we’ve talked so often while I was in bed, would you like to see what it looks like?”
Those words broke whatever had been reigning him in, and where before he was careful neutrality, now his whole body projected sexual tension, his jaw locking for a moment before he spoke. “Yes. I want to see it very much.”
Frost hadn’t been this nervous since before she lost her virginity. Maybe not even then, considering her first time was the very cliché back seat of the car of a football player deal. Nothing had ever felt this much before.
Granite though, Granite seemed to either not feel it, or ignore it. Instead, he climbed on the bed fully clothed sans the shoes he took off when he entered her apartment. He sat with his back against the headboard, legs crossed at the ankles. “Nice bed. Memory foam?”
A giggle escaped, and the nerves eased slightly. “You like my bed.”
“Hell of a lot nicer than mine. I might have to keep coming over to borrow it. My sleep is very important to me.”
“Says the dragon who stays up to keep an eye on international futures.”
He nodded decisively. “Exactly. This means when I sleep, it needs to be quality.”
She had the most ridiculous male she had ever met in her bed, and it hit her, that moment, she didn’t want him anywhere else. Certainly not tonight. Maybe not ever.
She began to unbutton her shirt, pulling it from the waist of her skirt. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought we might be doing other things in bed, but I don’t want to interrupt your very important sleep schedule.”
The shirt fell to the floor, followed by the skirt, and now all she was left in was a matching ice-blue bra and panty set. A feminine thrill zipped through her when Granite looked like someone had come up behind him and whacked him with a 2x4. “You remember what I said about spoiling you?” he asked, his voice thick as his eyes stayed glued to her.
“Yes?”
“I want to state for the record that if you bankrupt me by buying out lingerie stores…I have no problem with that.”
“I’ll remember that detail.” She kneeled on the bed and slowly crawled up his body, their skin not touching until their bodies were aligned, after which she lowered herself so she was flush against him, her head slightly under his so she had to look up to meet his eyes. “What about shoes?”
“High heels? Because that’s a yes.” His body was tense beneath her, breathing starting to get a little rapid, and the noticeable bump at his crotch signaled his interest. But he kept his hands at the side, and he didn’t move a muscle.
“How about you spoil me by giving me some kisses? I’ve been masturbating to the thought of what you’d taste like, and I’d really to know.”
His eyes closed and a low groan broke from him at the words. His arms jerked, like he was going to hold her before he stopped himself. And then his head lowered, and his mouth was on hers.
His kisses were warm breath and soft touches and the taste of Granite, something hot and fiery and male. Kissing had never been this before, though whether it was because he was a dragon, she was a wolf, or some other factor that was only them , Frost couldn’t tell. All she knew was she wanted more of it.
Her tongue came out to touch his lips, and a hiss escaped him before he opened his mouth to her. She was in charge, her tongue wrapping around his in languid caresses, and where she led, he followed.
She broke the kiss off, and Granite took the opportunity to pepper kisses along her jaw, up her cheek and over her forehead. If his lips could reach it, he marked it, until she was sure not an inch of skin had escaped his gentle ministrations. Only then did he go back to her mouth, pressing those small kisses against it until she opened her mouth once again to him, deepening the kiss.
Frost was clinging to his neck, pressing harder against him. This feeling was everything she’d been chasing, everything she hoped for in her life. This feeling was