Dragon Fever: A Dark Kings Novella by Donna Grant Read Free Book Online Page B

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    Her hands ran down the front of his charcoal gray suit as if feeling the fabric. Then she unbuttoned it. Those dark, seductive eyes of hers lifted, staring at him through her thick, black lashes.
    And just as he’d done, she smoothed her hands up to his shoulders, shoving the jacket off. He shifted his arms so the garment slid off with a slight whoosh . His hands rested on her waist, feeling the curve of her hip. A moan stirred when she bit her lip and moved closer. The woman had him aching already, and he hadn’t even begun to make love to her.
    In the millions of years he’d been on the realm, he’d had many women. But not a single one was anything like Rae. He saw the desire in her eyes, but there was hesitancy as well. As if she wasn’t sure what to do.
    The fact she was so confident in their conversations and flirting—this stunned him. She needed to know she could do whatever she wanted.
    He saw the way she gripped his shirt at his throat with both hands. He gave her a smile. “I’m yours, lass. Do what you will.”
    Her gaze lowered to her hands, and a slow smile pulled at her lips. Then, with a yank, she tore open his shirt.
    He had to fist his hands not to grab her as she gazed at his bare chest with blatant pleasure. Her touch was soft as her fingers glided over his chest and stomach. She grew bolder and flattened both hands on him as she caressed over his torso. It wasn’t long before he yanked off the shirt so she could touch more of him.
    The pleased look on her face made it even harder for him not to undress her as he longed to do. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her hands on him, learning him.
    All of a sudden, her caresses stopped. He opened his eyes to find her gaze locked on his tattoo. It had been a part of him for so long that he sometimes forgot it was there.
    Her eyes were fastened on his left arm where the dragon sat perched between his shoulder and elbow with the appearance of its long talons sunk into Asher’s skin, with its wings tucked against him. The dragon had a snarl, his head facing Asher.
    He wondered how Rae saw the tattoo. Would she question the mix of black and red ink that couldn’t be duplicated? Would she wonder why the dragon was on that arm?
    Remaining still, he waited as she ran her finger down the tail of the dragon, from his elbow to the point of his wrist and back up again. Then she let those same fingers glide over the dragon’s wings and body before stopping at the head, which was at his shoulder.
    After a moment, her gaze shifted to his. There was something altogether different in her eyes. He didn’t know what it was, but he didn’t like it. There was no way he was going to lose what had flared to life so effortlessly between them. He cupped her face with both hands and kissed her.
    It wasn’t a slow, sedate kiss like earlier. It was carnal and erotic. He shamelessly seized her lips in an attempt to once more reveal the woman who so eagerly tore open his shirt and touched him.
    There was a heartbeat of panic when she didn’t respond, then with a sigh, her arms wrapped around his neck. She returned his kiss with wanton abandon that made his balls tighten.
    He then slowly walked her backward to his bedroom, never breaking the kiss. Rae’s passion matched his own. He’d never encountered a woman who could make him ache as she did.
    In the bedroom, he broke the kiss long enough to pull her sweater over her head and toss it aside. Beneath it she wore a silvery strapless bra that he found insanely arousing. It was Rae who removed her shoes and unzipped her pants. His mouth went dry. The flaps fell open, revealing her naval and the lacy edge of her panties.
    No longer could he hold back. He grasped Rae, yanking her against him and kissing her savagely. Her hands plunged into his hair, nails scraping his scalp as she clutched handfuls of hair.
    A frenzy took them as they continued to kiss and remove the remainder of each other’s clothes. In a