Chapter 21

Chapter Twenty-One

Diana

He parts his lips and shoves his tongue between mine.

Another kiss, and it’s perfection.

Yes, it’s dark, and yes, it’s Dragon, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.

I’m curious about his background—everyone is—but right now, I can be content just to kiss him.

Maybe let him take me to bed.

Perhaps I’ll take him to bed.

What the hell am I thinking?

Except for once, I don’t want to think.

I’ve spent my life thinking, being the good girl.

Keeping myself out of trouble after trouble found me—na?ve, unsuspecting me—freshman year at that homecoming bonfire.

No, not now.

No more thinking.

For once I’m going to do without thinking.

And right now, this is the best kiss I’ve ever had.

Dragon is a dragon. I swear he’s breathing fire into me. My entire body is hot, molten.

How long has it been since I’ve been with a man? Too damned long.

I break the kiss with a loud pop.

His eyes are narrowed, smoldering in their intensity.

“Are you sure?” he says, his voice cracking.

I nod.

“You’d better be damned sure, Diana. Because once we start this, we’re going to finish.”

I nod again.

“Say it. Say the words, Diana.”

“The words, Diana.” I smile.

He pushes me against the wall, not gently. “Damn it. This isn’t a game. If that’s what you think it is, I won’t play.” He scowls. “I don’t play games with women. I don’t play games with anyone , for that matter. But I sure as hell don’t play games with women I want to take into my bed. If you’re not all in, this isn’t happening.”

My God, he’s angry. And I can’t blame him. Why did I decide to joke around at that time? Bad timing on my part for sure.

“Dragon, I?—”

He claps his hand over my mouth. “Stop right there. The only words I want to hear from that succulent little mouth of yours are, ‘Dragon, take me to bed and fuck me.’”

It’s funny. I grew up with two brothers and a potty-mouth sister, but I don’t often use those words.

Still, as they come out of Dragon’s mouth, they send jolts of electricity all through me.

He removes his hand from my mouth. “What do you want to say, Diana?”

I open my mouth, ready to say what he wants to hear.

But nothing comes out.

He nods. “Just as I thought.”

He turns.

Oh my God, he’s going to leave.

And I may never see him again.

Except that’s not true.

My sister’s married to the lead singer of his rock band. Of course I’ll see him again. I’ll probably see him more often than I see most men.

“Don’t,” I say.

He looks up at me, meets my gaze. “Don’t what?”

I open my mouth to tell him not to leave, but different words altogether come out.

“Take me to bed, Dragon. Take me to bed and fuck me.”

I expect him to come toward me, ask me if I’m sure.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he lifts me into his arms as if I weigh no more than a feather. A moment later we’re in his bedroom, on his bed, our mouths fused together.

I’d rather be in my own bedroom, but this is better. Even though it’s my place, this is his sacred space. Not my own. I’m not quite ready to give him my space yet.

But I’m ready to give him pretty much anything else he wants.

He rips his mouth from mine and looks down at me, his hazel eyes on fire. “This won’t be pretty, Diana. It won’t be gentle. It may hurt.”

“I can take it,” I say.

“This isn’t going to be a sweet and gentle fuck like you’re used to.”

I narrow my gaze. “Who says I’m used to sweet and gentle?”

He furrows his brow. “It’s written all over your face. All over your demeanor. It’s written all over you , Diana.”

He’s not wrong.

I’m experienced with sex. I’m nearly twenty-six years old, and I’ve had many boyfriends. But he’s right. It’s always been kind of…ordinary.

Not that I didn’t enjoy it. I could always have an orgasm, but there was always something missing.

I’ve never experienced that all-consuming passion—that fire, that sense of urgency—that I’m experiencing right now.

Right now, with a man I never thought I’d be attracted to.

But Dragon fills up the room.

Not the way my brothers fill a room with their sheer handsomeness and presence.

No, Dragon fills up the room in a different way.

He fills it with darkness, with seductive sin, with a desire to fill my needs in the dark of night.

“I don’t do things I don’t want to do,” I say.

“Neither do I. It’s no secret that I want to shove my cock in you and fuck you into next week. That’s all I can offer you right now, Diana. If you want me to leave after that, I’ll leave.”

“You don’t have to leave.”

“Are you not hearing me? I’m not offering you a relationship. I’m not even offering you a date.”

“Did I ask for one?”

“Jesus Christ.” He crushes his mouth to mine once more.

If possible, the kiss is even more urgent this time. He pushes his tongue into my mouth with the force of a hurricane.

Where is Diana? Sweet smart Diana who used to think most men used too much tongue?

Because damn it, Dragon is using more than enough. Yet I’m craving more.

I wish I could open up my skin and let him crawl into me.

We kiss for several minutes until he breaks it, rolling over and gasping in a deep breath.

I need a breath myself. I’m panting, sweat erupting on my hairline.

“God, you look sexy in that thing,” Dragon says. “I’d like to rip it off you until it’s in shreds.”

“No one is stopping you.”

“I suppose not.” He cocks his head. “You can buy ten more tomorrow.”

Christ. “You don’t need to keep reminding me of how different we are,” I say. “No one knows that more than I do. But right now, we’re just two people. Two horny people who really want each other. You’ve made it clear you’re not promising anything past this. I’m not either. Tomorrow I start a job that will take up most of my time. I’ll hardly be home. It’s part of why I went to that party last night. I’m not a big partier. I wanted a last hurrah.”

“And that’s what I am?”

I open my mouth to tell him yes, it is, but something stops me.

I don’t want to think of this as a last hurrah.

This is something in a category of its own. I’m just not sure what category it is yet.

“And if you are?” I ask.

“Works for me.”

His T-shirt is already off, and I can’t help gaping at the gorgeous tattoo on his chest. At the sexy nipple rings.

“Maybe I should get nipple rings,” I say as I peel my nightie off my body, letting my breasts fall gently against my chest.

“Fuck no.” He stares at my tits. “Don’t do anything to them. They’re perfect just as they are.”

My nipples harden further at his words. They’re already so hard, I feel like they’re going to pop off.

“Fuck,” he growls as he leans toward me, cups both of them, and then moves downward to take one nipple between his lips.

Sparks fly through me, and every nerve inside me is dancing under my skin.

It all culminates in my pussy, already throbbing to the beat of my racing heart.

God… I’ve never been this horny this quickly. I’m near orgasm already, and he hasn’t even touched me between my legs.

I close my eyes, moan softly, as he sucks my nipple more gently than I expect.

But not for long.

He twists the other one between his fingers to the point of a feeling so intense that I cry out, but in pleasure, not pain.

“Yeah, you like that?” he murmurs against my breast.

“God, yes.”

“Damn, you’re gorgeous. I’ve never seen tits this great. I could suck on them all night.”

“Except it’s morning…” I say softly.

“All the better,” he says. He sucks harder on the nipple, lets go of the other and massages it before he twists it again.

I suck in a breath, gasping.

“Fuck, your tits are responsive.”

They always have been, but they respond to Dragon like they’ve never responded before.

“You like it a little rough, don’t you?”

I’m not sure how to answer that. I never thought I would, but apparently I do.

I move my hips absently, searching, searching, searching…

Until he finally slides one hand inside my panties.

Then a groan so guttural, I feel like the earth has moved under us.

“Fuck, you’re wet. So wet.”

I move against his finger as he slides it through my folds. Subliminally I’m telling him to put one inside me, to ease the ache of emptiness.

As if reading my mind, he shoves not one but two inside my heat.

And that’s all it takes.

I stumble over the precipice and into a climax so intense, I actually see stars.