“Hone. Please.”
“You do fuckin’ please me so much. You’re wet, so wet for me. Love your breasts and the way they overflow my hands.”
Her hands ran down his back, gripping him to her. Her thoughts, usually full of her to-do list by this stage because her ex’s lovemaking hadn’t been that inspiring, centered on getting closer, getting off. Yeah, getting off again would be really good.
“Your eyes are closed again.”
She spluttered out a laugh. “Maybe I’m afraid of seeing your demon-eyes. They might put me in a trance or do a tricky magical thing. Ohhh. Yes, right there. Do that again.”
“Would never hurt you, Cassie. You’re special.” And he punctuated this surprising confession with a twist of his hips that broke her. Detonation. Implosion. The climax to end all orgasms. She felt her pussy tighten around him, felt the pleasure surge along every sensitive nerve. Hone plunged into her now. Short, sharp digs of his cock that kept the spasms igniting. She half-sobbed, the pleasure overwhelming. He groaned, thrusting deep and stilling, fully impaled while his cock contracted with hard pulses.
Cassie did open her eyes this time to his smiling face and perfectly normal brown gaze. Well, heck. “I’m obviously reading too many fantasy romances.”
He rubbed his damp forehead against hers before kissing her lightly on the lips. “If I’d known how good the sex would be between us, I’d have pushed harder for this on day one.” He kissed her again and withdrew.
Cassie wanted to protest at the separation.
“Fuck.”
The harsh note had her bolting upright. “What?”
“Condom broke. I’m so sorry. That’s never happened before.”
“I’m on birth control. It’s okay.” Visions of Hone with other women, many other women with gorgeous figures, flooded her mind, but instead of acting in the responsible manner, asking pointed questions like an intelligent member of the Miller-Pope family, she remained silent.
“Stop what you’re thinking. I always use condoms, and if you’re worried, I can get tested. I’m clean, but you don’t know that.”
“I said it’s okay.”
“Okay.” His eyes did that weird red thing. By the time she’d blinked to clear her fuzzy sight, she saw nothing out of the ordinary.
“I might have a shower,” Hone said and held out his hand. “Want to share?”
That damn broken condom had spoiled the mood between them. He couldn’t exactly tell her the truth about taniwha and their immunity to human sexual diseases.
He was about to let his hand drop to his side when her fingers clasped his. He wanted to roar to show his relief, but instead, he tugged her off the bed and prowled toward the en suite bathroom.
Normally his dragon was like,hey, sex. Good, now I can sleep.Today, he’d created a disturbance. Hone had ended up seeing Cassie’s splendid curves through a red haze for most of their loving. She’d noticed, but her glasses dependency had given him an advantage.
In the en suite, he flipped on the shower, silently approving of the tiled wet room without the usual shower stall. She had to be sore after the way he’d hammered into her at the end. “Does it matter if you get your hair wet?”
“It will dry.” She shrugged, the movement of her shoulders making her breasts jump and shimmy.
Nice.
“Hey, you’re ogling me.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “I didn’t have enough time before to explore all of you. You sore?” He almost laughed when she squeezed her thighs together.
“A bit.”
But he was already reaching for a facecloth. He wet it under the warm water and wrung out the surplus. “Let me.” He knelt before her, gently widening her stance so he could tend to her.
“I can do that.”
She was like a skittish stray. “I know you can, but I want to make you feel better. After all, it’s for my benefit too.”
“You want to have sex again?” She sounded surprised—no bemused.
