Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 155900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Me
I think you know the answer to that.
Dragon
How did it make you feel?
I could feel his caution. Wanting to make sure I was fine and also wanting to tread into the attraction that so clearly burned around us.
And I knew answering it honestly would change everything. That I was allowing myself to go dip my toes into the waters that I’d promised myself I wouldn’t. I knew what direction the conversation would go. Could almost taste it in the air. But I couldn’t resist that lure in his voice.
Me
I felt free for the first time in my life.
Dragon
Is that what you want, for me to set you free? You want me to send you soaring the way I did before? Know the pleasure I brought you. And I can’t help but sit here thinking of all the ways I want to do it again.
Desire flamed, and I gulped around the knot in my throat.
Me
You know we can’t go there.
Dragon
Think your pussy says otherwise. Tell me, Emery, are you dripping right now? Thinking about all the dirty things I could do to you?
Brazen.
There were no other words for this man.
I squeezed my thighs together as if it might be enough to sate the ache.
Me
No.
Dragon
Sweet little lies.
I could almost hear that low chuckle rumbled out with the words.
Me
Even if I was, we can’t act on them.
Dragon
Maybe you just need me to become your fantasy.
He already was. My every fantasy. One of my greatest regrets and my dirtiest secret.
Dragon
Do you touch yourself, thinking about me right down the hall from you? Because I promise you that I do. Knowing you’re twenty feet away, tucked behind that door, that sweet little body in that bed. My cock has been stone since the second I met you.
Heat rushed across my skin, tremors rolling with the flames.
What was he doing to me? I knew better. Knew I was treading a thin line, but there I was, toeing it, anyway.
My trembling fingers tapped out the confession.
Me
I never have. Not until you.
I nearly hit the ceiling when my phone rang in my hand. I should reject his call. Or better yet, shut down my phone. I couldn’t do this with him. It was wrong. Wrong on so many levels.
Apparently, I didn’t have the capacity to heed it.
I accepted it, every inch of me shaking as I lifted the phone to my ear. I didn’t have time to say anything before his voice was cutting over the line.
Deep and dark and mesmerizing.
“How many times? How many times did you fuck yourself with those sweet little hands thinking about me?”
“Every night since I came to this house.”
He plucked it out of me as if he wielded the power to my every secret.
I’d attempted it before but had fumbled with the awkwardness. With the scars that had built up around it and made it less than appealing.
I’d finally given up.
Given up until I’d met him.
“Do it now.” He grunted it. “Slip those fingers into your pussy and know whatever you’re feeling is only a fraction of what I’d really make you feel.”
And I swore, the man had me entranced. Entrenched. Captured and hypnotized.
Because I did.
I let my palm slide down my belly and under the covers, beneath my sleep pants and underwear.
A tiny moan got free when my fingertips glanced over my clit.
“Don’t fight it, Little Warrior. Just tonight. Let go.”
I thought we both knew it was a lie. That it would never be enough. That the mere fantasy of him was only going to drive me insane. That I was diving into a dangerous place.
Because I couldn’t stay, and I didn’t believe that he would keep me. I was sure of the life that he lived.
But none of that mattered right then.
Not when I heard him shifting in bed. Not when he released a long groan, and I became sure of what he was doing.
Visions flashed.
Of what it might really be like.
The man standing over me.
Fully bare.
Pure menace and intimidation and those gentle, caring hands.
Sensation rushed as I rubbed my fingers over my swollen nub.
“Are you touching yourself, Emery?”
“Yes,” I rasped.
“Good girl.” His voice was grit, his breaths choppy and shallow.
And still, I whispered, “Are you?”
“Yeah. I’m fucking my hand, hard and slow, and it’s never going to be enough.”
“It has to be.”
This had to be enough.
It was already a tragic mistake. Taking this farther than we already had. But I couldn’t stop the onslaught of need that barreled through my senses.
“Wish I was there so I could kiss the fuck out of you.”
I didn’t know what it was about the way he said it that set me off.
Why those words sent a bolt of pleasure blistering through my body.
The orgasm sudden and sharp.
A beautiful explosion that burst behind my sight.
His face right there in my mind.
The fierce, harsh lines and those magic eyes.