Taming London (Warwick Dragons #1) - Milly Taiden Page 0,35

name on his lips was breathless, and he repeated it again before kissing her. He took deep pulls of her mouth as his hips worked in and out of her.

Bethany clutched his shoulders, letting them draw down his muscular back to grip his ass. Everywhere she touched, muscles rippled under his skin.

“This,” he said against her ear, “this…” He kissed her again. Whatever he was going to say, remaining silent.

She couldn’t have registered what he said. She was too keyed up, too filled up. London moved perfectly, fanning the flames of her orgasm with expertise and agility. He ground down, making sure his groin pressed against her clit with every thrust forward. His erection was pure steel, making her dizzy with pleasure. Her toes were curled into the bed, her fingers digging into his smooth, tanned skin. She wanted to come, and she knew she was close, but she wanted to remember how it felt to have him pressed up inside of her, moving and breathless.

The feel of his muscles against her palms, the way he was spearing her, over and over again. The edges of her vision blurred, and she shut her eyes as her breath caught on her moan. It was a powerful orgasm.

It made her scream his name as she arched up, relishing the way her limbs were glowing with release. London growled his appreciation.

“So beautiful,” he panted, his movements becoming erratic and faster.

It didn’t take long for London to follow her over the edge. He bellowed her name, his hands gripping her hips tightly. He lay there for a few seconds, trying to catch his breath. Beth watched him with fascination. It really did seem like the sex had affected him just as much as it had done for her.

But that wasn’t possible, was it?

Bethany wanted London to turn into the ass she knew, or expected, him to be. She desperately wanted him to kick her out of his house with a snicker and an I-told-you-so.

He didn’t.

Instead, he wrapped his arms around her, his fingers drawing small patterns on the column of her back. He breathed her in and kissed her hair. When she made to move out of his embrace, he tightened his hold slightly.

“Stay.”

His voice was hoarse and pleading. It went straight to her heart. Bethany knew it was only pretend. In the harsh morning light, he would regret asking her to stay, and she would hate herself for letting but one small word convince her that she should.

Bethany nodded her response before laying her head against his heart. It was beating fast against her cheek. She ran her lips against it, not feeling bold enough to kiss him there.

She fell asleep to the sound of it, hoping it was beating away all of their regrets.

Chapter Fifteen

Bethany

The very first thing Bethany was aware of was that she was most definitely not in her own bed. Her sheets were not that soft, her pillow was not that mellow. And most importantly, she had never woken up with deliciously sore limbs because of sex before.

She kept her eyes closed for a few more moments, relishing in the fact that she had spent the night getting the best sex she had ever had. London had even begged her to stay the night. She didn’t want to read anything into that. He might have only been lonely, and in all fairness, she could have left in the middle of the night.

Shit.

She was going to have to do a walk of shame.

She sat up in a panic, grabbing her phone to see if anyone had reported seeing her go into London’s building. Thankfully, there was nothing on social media. That didn’t mean the vultures weren’t sneaking around the exit, waiting to snap a picture of her as she left. She could message Eugenie and beg her best friend to bring her a change of clothes. At least that way, it would seem like the sleepover had been planned. Or perhaps, she could even claim that she had popped in for a very early breakfast meeting.

She was dreading becoming just another one of London’s conquests. What would Johanna say? Surely the older, kind woman would be disappointed in her for sleeping with her son when Bethany had been sent to clean up his image.

Bethany was typing a frantic message to Eugenie when the bedroom door eased open.

“I could hear you moving around in here. I thought it would be the perfect time to bring you this.”

London was wearing a bright,