Very smooth, lickable muscles.
My face heats. He's too damn attractive for his own good.
The sexy dragon shifter stops in front of me, and that's when I manage to draw my attention away from his incredibly cut muscles and notice the strain on his face.
"Are you hurting?" I ask, frowning as I stand.
"I'm fucking dying."
"What—"
He steps closer, and—oh, gods. His erection is hard and huge, pressing against my stomach through the towel. Baelfire's eyes are molten when I meet them, edged with that same animalistic obsession I saw in his dragon's eyes earlier.
"You said the rescue mission is after midnight, right? That gives you a few hours to grind that gorgeous pussy of yours all over my face until I can't breathe.Please."
Heat builds under my skin. As usual, there's no sensation in the region of my heart, but I can feel my pulse picking up as I gaze up at him. He's right—I have hours to kill.
And I want him, too. Badly. As if touching him now will erase the fact that I could have lost him today before I even let myself have him.
But…
When Baelfire sees my hesitation, he squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath as if to anchor himself. "Okay. Got it. I won't ask again tonight. If you don't want it?—"
"I told you, Iwantto enjoy touch," I remind him, feeling a flush crawl over my skin as I brush my fingers down his beautifully toned body.
Baelfire exhales sharply. "Thank gods. Then…can I wash you?"
Oh. Right. I'm splattered in blood. While I don't mind, it's probably not the best way to set the mood for Baelfire.
I start to pull my hand back. "I'll go shower?—"
He catches my hand, shaking his head as a dazzling smile breaks over his face. "Hey, no getting self-conscious on me now. I'd fuck you six ways to Sunday right this second if you told me to cut to the chase, but I'm fuckingdyingto take care of my mate. Please, baby?"
Once again, my attention snags on the collar around his throat. Relying on the intoxicating instincts that seem to come so naturally around Baelfire, I reach up and tug on his collar until he's at my eye level. His golden eyes widen.
"Fine. Wash me. And then I'll decide whether I'll still punish you for getting yourself hurt."
He swallows hard, so I feel it against the collar. "Fuck. Please punish me, baby. Holy shit, I want that so fucking bad?—"
I tug again more gently to stop him. "You can beg after you've washed me."
Without another word, Baelfire scoops me up and rushes to the massive bathroom connected to my room like his ass is on fire. Pausing to set me down gently, he reaches into the sizeable glassed-in shower. He turns on the spray, testing it until he decides it's the right temperature.
I reach for the hem of my shirt, but his hand covers mine.
"Let me. I want to do everything for you right now."
That idea is oddly pleasing, but I raise my brow expectantly and wait.
"Please," he adds ardently, his face pleading.
"Good boy."
Baelfire visibly shivers, swallowing again as he gently strips off my bloodied gloves and my shirt before unlacing and removing my boots and socks. When he moves behind me to ease down my oversized pants and plain black panties, he moans.
"Do you have any idea how much I daydream about this perfect ass? Your body is so fucking mouthwatering. All it takes is you breathing near me, and I'm so hard I can't even think."
Feeling impish and daring, I lean forward, reach back, and spread myself for him.
