Taming London (Warwick Dragons #1) - Milly Taiden Page 0,63

who, oddly enough, was now dating James.

There had been no point in keeping the house since Bethany had been spending all of her nights in the penthouse with London. It was hard to spend nights away from him. She had grown accustomed very quickly to falling asleep in his arms.

Thankfully, he had let her decorate the space. She had added much-needed splashes of color.

All kinds of shades of red, all to match the beautiful dragon she had fallen in love with.

London opened the door of their apartment, and Bethany gasped.

The living room was pitched in darkness, but not completely. There were small pinpricks of warm, pale light. Tiny tea candles were lit and had been strategically placed all around the room. The furniture, from the huge sectional to the heavy glass coffee table, had been moved to the side of the room to make space for a large blanket. The red and white checkered pattern was darkened by the shadows of the flames dancing against it.

There were cushions gathered here and there on the blanket, but the centerpiece of the cozy scene was a wicker basket.

“What’s this?” she asked, turning to face London. Her voice was breathless, catching on her emotions.

“It’s a real picnic. I know it’s not exactly a nice sunny day in the park, but I figured that the candles would make a nice touch.”

“It does. They do.” Again, her tone was breathy.

London reached out for her and closed his hands around hers. “There’s a reason why I’ve gone and done this.” He motioned to the picnic setup with his head. Without saying another word, he led her to the blanket and helped her settle onto the floor. He sat beside her, his hand immediately going to her thigh.

He was always finding a way to touch her. “I have a question to ask you, Bethany.”

She inhaled sharply, tears filling her eyes.

She knew what this was.

Bethany had been desperately waiting for this moment. Every time she had brought it up to him, London had shrugged it off, saying that there was plenty of time. They were together, knew that they were going to be together forever, and that’s all that mattered.

But this was it. She was sure.

“Bethany Russo, I would love to mate you tonight.” His voice was breathy, and he shook with nerves.

She sat up on her knees and gave him a passionate kiss. “You silly dragon. You already know that I’ve been waiting for this. Of course I want you to mate me.”

“I wanted to make this special,” he said, pushing her hair over her shoulder so he could kiss her bare neck. “I want everything we do to be special.”

“It already is because we’re together. You know, now I’m going to expect another romantic gesture like this when you ask me to marry you.”

London’s eyes sparkled. “I’ve already got plans.”

“What?” she squeaked, but whatever else she was going to say was quieted when he placed his lips against hers.

His lips moved with speed and agility, his tongue joining in. He explored her mouth, letting their tongues rub together blissfully. His hands were already working on the long zipper that ran from the middle of her back all the way down to her ass. He slowly peeled the dress off of her.

“You’re not wearing a bra,” he groaned before nipping at her breast.

“I can’t in this dress,” she said through deep moans. He had taken her nipple into her mouth, and he was twirling his tongue around it. “I’m not wearing any underwear either,” she said.

London groaned his appreciation and moved on to her other breast. As he delivered teasing attention to her breasts, London continued to slide the crimson gown down her hips. It was only when it was at her legs that she managed to kick the thing away.

“Why do I always find myself very naked, and you very clothed?”

He had to leave her nipples alone for a second while he answered. “Because you’re so goddamn beautiful, and there’s nothing I love more than stripping you bare.”

“I want you naked,” she commanded on a purr.

He winked at her as her hands went to the bow tie of his tux. She threw it over her shoulder and slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

“You’re taking too long,” he complained.

“Shh. You stripped me, now it’s my turn.”

“It’s hardly fair,” he pouted. “You only had a dress on. I have all of these penguin suit layers. I can’t be nude in a second.”

Bethany cupped his erection through his pants, and it