“I’m glad you did.” She ran her hands down his chest, exploring him with the same bold intensity she did everything. “Most of the time.”
Azh trailed his lips down the curve of her neck, savoring each satin inch as he reached her collarbone and down to the soft swell of her breast.
“Like now?” he moaned, teasing the tip of her nipple with his tongue.
“That has yet to be determined,” she rasped, even as she trembled, the sound of her racing heart filling the room.
Azh laughed, moving to give proper attention to her other breast. He knew when a woman was drowning in passion.
“Harsh,” he whispered.
“Mmm.” Wynn reached down to fumble with the zipper of his slacks. Azh muttered an ancient profanity, embarrassingly close to losing control as her fingers wrapped around his thick arousal. “I have faith in you.”
Azh had envisioned spending hours seducing this woman. He wanted to investigate her from the top of her satin hair to the tips of her toes. He wanted to use his fingers and teeth and tongue to set her ablaze with desire.
But as Wynn stroked his cock with an impatience that sent shockwaves down his spine, he knew that those fantasies would have to wait.
Kicking off his shoes, Azh managed to get rid of his slacks before he was carrying Wynn toward the bed. He bent down, setting her on the edge of the mattress before kneeling in front of her. Demand was battering against him with the force of a hurricane, but he’d promised himself when he finally got her naked, he was going to discover if the heat between her legs was as delicious as he imagined.
Skimming his fingers up her bare thighs, Azh glanced up to hold Wynn’s darkened gaze as he tugged her legs over his shoulders. Her lips parted, her breath coming in short pants as he slowly leaned forward and stroked his tongue over her most sensitive flesh.
Wynn gasped and Azh grunted in pleasure. Blessed goddess. She was wet and hot and she tasted of nectar. Exactly as he’d imagined. Tightening his fingers on her thighs to hold her still, Azh tormented her with long strokes of his tongue and licks of flames that wrenched cries of pleasure from her lips.
“Azh, please,” she rasped. “Now.”
“Yes,” he breathed, pressing her backward and wrapping her legs around his waist. Then, threading his fingers in her hair, he positioned his cock at her entrance and slid into her slick heat with one steady thrust. “Hold on tight, my fearless thief,” he rasped, pumping deeper and deeper as the flames wrapped around them in a cyclone of passion.
Chapter 18
Wynn woke from a light slumber to discover she was still tightly wrapped in strong male arms. A sizzling heat danced over her skin as Azh cocooned them in his flames.
“You broke the bed.” Azh’s voice rumbled in her ear, his fingers brushing through the loose strands of her hair.
Wynn tilted back her head to study her companion. Her heart slammed against her ribs as she absorbed his impossible beauty. At the moment, his eyes were a soft smoky gray, but during their hours of intense lovemaking they’d flashed with dazzling strikes of lightning. As if a storm were raging through him as he brought her to the peaks of pleasure over and over.
That might explain why she’d barely noticed when the bed had splintered and buckled during their last intense bout of sex. Nothing mattered but the sensation of becoming one with the male who’d stormed his way into her heart.
“Me?” She smacked her open hand against his bare chest. It was as hard as steel. “You’re twice my size. How can it be my fault?”
“You were on top when it broke.”
She had been. And it had given her a whole new appreciation for riding a dragon. Glorious.
“It was your magic that lifted it off the floor,” she reminded him.
“Only because you had me tied to the mattress.”
“That’s your fault. I wanted you to stay still so I could have my fun.”
Strikes of lightning returned to his eyes. “You got me too excited. It’s a miracle the hotel didn’t collapse on our heads.”
She rubbed her palm over the silky-smooth skin, enjoying the blue-and-silver hints of his scales.
“I like when you’re too excited.”
He bent forward to brush his lips over her brow. “The feeling is entirely mutual.”
She snuggled closer. There was a comfort in being pressed close to his hard body. It wasn’t lust. Or at least, it went beyond lust, she amended as his lips continued to nuzzle soft kisses over her face. It was the absolute confidence that she’d found a safe harbor in a world that had always been filled with unpredictable chaos.
