“Ransom.I’m here.”Her eyes flashed.“You keep drifting off in your head.It’s scary because I don’t know whether the prince has connected with you or it’s something else.Talk to me.Share stuff.”
“I worry,” he said simply because, bottom line—it was the truth.
“Can you do anything more than what you’re already doing?”
“No.”In his dragon world, he’d challenge the prince.He’d burn him to a crisp with his fire.
“You can’t fight everything.All you can do is your best each day.My brother told me too much fear of what might happen can paralyze us.It’s best to work with the things you can control and battle the other things as they come.Singly, they’re not as scary.What-ifs are for fiction writers.Now, if you don’t want sexual release, that’s fine.Get me off, and we’ll call this interlude a success.”
Ransom stared in what was becoming a familiar reaction to Scarlett Mitchell.The woman’s mouth.The words she uttered.She was fearless.Courageous.Magnificent.
Prince Kalim did not deserve her.
“Ransom!”She reached up and pinched his biceps, dragging his attention to her.“Must I tutor you on my pleasure points?”She sighed.“Things were going so well.”
Nonplussed, he gaped at her.An insult loitered within her words.He could tell from the sly expression that had taken residence on her face.
“Oh, for great stars.”She rolled her eyes and lifted a finger to point.“Lips.Neck and ear.Breasts.Inner thighs.Clitoris.That will do for a start.”
Yet again, Ransom found himself gaping.Women from Earth were clearly a different breed.
She issued a put-upon sigh.“Very well.I’m perfectly capable of getting myself off.I thought you might enjoy helping.My bad.”
As Ransom watched, she used her fingers to pinch a nipple while her other hand stroked down her body and slid along her cleft.Her eyes fluttered closed, and Ransom grinned.It started slow with a twitch of lips and lengthened into a gentle curve that dug deeper until his facial muscles strained with the broadness of it.This woman was a vixen.A minx.A challenge.
He leaned closer until his mouth was close to her ear.“Ah,” he whispered.“So that’s how you do it.This is new to me.”
“Idiot.”Her stroking, plucking fingers never slowed.
“Perhaps, I’ll help.”
“Jump in at any time.”
Ransom identified the lightness inside as happiness.Something he hadn’t experienced for a while.He traced his finger around the nipple she wasn’t plucking.
“Mouth,” she ordered without opening her eyes.
He obliged, enclosing the tight peak with his lips, but not doing anything else.Her scent wound into his lungs, his dragon pushing a sigh through Ransom’s mind.
“More,” she demanded.
Ransom used his tongue, circling her nipple before gently biting.Her moan of approval pleased him.Scarlett wouldn’t be a silent lover.He sucked, giving her a pulling sensation while he cupped the weight of the breast Scarlett was busy tormenting.
“Yes,” she whispered.
The scent of her excitement rose to him, and his own body tightened with need.Desire.Instead of acting on his wants, he caressed and teased Scarlett.He kissed and sucked.Licked and tasted.Pinched and tugged.
“Dragon-man,” she whispered.“Your touch is magical.”
Dragon-man?He grinned.He’d repeated the action so much, his face was aching, yet he felt lighter and more himself.
He eased away from her breasts and kissed a trail across her rib cage.She wriggled, and he stopped.
“Ticklish.”
“Good to know.”
“Don’t even think about tormenting me with this discovery,” she warned.“I will retaliate.”
