Demand of the Dragon by Kristin Miller Read Free Book Online

to pleasure a
woman for her sake alone. He’d never felt such pure satisfaction at making a
woman tremble and come apart, even when there was a possibility that he’d get
nothing out of it.
    Being with Lucy was blissfully different.
    Possessing her mouth, Caleb slid one hand down from the wall
and jerked the button on her pants free. Answering his demand, Lucy pushed her
jeans down and kicked out of them. Unable to wait another second before feeling
Lucy’s heat, Caleb stroked two fingers over her panties. The dampness of her
center had soaked them through. She was hot, wet and quivering with need.
    Lucy squirmed when his fingers brushed against her clit, so he
stayed there awhile, teasing her through the soaked fabric. He relinquished the
fight with his self-control and dragged his other hand off the wall. He brushed
his fingers through her golden halo of hair, down the smooth curve of her cheek.
And when she moaned into his mouth, he grasped her chin and tilted her to him so
that his tongue could dive into her fully.
    Hot spikes of desire pulsed down Caleb’s body, constricting his
muscles, hardening his cock to the point of pain. His own climax wasn’t far
away. If Lucy touched him, just once, he might lose the rein he gripped so
tightly.
    As if she read his mind, Lucy reached between their bodies and
gripped his shaft. She gasped into his mouth as he throbbed into her hand. Her
touch was soft where he was hard. A feather-light caress where he was pulled
brutally tight.
    “These. Off,” she said when his fingers swept urgently over her
panties.
    As Caleb backed away, staring into her heavy-lidded gaze, Lucy
slipped out of her underwear.
    She was absolutely stunning. And all his. What sparked between
them was so much more than a challenge, so much more than friendship that had
lost control, or a few moments of passionate abandon. What the hell was
happening?
    He groaned, biting back a curse, as he thrust against her,
against the stone.
    Using both hands, he peeled the soaking tank from her body and
cupped her breasts in his hands. They were so incredibly soft. Heavy and filling
his palms.
    As he bent lower to suck one of the perfectly pink nipples into
his mouth, she ran her fingers through his hair, grasping with greedy fingers.
He wanted to give her what she wanted—the pleasure with the blissful pain—but he
didn’t want to hurt her. Gently, he licked the rain from her nipple, then
scraped the tiny peak against his teeth. When she groaned, arching back, lifting
her lips, he nipped at the sensitive flesh, causing her to cry out.
    Caleb flicked his tongue against her nipples, as his hand found
her core once more. His fingers slid into her, cruelly slow, until she spread
her legs, widening her stance. Using Lucy’s rapid breathing as a guide, Caleb
found her pleasure spot and circled there, until her body began to shake.
    This was all he needed. Everything. His world. He could stay
here awhile, tease her, and bring her to a soul-shattering climax again and
again. He’d get so much pleasure watching her mouth drop open in ecstasy as she
came. Being selfless when it came to sex was a foreign concept, yet with Lucy,
it felt so right.
    As Lucy began to come apart, sagging down the wall, Caleb’s
stomach twisted in wicked indulgence. He plunged his fingers into her warmth,
stroking her from the inside, relishing in her peaking desire.
    With a strangled cry, Lucy’s inner muscles clenched around
Caleb’s fingers, intense little tugs that hardened him to stone.
    “I want you inside me,” she breathed. “Now.”
    Aching to feel the tugs of her core against his cock instead of
his hand, Caleb nodded. Held painfully taut, he roped one of Lucy’s legs around
his hip and poised himself at her center.
    Lucy breathed hard, expectantly, her magnificent breasts rising
and falling with each labored heave. Her skin glistened with moisture, and her
mouth—he’d never tire of staring at her mouth!—fell open in a seductive