CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Skye
Luke pulls me onto his lap, surprisingly strong even as a human.
A delighted little laugh slips from my lips, and then his mouth claims mine, hot and insistent and so right my sound turns into a moan.
Luke’s kissing me! Excitement sizzles through my body, setting my heart racing.
He groans into my mouth, his hands squeezing my sides, pulling me closer as if he can’t get enough.
I bury my hands in his hair, glad it’s as long and sexy in the book as it is in real life, and shimmy on his lap, my skirt binding my legs.
His tongue swipes at my lips, and I open for him. I don’t know if it’s me or the book character driving my body right now, and I don’t care, because I’ve wanted him for months,and now I can finally have him.
But what about him? I need to know he’s okay with this. I pull away, my hand on his cheek to get him to meet my eyes. “Luke, do you want this? The real you? Do you want… me?” My voice cracks on the final word. Oh, yeah, it’s definitely me in the driver’s seat at this moment—the book’s heroine is a lot more fearless.
“I want you, Skye,” he growls and presses hot kisses to my neck, sucking on the sensitive spot right behind my ear.
I gasp, “And this is really you?”
“I’m a three-hundred-year-old dragon,” he grumps. “I think I’m perfectly capable of having sex.”
The last bit of resistance rushes out of me. I should probably still feel bad—he’s only here because my spell trapped him—but knowing he’s willing to go along with things frees me to take what I want for the first time in my life.
And what I want is him. I’d rather have the weredragon, but if this Luke is what I can get, it’s better than nothing.
“Babe, you’re so sexy I can’t help myself.” With a growl, he stands and shoves the dishes aside to set me on the table. He pushes my skirt up so he can step between my now-spread legs. He growls again as his fingers tease across the lace of the tops of my thigh highs. “So fucking sexy.”
I wore capris during the dance scene and never changed clothes, so I’m not sure how I got into this skirt and lingerie set. It just seems to have happened at some point while eating dinner, and I’m not mad about it, because the way Luke’s fingers are running up the straps of my garters has me squirming, heat building between my thighs.
He keeps going, fingers gliding up the center of my blouse, plucking open the buttons until he spreads the fabric open. A groan rips through him as he looks at my breasts, wrapped in hot-pink lace. “You have the most amazing tits.”
“Sure do.” The book’s heroine arches my back, thrusting my chest forward with a confidence I’ve never been able to muster.
He nips at the edge of my bra, dragging down the lacy cup to expose my nipple, the tight peak standing out from the wide areola. My hands want to cover me up, hide how big my nipples are, but Luke pulls them away, pressing a kiss to my palms as he murmurs about my perfection.
The look of heated lust on his face burns away any embarrassment. When he looks at me like that, I feel more beautiful than I ever have before.
A line of electricity shoots straight to my clit as he sucks my nipple into his mouth. I gasp, head tipping back, lost in the feel as he devours my breasts.
Then he drops to his knees, pushing my skirt up my hips. His fingers hook the waist of my hot pink panties and pull them down until I’m wearing only my garter belt and hose. “Look at you, so pretty and pink and wet for me.” He drags his thumb up my fully waxed crease, brushing over my clit.
I tremble, my legs spreading wider.
His mouth teases my inner thigh, his tongue dipping under the edge of the lace in little licks.
I’m panting, one hand buried in his hair. I don’t try to force him to do anything—I just need to hold on to the reality of him to keep my mind from exploding into a million pieces of disbelief, like a glitter bomb of self doubt.
Luke switches to my other thigh, and my clit throbs as he inches closer.
“I know I got your cat out of a tree the other day.” He meets my eyes and grins, hot and wicked. “Do you need me to rescue your pussy too, pretty girl?”
A breathless laugh escapes me. The metaphor might be a little cheesy, but it’s fun. And even if the book character said it, the fact that he growled it in Luke’s voice makes it scorching hot.
“Yes,” I hiss with pleasure. “Rescue my pussy.” I giggle again, giddy to say something I’d never dare say in real life.
Luke bites my inner thigh, right in the crease, a hot flash of teeth that sets my nerves humming. Then his mouth covers me, his tongue pressing flat in a long, slow lick I feel all the way to my toes.
