Page 11 of Sly (Dragon Riders MC 5)
“A paralegal. Like, in a lawyer’s office?”
I nodded softly. “Yep. That’s the one.”
“Huh.”
I picked my head up. “What?”
He looked over at me. “Nothing. Just thinking.”
“About what?”
For a split second, I saw something rush behind his eyes. But very quickly, they darkened, as if Sly had something else on his mind.
Or forced himself to think about something else.
“Sly, are you okay?” I asked.
He cocked his body to face mine. “I’m just fine.”
“Then, why are you looking at me like that?”
He leaned closely into me. “Because I think I’m ready for dessert. How about you?”5SlyI couldn’t take it any longer. There was something so soothing and so vulnerable about her presence that I had to push things along. Every time she spoke—every time she looked up at me with those beautiful doe eyes of hers— something inside of me cracked. Something I didn’t like. I was letting this woman get beneath my skin and I couldn't do that. The guys were counting on me.
All of this rode on my shoulders.
“Dessert, huh?” she asked.
I put on my best grin. “That is, of course, unless you’d like a bit of romance first.”
She cocked her head. “Never took you for the romantic type, Mr. Sly.”
I scooted even closer to her. “Yet, here we are. Enjoying a picnic by a small lake.”
“I suppose we are, yes.”
I reached out slowly and tucked a small strand of hair behind her ear, and when our eyes locked that shitty feeling filled my gut again. What the hell was up with this woman? Why did nothing but a glance suddenly have me questioning everything I was doing?
To hell with it. Either kiss her or back off.
So, I did the only thing I could do to shut the voices off in my head.
I leaned forward, capturing her lips with my own. She sighed against me, as if she’d been holding her breath. Waiting for me to make a move. And it made me feel powerful inside. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her into my lap in one fell swoop, causing her to squeal and giggle.
The sweetest sounds my ears had ever heard in all their life.
Shake it, Sly. You got this.
My tongue fell against hers for the first time and my heart took flight. It was as if I’d never really lived until this moment. As if I’d been living in some black and white film noir before she kissed me and colors filled the screen. My back slowly lowered to the blanket. She straddled me, rocking against my stiffening cock with nothing but those damp cotton panties beneath her beautiful navy dress. I gripped the fabric in my palms, wanting nothing more than to rip this thing off her. Our mouths pressed together fervently, our tongues dueling for battle as she hovered over me. Her tits, pressing against my chest. Her hips, swiveling and bucking, as if she already knew what she wanted.
“Sly,” she moaned softly.
And I was a fucking goner.
With my arms flying around her waist, I flipped her over. I rolled her onto her back as my body blanketed hers away from the rest of the world. The beast within me rattled around in its cage. Begging to be set free so it could fulfill its carnal delight. She tasted phenomenal, like soda, hushpuppies, and lust. It was a taste I committed to memory. Hell, I committed everything about that moment to memory.
Even the moment she pressed her hands against my chest.
“Sly?” she asked.
I kissed down her neck. “Damn it, you smell wonderful.”
“Sly, hold on.”
I paused. “Is everything all right?”
She giggled. “I think—”
I lifted my head. “Tara, what is it?”
Then, she started giggling louder. “I think—I might have rolled over onto my hushpuppies.”
I scrambled off her and took her hands, pulling her up to her feet. And when we looked down at the blanket, all we saw were four crushed hushpuppies that had been practically ground into my blanket. I stifled my laughter as I turned her around, brushing the crumbs and crushed corn off the back of her dress. But the grease stain alone would take a washing or two in order to get out.
Tara kept laughing. “Is it bad?”
I chuckled. “The grease will take some stain remover. But other than that, you’re fine.”
“Oh, a man who knows how to do laundry. Be still my beating heart.”
I snickered. “I live alone. I know how to do a lot of things.”
She turned back around to face me. “Like… cook?”
I quirked an eyebrow. “Already trying to wiggle your way into my place?”
She shrugged. “I mean, your bed has to be better than this blanket, right?”
I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her close. “We could go see and find out.”
As her arms draped around my neck, I’d never felt so relaxed in all of my life. This woman did something to me, and I wondered if this was what all of my other guys had been through. I wondered if their women made them this exact same way. Relaxed, and distracted. On top of the world, and powerful.
