“Oh, Jayce!”
The tiny word released him. He was plastering kisses on her mouth, running his hands down her back over her ass and those sweetly pretty, hideously uncomfortable butt-floss panties she’d worn just for him. It had been a tease, but now her body burned. Her breath was ragged.
He was drowning in her silky hair, her soft skin, and her perfume; a sweet feminine scent that reminded him of flower gardens. She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever known, and he wanted her forever.
A swift movement pulled the thong down to her knees. A wriggle sent them flying to the floor. His hard flesh slipped between her thighs, encountering the welcoming dampness there.
“Don’t wait,” she gasped. “I want you right here, right now.”
He leaned against her, reveling in her quivering body and her rasping breaths. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. He paused, knowing he’d treasure this moment forever.
Then he took her in one fierce move, piercing her core in a deep thrust. They fused together, arms folded tight. A moment later, they relaxed, and their bodies began their ancient dance in perfect harmony.
He could feel the heat inside her gather and wondered if her breath might turn to fire. As he dipped his head, his tongue flicked over a taut nipple. Her deep internal muscles clenched, flooding him with fierce delight. Their sensuous movements coupled with the rough colliding of bodies sent him soaring again. Each strong thrust seemed to push her closer to the edge of release.
Her skin was damp, her eyes heavy-lidded. Her legs crossed over his back, pulling him in close. She moaned, rising to meet his every thrust. Her need was driving his body and enveloping his soul. His balls tightened, his body taken over by shivers that drove him closer to his peak with each minute movement.
They clenched and shuddered together. Their breaths mingled in harsh gulps as they rose and fell, seeking their release. Her heated body was releasing waves of hot womanly perfume. She was biting her lip, moaning and gasping.
His fingers held tight to her upper arms as he pulsed into her in staccato bursts. Her hands gripped his shoulders, and her heels dug into him as she writhed and called his name.
A fiery thrust flashed through him, fanning the flame into an inferno.Oh God, I’m coming hard.
“I love you, Kristine!”
A slow arch and quiver turned their gasps to shudders. Their bodies tightened, soaring before shattering. They were groaning in harmony. Kristine raked her fingernails down his back. They pulsed in frenzied explosions of sensation. Loving kisses mingled with raw panting and newly made memories of glorious abandon.
They slowed to a shuddering halt, delighting in the aftershocks of almost violent ecstasy.
* * *
When Kristine and Jayce finally descended the marble staircase and made their way to the first-floor lounge, there was an animated discussion going.
Two women rested on the cream-colored couch, and two men sat in adjacent light-blue armchairs. When they all noticed the couple, the men jumped to their feet. Kristine recognized Rory but not the other young man.
“Kristine!” Amy exclaimed. “We found another dragon and possibly a relative!”
Kristine gaped at the young man she didn’t know as Amy gestured to him. “This is Conlan Arish, Rory’s cousin from Ulster.”
He stepped over to her and shook her hand. “Ah… It’s pleased I am to meet you. I see where you get your good looks.” He glanced over his shoulder at Amy, who beamed at him.
Amber chuckled. “Beware of these Irish charmers.”
“Are you saying be wary or be aware?” Rory asked as he sat down and patted his lap. Amber rose from her spot on the sofa and crossed to her fiancé, settling down on his lap to make room for Jayce and Kristine on the couch.
“Depends. But let’s leave the teasing for now,” Amber said.
“Indeed. It sounds as if there’s more to talk about, like finding possible family that we thought were lost forever,” Conlan said excitedly.
Jayce crossed to the couch, holding Kristine’s hand, and the two of them sat close together. Jayce put his arm around her shoulder, and she cuddled into him. Amy remained on his other side.
“So, how are we related?” Kristine asked.
“We’re not positive that we are. Apparently there’s another dragon in town with the same yellow streak in his widow’s peak that you and I cover with hair dye,” Amy said.
Jayce spoke up. “You mean Drake?”
Amy’s eyes widened. “You know him?”
