it, Snapdragon."
"Snapdragon? Where did that name come from?”
“You'll know soon enough."
"Funny thing about snapdragons: they're said to grow in the colors of actual dragons, which car ry a powerful magick protection for the pure of heart. That's me—""Hah!"
"I'll ignore that," she said. "Snapdragons ward off the negative intentions of those who are against the pure of heart. So, if I'm a snapdragon, I'm protected from the likes of you."
I wonder which of us really needs protecting, here"
"I gotta give it to you, McCloud. You're as astute as ever, but off the mark at this juncture."
"Whatever you say. Just don't stop getting me naked.”
“ Whatever you say."
By the time she placed his ascot, topaz shirt studs, and cuff links in the nightstand drawer and removed his silk shirt, Aiden had gotten her knickers in a twist, a damp twist, generated by his hands, yes, but also by his workout pecs and washboard abs, and she needed a different distraction to stay in control. "I love a man with chest hair. It drives me wild when you wear a V-neck shirt."
His green eyes twinkled, his laugh lines deadly seductive.
Storm swallowed at his touch an d played in the silken mat of his chest hair with her sensitive fingertips, while his boner danced and thickened against her thigh, demanding her attention. Hard to choose between the sensations he invoked, the look on his handsome face, or the prize in his tux trousers.
Uh-oh, she sounded like she was hooked on the whole package. Scary thought.
With practiced fingers, he distracted her by disco v ering how ready she was, his light thumb stroke sending shivery sparks through her to land and crystallize in the most amazing places. New places.
Virginal erogenous zones. Who knew she had any left?
Never before had she felt such a deep and p ri mordial need to kiss and to mate, to impale herself and ride her partner ... hard ... and long, while eating him up with her gaze, an imperative as cataclysmic as their case of instant lust, but a darn sight more demanding.
Dragon's blood, she wanted to follow through with this seduction, without ruining her plan, and she wondered for
a minute if she could have her hunk and steal him, too, if she finessed him just right. She stood back and raised a speculative brow.
Aiden placed a hand on his heart. "You're killing me, here, Cartwright. What's going on in that mind of yours?"
She fingered the outline of his arousal pushing against his trousers an d practically took him in hand. "I'm thinking .. . the big guy's ready to start without me"
"The big guy had been asleep for ages, but he woke up the day you asked if 'I was tr ading King's old chandelier for a jock s tr ap."
"Nah. You were attracted to my sister back then. Admit it. The big guy's been primed since you met Harmony"
"I did think Harmony was hot, but I didn't catch fire until I met you. There's no comparison."
Storm started the slow torture of unzipping his tux trousers while Aiden toed off his shoes, tossing them aside like flip-flops when they probably cost a fortune. She hooked a finger on each side of his pants at the waistband, gave a tug, and they landed at his feet.
He wasted no time in stepping out of them.
Storm about came as his boner tented his silver silk briefs. She opened her purse. "Get on the bed, McCloud. I have plans for you."
"Please," he begged. "No verbal stimulation. I can barely handle the sight of you in that merry make-me come thing. Talk about killer eye candy. Another word and I'll turn into an active volcano and erupt without you."
She tossed a handful of colored condoms across him and the bed like confetti.
"Storm," Aiden said, "sometime between now and naked, we need to have a talk."
She straightened. "Are you kidding me?"
Chapter Twelve
CAUGHT up in shock, the both of them—her at his words, and him at her actions—Aiden didn't realize she'd cuffed one of his ankles to a bedpost until she cuffed the second one. "Fuzzy purple
"Snapdragon? Where did that name come from?”
“You'll know soon enough."
"Funny thing about snapdragons: they're said to grow in the colors of actual dragons, which car ry a powerful magick protection for the pure of heart. That's me—""Hah!"
"I'll ignore that," she said. "Snapdragons ward off the negative intentions of those who are against the pure of heart. So, if I'm a snapdragon, I'm protected from the likes of you."
I wonder which of us really needs protecting, here"
"I gotta give it to you, McCloud. You're as astute as ever, but off the mark at this juncture."
"Whatever you say. Just don't stop getting me naked.”
“ Whatever you say."
By the time she placed his ascot, topaz shirt studs, and cuff links in the nightstand drawer and removed his silk shirt, Aiden had gotten her knickers in a twist, a damp twist, generated by his hands, yes, but also by his workout pecs and washboard abs, and she needed a different distraction to stay in control. "I love a man with chest hair. It drives me wild when you wear a V-neck shirt."
His green eyes twinkled, his laugh lines deadly seductive.
Storm swallowed at his touch an d played in the silken mat of his chest hair with her sensitive fingertips, while his boner danced and thickened against her thigh, demanding her attention. Hard to choose between the sensations he invoked, the look on his handsome face, or the prize in his tux trousers.
Uh-oh, she sounded like she was hooked on the whole package. Scary thought.
With practiced fingers, he distracted her by disco v ering how ready she was, his light thumb stroke sending shivery sparks through her to land and crystallize in the most amazing places. New places.
Virginal erogenous zones. Who knew she had any left?
Never before had she felt such a deep and p ri mordial need to kiss and to mate, to impale herself and ride her partner ... hard ... and long, while eating him up with her gaze, an imperative as cataclysmic as their case of instant lust, but a darn sight more demanding.
Dragon's blood, she wanted to follow through with this seduction, without ruining her plan, and she wondered for
a minute if she could have her hunk and steal him, too, if she finessed him just right. She stood back and raised a speculative brow.
Aiden placed a hand on his heart. "You're killing me, here, Cartwright. What's going on in that mind of yours?"
She fingered the outline of his arousal pushing against his trousers an d practically took him in hand. "I'm thinking .. . the big guy's ready to start without me"
"The big guy had been asleep for ages, but he woke up the day you asked if 'I was tr ading King's old chandelier for a jock s tr ap."
"Nah. You were attracted to my sister back then. Admit it. The big guy's been primed since you met Harmony"
"I did think Harmony was hot, but I didn't catch fire until I met you. There's no comparison."
Storm started the slow torture of unzipping his tux trousers while Aiden toed off his shoes, tossing them aside like flip-flops when they probably cost a fortune. She hooked a finger on each side of his pants at the waistband, gave a tug, and they landed at his feet.
He wasted no time in stepping out of them.
Storm about came as his boner tented his silver silk briefs. She opened her purse. "Get on the bed, McCloud. I have plans for you."
"Please," he begged. "No verbal stimulation. I can barely handle the sight of you in that merry make-me come thing. Talk about killer eye candy. Another word and I'll turn into an active volcano and erupt without you."
She tossed a handful of colored condoms across him and the bed like confetti.
"Storm," Aiden said, "sometime between now and naked, we need to have a talk."
She straightened. "Are you kidding me?"
Chapter Twelve
CAUGHT up in shock, the both of them—her at his words, and him at her actions—Aiden didn't realize she'd cuffed one of his ankles to a bedpost until she cuffed the second one. "Fuzzy purple
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