Ruby Dragon (Awakened Dragons Book 3) by Terry Bolryder Page B

you’re used to women just hopping into bed.”
    “Pushing me into bed is more like it,” he said.
    She tightened in jealously, her hand moving down to his zipper and the large bulge underneath. “Just me now.”
    “Obviously,” he choked out, squirming slightly. He was so big that the tiniest movement from him made her nearly go flying, and she grabbed onto his shoulders to hold on.
    She moved down to straddle his hips so she could get a better look at him. His handsome face was accentuated by shadows. His high cheekbones, exotic eyes, straight nose and jaw. Deep dimple in upper lip, utterly kissable.
    Yet she had the impression of a caged tiger, all its strength held back from her. Powerful and beautiful and helpless.
    And she sort of wanted to see that strength unleashed.
    As hot as it was to see him like this, to know he trusted her, she was ready for him to take over. Ready to see what he could do in charge. Ready to take off his bonds.
    She hesitated, unsure how to say it.
    “You want me to take it from here, sweetheart?” He somehow managed to read what she was thinking, as usual.
    She nodded. “I just. I don’t even know what to do.”
    He grinned, sending an erotic shiver through her. “Let me go, and I’ll take care of everything.”
    He’d take care of everything.
    That was the hottest thought yet.

7
    F aye’s response to him was tantalizing beyond belief. Watching her heated gaze and soft hands rove over his body lustfully was wonderful, connected, something just between them.
    But it was about time she experienced what he could do.
    With ease, he tore free of the scarves holding his hands and feet bound, and Faye gave out a little squeak of surprise, flinching slightly at the sight.
    Easy on the dragon strength , he warned himself as he came up to her slowly, seated on the edge of the bed. Thankfully, he could still see the heat in her eyes, see the want in the way she leaned toward him, like a magnet unable to avoid the supernatural pull of its polar counterpart.
    First, he just tilted her head with the tip of his thumb, leaning toward her inch by inch until they were so close their lips almost touched. He loved teasing her like this. He could feel the warmth of her lips, the feel of her aroused, staccato breaths as the anticipation grew between them. And then he bridged the last centimeter, closing the gap as their lips sealed together.
    Immediately, she sank into the kiss as his hand curved around the back of her head, caressing the nape of her neck slowly. He started soft, keeping the pressure between them light, romantic. And then gradually, he deepened their connection, pressing harder until she gave in, opening her mouth willingly, eagerly, to allow him entrance.
    As his tongue dipped inside, he picked Faye up and set her on top of him, straddling him on the bed as they continued the kiss. The feel of her thighs against him, her chest next to him as the fabric of their shirts brushed and made contact with skin was better than he could have anticipated. The way she relaxed as his tongue delved deeper, the way she yielded as his hand rested on the small of her back, supporting her, was enough to make him wild.
    Beneath all the hardness, beneath the defenses she had erected to avoid pain was a woman that deserved much better than she’d received.
    And he hoped to give her everything, anything it took to make her feel alive again. To feel safe again.
    “How slow do you plan to go?” she said, finishing with a sigh as he left her mouth and kissed the base of her neck.
    “As slow as you can stand and as fast as you’re able,” he muttered against her, not stopping with his determined, sensually spaced kisses.
    “You never make any sense.” She smiled in pleasure as he moved lower, gracing the skin under the collar of her T-shirt with more kisses, so very close to her breasts yet light-years away from what he could really do once the clothes were gone.
    “I think I make perfect sense,” he