. She leaned forward, allowing her breasts just a little closer to his chest while he took deep breaths through his nose, and asked, “Why? Do you have a better idea?”

He moved so quickly that his arms seemed to flash around her, and she was spinning.

In a blink, the countertop pressed into her back.

His fingers were already at the back of her neck and reaching up into her hair, dragging her head back. He grabbed her hip with his other hand, bunching the terrycloth in his fist. He hovered with his lips just a fraction of an inch from hers, almost brushing, entirely tantalizing. “Do you want this?”

“Yes,” she whispered, trying to move forward and close that tiny space between their mouths, but he held her back with her hair, pulling.

The gold glitter in his eyes nearly glowed. “Do you want me?”

She could barely breathe, but she said, “Yes.”

He ducked his head and traced her jawline with the tip of his nose, sending delicious shivers down her neck and over her shoulder. “You already put on perfume.”

She hadn’t. “Not yet.”

“You smell amazing.”

“Must be my shampoo.”

He moved her head, stretching her neck, and brushed his lips over the top of her shoulder. “I don’t think so.”

Bethany ran her hands up his shirt, feeling the many hard lumps and crevices of his abdominals and chest that she had seen yesterday through the crisp fabric. A warm scent like cinnamon and citrus lingered on his skin, though she could still smell his natural musk and smokiness. The delectable scent seemed to light a fire in her. “You’re wearing cologne.”

Math growled, “You can tell me to stop, and I will. You can tell me if you don’t like something. You can tell me if you want something. I’ll try to be careful, but dragons are strong. It’s in our nature to be a little ruthless, a little rough. But if you don’t tell me, I won’t know, and I might go too far. Once my dragon wakes up, things can get very rough, very fast. If I hurt you, if you don’t like it, tell me, and I’ll hold back.”

Maybe she hadn’t thought this entirely through. “Do you usually hurt women?”

“No, but my dragon could. I always have to hold back. I try to be gentle. But you have to tell me if my dragon gets too rough.”

A very bad image filled Bethany’s head. “You are not going to turn into that enormous dragon anytime soon, are you? If we—”

Jeez, if that dragon’s dick wasproportional,she might actually explode.

His chuckle vibrated against her skin. “No, but the dragon soul merges with mine when things get intense.”

Another scary thought occurred to her. “What if your dragon doesn’t like me?”

“He likes you. He likes you a lot.” His lips caressed the side of her neck and her jaw when he spoke. “The dragon soul slumbers inside a shifter most of the time. Sometimes, it sleeps for days on end. Most of the time, my dragon only awakens when I shift or if I’m angry, but he wakes up every time you walk into the room. Every time I see you, my dragon wants to get closer to you.” His hand slid from her hip to her waist, caressing her. “He wants to touch you, feel your skin, breathe your scent. My dragon soul is absolutely fascinated with you. He’s never laid his head down and allowed a human, natural or supernatural, to touch him before, and he liked it. He wants you to touch him again.”

Her head spun. Warmth from his body washed over her skin. “What else does your dragon want to do?”

“Kiss you,” he whispered against her lips.

Bethany touched his neck, sliding her hands upward. The dark, silky strands of his hair slipped through her fingers as his mouth covered hers. When she opened her lips, his tongue stroked hers.

A sound hummed in Math’s body, and he released her hair and waist to lift her up to the countertop. Once she was sitting up there, she was closer to his height, her lips about the level of his collarbone instead of the middle of his sternum. She pressed her mouth to his chest and neck, sucking on his skin, as he shoved her knees apart and pressed his body against her, wrapping one arm around her waist and burying his fingers in her hair again.

Sitting on the kitchen counter with her thighs straddling Math’s hips like that, he could unzip and thrust into her.

Bethany scooted her butt forward on the counter just in case he did.

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