But that didn’t mean he couldn’t explore her while he was here. He moved closer to her, nestling between her wings and working his hand under one to splay across her belly.
“Mmm. Good morning,” she said over her shoulder.
“Morning.” He brushed his lips over her ear as he worked his hand under her shirt, stroking along her belly, up to cup her breast and tease her nipple.
She rewarded him by grinding her ass against his cock.
He took that as an invitation to keep going. With long, languid strokes, he smoothed down her torso, teasing under her waistband, then up again to knead each of her breasts and pluck at her nipples. He loved the way it made her squirm.
After several long and languid strokes, he paused, hand splayed against her skin. “You don’t have a belly button.”
She shook her head and smiled at him over her shoulder. “Dragons hatch from eggs. So did I.”
He went perfectly still behind her. But when her face turned somber, he realized that his reaction was causing her pain. This was a woman who’d admitted being rejected again and again. And he was man enough not to add to whatever insecurities were plaguing her.
He rolled her onto her back and shifted on top of her. The wings weren’t a problem at all, tucked under her as if she were wearing a feathered cape. He pulled up her shirt and took a good look at her navelless belly. “Beautiful.”
“Really?” Her blue eyes twinkled up at him.
In response, he shifted down her body and licked over the spot a human navel would reside.
“Oh.”
Fuck, she tasted good. That sunshine-and-citrus scent of hers translated to a sweetness that clung to her skin. He had to know more. He reached for the waistband of her pants.
“This okay?” he asked, looking up at her through his lashes. Her scent, the sunlight and warmth of this room—he almost felt drunk on it, but he wouldn’t do anything without her consent.
“You’re not tired anymore?” Her cheeks warmed with color.
He shook his head.
“Then it’s okay.”
He pulled her pants down over her hips and then off her legs, casting them aside. “Let me see you.” Gently he pressed against her inner thighs, spreading her wider. The sound that came from his chest was one he didn’t know he was capable of making. Did he just growl?
“Is there something wrong with me?” His gaze drifted to her face to find it lined with worry. Here he was with a raging hard-on, obsessing over her, and she thought he was weirded out by it.
“Fuck no. You’re beautiful.”
Her smile made that warm feeling in his chest uncoil again, Shifting between her knees, he ran his hands up her thighs until his thumbs brushed her core. Lightly, he stroked her center and circled her clit. That, to his relief, seemed identical to human anatomy, which meant they were going to have one hell of a good time.
“But…Is my body strange to you?” Her voice was soft, tentative. She really didn’t know how beautiful she was, and wasn’t that a refreshing surprise?
He had to clear his throat to find his voice. It was all gravel as he responded. “Hell no, Princess. You’re fucking perfect. Absolutely perfect.”
Her face lit up with a crazy smile, and damn if that didn’t send liquid fire through his veins. He rewarded her by circling his thumb over her again, then running his knuckle up her slit.
She tipped her head back and closed her eyes. “Mmm.”
“Watch me, Princess,” he commanded, rubbing her in circles while he studied her reaction.
She obeyed, and fuck it turned him on. Her breath came in pants as she stared at him working her sex, and soon her hips got in on the action, trying to chase the pleasure he longed to give her.
“You’re so wet. I think you’re ready for more.” He slid a finger inside her, her tight, wet heat making his dick pulse in anticipation. “Fuck, Charlotte…”
She moved faster, riding his hand harder. He added another finger, rubbing circles deep within her while his thumb continued working her clit. She was writhing now, fisting the sheets.
“Come for me, angel. Come for me.”
