Maybe…we can read it again later.” She wiggles against my mouth, and I laugh against her skin.
“But my dragon isn’t like Grendel from the story. He’s in his own league.”
Her throat works convulsively. “I don’t doubt it. Don’t stop talking.”
I smile and blow on her sex, my fingers slipping inside. My mouth draws filigrees on her skin as I talk in between strokes. “It took me three trips to get the full dragon. All that pain, all that work…and when I look at it, I think about my goals. Being the best. Being number one. Being the one who makes you come.” I suck her hard nub and finger her and her body quakes, her breathing loud in the quiet of the room.
“Z!” she calls out as she shudders around me.
“That’s it,” I growl.
Her body tugs on my fingers, taking them further inside her.
I press a kiss to her center, removing my fingers and stroking her inner thighs until her tremors subside. It takes several seconds and her breathing slows, her hips and body slowly relaxing back onto the mattress.
On legs that shake, I stand up at the foot of the bed and strip out of my running pants and black underwear. I stare down at my cock bobbing, needing her.
She eases up on her elbows, eyes wide. I palm myself and walk over to her.
23
Sugar
I can’t stop looking at his manhood. It’s huge and swollen, and I know exactly how tight it fits inside me
“You like my stick?”
I snort. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“You were thinking it.”
“Oh, you’re not only a sex machine but a mind reader too?”
“Sex machine? I like that. Go on, please. Tell me more—and use that deep Southern accent when you say it.”
A laugh bubbles up but fades away when his hand cups my cheek, his thumb stroking across my lips, tugging on them. I bite his index finger then take it into my mouth and suck. He curls his other hand around my nape.
A shuddering breath comes from him. “Do you have condoms?”
Breathless, I nod, tilting my head toward the desk. “Top drawer.”
His back is to me, and I take the opportunity to rove my eyes over his rippling muscles, watching the way they glide when he moves.
I hear the familiar jingle of keys outside my door.
Julia!
No, no, no!
I jump out of bed and throw myself at him. “Z, oh, shit, hide. I think my roommate is here.”
Looking over his shoulder at me, he gives me a sardonic eyebrow. “And this is a problem?”
I swat him on the arm just as I hear a muffled curse and the sound of metal hitting tile outside. She must have dropped her keys. Yes.
“First of all,” I hiss, “you’re naked as the day you were born, and I have no underwear on. Second, we all know you can charm the dew off a honeysuckle, but you can’t charm her. She hates hockey players—”
“You’re ashamed of me?” His tone is incredulous. “Have to say, this is a first.”
“I just don’t like people knowing my business.” I’m hustling him to the closet as I speak. “Plus I have no clue where your clothes are right now!” He points to a pile near the end of the bed so I reach over and toss them at his chest. “Get in my closet.”
He looks affronted. “You’ll pay for this later. I’ll want…things.”
I shiver, already thinking about those things.
He exhales and allows me to push him in the closet. Before I shut it, I give him a lopsided smile.
I can hear the front door opening into the darkened room just as he whispers, “Do I have to stay here all night?”
I ignore him, straighten my tank, snatch up my underwear, and slide them on just as Julia flips on the tiny lamp on her nightstand. I walk to her side and once she turns, she jumps and screams.
Her hand goes to her heart. “Sugar! I was trying to be quiet. I thought you were asleep.” She takes in my disheveled appearance and probably wild hair. I tug down on my tank top, thankful he at least left that on.
I’m not exactly sure why I don’t want to tell her. I mean, it’s not like a twenty-one-year-old girl can’t have sex, but avoidance is my answer to everything tonight.
Her hair is as much of a mess as mine, I notice, and it looks as if she might have been crying.
“Is everything okay?” I frown, taking a step toward her, but her