Page 130 of Bound By Fire
I moan because it feels good…but holy shit!
Again?
His finger keeps moving, dragging across my oversensitive clit.
“Um…Ridge.”
“Mmm?” His mouth is on my shoulder.
My hips jerk into his hand on reflex. His finger keeps working me.
He lifts my top leg. I feel the thick line of him drag through my wetness.
“Wait. Wait.” I press a hand to his forearm. “Wait. I need a minute. Just a minute.” I giggle.
He stops. His mouth is still at the curve of my shoulder. His breath is hot against my neck.
“Oh shit. Of course.” His voice has gone soft. “Take as long as you need.” He pulls away.
I push out a long breath, rolling onto my back.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I forgot that you’re human. You guys don’t have the same stamina as we do.” He looks over at me. “I haven’t had sex in six months. Apart from last night, of course. My dragon is having a little too much fun. He’s trying to make up for lost time.”
I almost can’t believe what I’m hearing. He did say that he wasn’t much of a player, but no sex for that long. For a guy like him?
I’m a workaholic cat lady – I just need the cats, and I will have spinster down pat. He’s too attractive to be celibate.
“He’s enjoying himself, is he?” I say when I realize I probably should answer him.
“He’s being a little pushy.” Ridge sounds almost embarrassed. “Don’t worry, I’ll get him under control.”
“Don’t do that on my account.”
He makes a noise that tells me he doesn’t quite agree.
“What color is he?”
“Gray with green stripes across the back.”
I laugh. “Of course, he is. Are his eyes the same as yours?”
“Yep.”
He props himself up on a pillow. The lamp on the nightstand casts a warm wedge of light across half his face. His hair is loose. His chest is wide and beautiful. I love all the tattoos.
I look away.
“Can I ask you something?” I say.
“Yes.”
“Your dragon. Do you…feel him? Like, is he a part of you, or is he separate from you? Where is he right now?”
“He’s a part of me. We share a body, a mind, a heart. He is me, and I am him.” He pauses. “But he has opinions, and they can be strong ones. When we agree on something, it’s like being twice as sure as I would normally be. When we don’t, it can feel like an internal war. He can be an opinionated asshole.”
“What does he have opinions on right now?” My voice sounds all breathy again. I can’t stop it from doing that when I’m around him.
“He thinks I should stop talking and put my mouth back on you. He likes you.”
