Loving the Dragon (Vintage Collection)
“You, Kristen. I want you.” He stood and peeled his faded jeans from his body.
Kristen sucked in her breath. Commando. He’d gone commando. And what a sight he was.
His erection jutted majestically from a patch of thick, dark curls. Kristen wasn’t very experienced, but she had seen a few in her day, and Aidan’s was…large.
“Oh my…”
“It’s all for you, baby,” Aidan said, sliding onto the bed next to her, his hard body a white heat against hers.
He reached for her, but she backed away.
“I don’t understand.”
“There’s nothing to understand.”
“But—”
“I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
Oddly, she hadn’t even considered that possibility. She wasn’t afraid. Not in the least.
“We don’t even know each other.”
“That’s what tonight is for,” Aidan said.
His skin glowed as little flickers of light danced over his fine facial features. Moonlight couldn’t…
Kristen looked around. Dozens of candles illuminated the bedroom. Did she even own candles?
Of course she didn’t. She hated fire. But where was the pounding nervousness, the anxious nausea? This fire didn’t frighten her.
“Uh…Aidan, I—”
“Shh.” He flattened her on the mattress and covered her body with his. He buried his face in her neck and inhaled. “Mmm. Your scent drives me wild.”
“I—”
“Every time I come into your bookstore, before I even see you I can smell you.” He inhaled again. “Nutmeg. And cloves. And roses. Yellow roses.”
“What? Yellow roses?”
“More exotic than red, more sensual than pink, spicier than white. Yellow.” He breathed in once more.
“But how can the color—”
“You talk too much.” Aidan clamped his mouth onto hers.
He teased, nipping and biting at her mouth, and he darted his tongue along the seam of her lips and probed for entrance. “Let me in, baby.” His whisper vibrated softly against her sensitive skin.
She opened to him and tentatively let her tongue touch his. His groan sent a jolt straight to her core.
Explosive. Oh, she was in trouble.
He kissed her intimately, exploring every inch of her mouth. She reciprocated, running her tongue over his sexy lips, his teeth, the inside of his cheeks. He tasted like a Mai Tai.
Kristen loved Mai Tais.
Sweet pineapple, tangy orange, a touch of fresh mint. She sighed as she deepened the kiss. She couldn’t get enough of him.
When he released her mouth he was panting, but he nibbled her cheek, her neck, and then settled on her ear and traced its outer edge with his tongue. “You’re so beautiful, Kristen. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“You’ve wanted…me?” Kristen gasped, trying to catch her breath.
“Every day since I first laid eyes on you.”
“Then why didn’t you…?”
He sucked on her neck and made her shudder, and then he released the skin with a soft smack. “I didn’t want to scare you.”
“I’m not scared of you. How could you think that? You’re…amazing.”
He pulled away from her, braced his weight on his arms, and stared down into her face. His eyes were green. Definitely green. No, blue. Damn.
“You mean you noticed me?” he said.
“How could I not?”
“You never look at me. You’re always…reading.” His tone was flirting, teasing, and a lazy grin adorned his full lips.
Kristen warmed with embarrassment. “You know, don’t you?”
“Know what, baby?”
“You know I’ve been watching you.”
“Well…” He let out a soft chuckle. “You’ve been reading the same book for months.”
“God, how embarrassing.” Kristen squirmed beneath his gaze.
“It’s not embarrassing.” He gave her a lazy smile. “I’ve been watching you too.”
“That’s ridiculous. You never look my way.”
“Oh, I’m watching. Trust me. And I think you’re beautiful.”
“Me? Beautiful?” Her mousy brown hair and yellowish eyes were hardly the stuff of dreams.
“Oh yes.” His warm breath drifted over her cheeks, her lips. “The minute I saw you I wanted you. Wanted to taste you. Lick you. Sink my cock deep inside you.”
“Oh, Aidan. I can’t breathe.”
“I’m sorry.” He pulled his weight from her.
She whimpered at the loss.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No, no. I mean I can’t breathe around you. My pulse is racing, and my skin feels all tingly. All I can think of is…”
He ground his erection against her, slid it against her moist folds. “All you can think of is what?”
“You. You. Inside. Me.”
“You will have me. Every last inch.” He nudged in slightly.
She shivered in anticipation.
“But later. After I’ve tasted your cherry nipples and your sweet pussy.”
“Aidan—”
“Shh.” He trailed his tongue down her neck, nuzzled her pulse point, sucked her skin into his mouth, and released it with little pops. “You’re so gorgeous. So perfect.” He feathered butterfly kisses across her chest while cupping one breast in his palm.
Kristen squirmed beneath him, fisting her hands in his glossy hair, urging his mouth toward her nipple. But he licked and nipped, continuing to tease her.
“Aidan. Please.”
“Tell me what you want, love.”
“I want your mouth.”
“Where?”
“You know where.”
“You have to say it. Tell me.”
“Damn it, Aidan. On my nipple. Suck my nipple.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” he teased.
Kristen groaned as Aidan captured her nipple with his lips. He sucked it gently and then with more force, tugging it with his teeth. She arched her back, the tickle of Aidan’s tongue a whispery caress that covered her whole body and then centered in her core like a maelstrom. She wanted his mouth there, his lips and tongue inside her. She pulled at his locks again and then pushed his head downward.