Falling for the Dragon (Black Mountain Bikers 2)

Jayda was sweating and her chest hurt from her thrashing and straining against Drake’s hard body. She raked her hair back and away from her face. Shivering against the sudden coolness on her skin, Jayda crossed her arms over her chest and stared up at Drake. “What do you want?”

They stood in the flickering light again and she caught the glint in his dark eyes as he looked her up and down.

“Isn’t it obvious what I want?” His voice was baritone and she could feel it on her flesh just like she could feel his hot gaze.

“You think I’m an easy lay?” She tried to be angry but the same feelings that had been keeping her from sleep were resurfacing and she was having trouble concentrating.

“If I thought that, I wouldn’t be here.” He reached out and flipped a strand of hair away from her neck. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it since our first meeting?”

“About what?” Jayda hoped it sounded aloof, but feared it was less than that.

“About us. I let you know that first day that I wanted you. I’ve not been able to think about much else. I’m used to being able to shake it off and walk away. Until now.” He stepped closer to her again.

This time she didn’t move. He had come here to have sex with her? She couldn’t lie and tell him that she hadn’t wanted it since the first meeting, but she couldn’t see herself becoming submissive, either.

“I’m a dominatrix by nature, Drake. I’m betting that isn’t your type of woman at all.” Even to her ears, it sounded almost apologetic.

“Do you charge or is it all in relationships?” He was unbuttoning his flannel shirt.

“No, I’m not a prostitute, either. I’ve always had relationships that involve BDSM and I’m the mistress, the one in charge.”

His flannel landed on the arm of the sofa behind him. “Mm-hm. And, is that supposed to scare me away?” His wife beater disappeared and he stood before her, bare-chested in the flickering light.

The twin dragon tattoos he sported were beautiful. A head hovered in an eternal serene expression over each pectoral muscle. The bodies wrapped around his torso with the tails almost meeting; only his navel separated them. There was a war hammer on each bulging bicep and more dragons on his inner forearms.

Stammering, Jayda said, “I don’t know.”

“And how do you know what my type is?” He pulled his belt free and tossed it to the sofa.

“You like being dominated?” Suddenly she was wondering if it would be terrible to let him dominate her just so she could relish the feel of him on her, in her.

“Not in the least.” He pulled off his boots and stood to tower over her again. “I admire strong women.” He stepped close enough that she could feel his heat. “I like strong women.” He ran his hands over her hair and down to her shoulders. “You’re a strong woman, Jayda.” He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Sometimes all a strong person needs or wants is to find someone stronger.”

Her knees were going weak. Could he be right? Is that what she’d needed all these years? Had that stronger person been who she had been seeking? If so, her search had been long and useless. Until she met Drake. He was definitely stronger than she was. A moan escaped her as he ran his hand into her hair and fisted a handful.

He pulled her head back and flicked his tongue over the tender spot just below her ear. She was instantly wet between her thighs. This was definitely a different experience for her.

“Tell me you don’t want it and I’ll leave. I’ll stop and never bother you again.” He let her hair free and studied her expression.

Jayda was silent. She was unable to form words—especially the words that might stop him from doing what he was doing so wonderfully. All she could do was stand there, staring at him, feeling his heat, seeing his desire in his eyes.

“I’ll take your silence as submission. If you don’t want me, say so now.” He pulled her to him and

she could feel his desire, too.

The hardness throbbing against her belly. Her arousal was so complete that she could do no more than close her eyes and let him have control.

Grunting his pleasure, Drake bent into her and put his hands on her ass, gripping. He hoisted her up and she instinctively locked her legs around his muscled waist, his head between her breasts.

Drake carried her to Toyland number two and kicked the door open with his foot as he nuzzled her breast through the scant material of her nightshirt.

“How did you unlock the door?” Jayda felt a spike of fear shoot through her.

“I took your keys. There are only two skeleton keys; it wasn’t too hard to figure out what they opened. Your friends told me about your Toyland rooms, so…” The rest was lost as he nuzzled her breast again, this time with a little pinch from his teeth. Just enough to tease.

Her fear faded and was replaced by desires she had never felt before tonight. She arched toward his mouth, pulling his mouth back to her breast.

Drake eased his grip on her and let her slide down his body, arching his hips forward as her full weight slid over his hardness. She gasped. He was big everywhere. Strong all over. He definitely put Tank to shame. Her feet came to rest on the heavily padded rug.