Lord of Rain (The Dragon Demigods #5) - Charlene Hartnady Page 0,90

her. She groans and pants and groans some more.

“Oh…you’re good… Oh…” She thrusts against my face. “Bolt…that…that feels… Oh!” Her fingers are clutching my head.

“Try cussing.” I chuckle against her, then I use two fingers, which I crook, ensuring I hit her just right. I look up, her eyes are huge. She has this shocked look. Her mouth is open, and she’s gasping.

“Bolt…oh…oh…Bolt… Don’t stop…don’t you dare…” She’s fucking my face at this point, and I’m loving it.

“Let go,” I urge her, finger-fucking her a little quicker. “Cuss for me. Do it!” I close my mouth over her clit and suckle her like she’s my last supper.

“Fuck!” she yells as her pussy flutters around my fingers. “Fuckity…fuck! Oh, god…yes. Yes!” she yells as her orgasm hits. Her legs close around me. Her fingers grab at my hair. The table moves across the tiles as she rocks. Her eyes are closed, her face has this look of torture and bliss. I slow my movements, laving her clit softly. Drawing out her orgasm.

She falls back, using her hands to keep herself upright. Her cheeks are flushed, and she’s breathing hard. Her nipples are hard as nails. My shirt looks so fucking good on her.

“You were right,” she murmurs. “Cussing helps destress.”

I chuckle. “Cussing and orgasms. I told you. Um…this is where things get tricky.”

“How tricky?” She frowns. “What’s going on?”

26

Ashley

Bolt’s hair is badly mussed. I did that. I find that I don’t care. I don’t care about anything other than what’s about to happen. My heart is racing, and goosebumps are breaking out on my body. I might have just had the best orgasm of my life, but need for this man is still coursing through me.

“I would very much like to take you to my bed right now,” he says, his voice deep. Unfortunately, he says it like it’s a problem. I don’t see a problem.

I smile. I feel warm and fuzzy all over. Despite that epic orgasm, I want more. Lots more. “I don’t see the problem. Your bed sounds good.”

“I want…” He kisses me softly on my lips. I can taste myself on those lips, and it only serves to excite me more. “I want to do things to you…namely sex. I,” he kisses me again, “would very much like to have sex with you now.”

“Yes…please.” I kiss him back. “I want sex too. Lots of sex.”

“I,” he looks sheepish, “I don’t have any condoms. I haven’t done this in a while and don’t bring women I date here…ever.”

“Oh, no! Crumbs, and I made you bring me here.” I clasp a hand over my mouth.

He chuckles. “I love that you’re here. I want you here. Trust me, I wouldn’t have brought you otherwise.”

“I didn’t give you a choice.”

“There’s always a choice, Miss Shaw. I could have gone to a hotel.” He shrugs. I can see he means it.

“Okay, then.” More of that warmth floods me. I feel myself melting.

“In hindsight, I should have asked Trevor to buy some when he got the other stuff, but I…I didn’t want to be presumptuous. I didn’t think this was going to happen. I…I could send him now, but,” he cups my jaw in both his hands, “I really don’t want to wait.”

“Are you saying…?” Can’t be. Not after hearing how uptight Bolt is about birth control. About everything, for that matter.

“Are you on birth control?”

I nod. “Yes, I get an injection every twelve weeks. What about the NDA—?”

“I told you I don’t care about the NDA. We’re past the NDA. I want you…now…under me. I don’t want to wait, but if you’re not comfortable, then—”

“I’m comfortable. I mean,” I give him a wry grin. “I think I’d be far more comfortable in your bed…under you…with nothing between us.”

He pushes out a breath through his nose and then picks me up. I put my legs around his waist.

We get to his bedroom, and he puts me down on the bed. “You’re not too hungry? We could eat first.” I can see he’s teasing.

“We’re doing this right now. No more waiting or holding back.” I let my hand trail down his chest to the snaps on his jeans. I pull each one open. His eyes are on me.

Bolt slowly lifts the shirt I’m wearing. I sit up and raise my arms. He pulls it from my body. His eyes stay on mine for a long while before he looks down. I don’t feel self-conscious like I normally do when I’m with a guy for