She was so lost in thought about layouts and events that she jumped slightly when the door finally opened. Brad stood in the doorway in only his jeans, staring at her with his flashing dragon eyes, and she forgot about architecture and menus. Her mate was about to claim her.
She cleared her throat and asked, “Did you finish everything?”
He grunted. “Yes. My shifts are covered, food will arrive, and everyone is aware of what’s about to happen.”
Even though his sexy gaze made her shiver in a good way, Tasha couldn’t help but tease him. “I sure hope that doesn’t mean play-by-play summaries going out.”
“No. You’re mine and only mine, Tasha. I won’t share you.”
She swallowed at his words, her knees going weak. “And so now what?”
He took a step closer, and then another, her heart thundering with every inch he drew nearer.
By the time Brad stood in front of her, her bathrobe suddenly felt too tight, too confining, too damned in the way.
And then he lightly traced her cheek, down her neck, and then to the neckline of her robe. “Before anything else, I need to make sure you know how this works.”
She nodded. “Ashley told me everything, with lots of details. I know your dragon half will come out sometimes and will be focused solely on getting me pregnant.”
Brad ran his thumb up to her cheek and then to her lower lip. As he gently brushed it back and forth, Tasha let out a breath. Brad’s husky voice said, “Good. Then unless there’s any reason for you to object, I’m going to kiss you now.”
As her lips throbbed in anticipation, she murmured, “You’d better hurry the hell up then.”
The corner of his mouth ticked up a second before he moved his head closer to hers. His hot breath danced against her lips as he said, “As my mate wishes.”
And within the next second, his firm, warm lips brushed hers once, twice, and then finally stayed. He nibbled her bottom lip, and she instantly opened her mouth, his tongue sliding inside. Tasha groaned and clung to him as he slowly explored her mouth, licking, tasting, letting her know he wanted her.
One of his hands slid under her robe and cupped her ass. She pressed her hips against his, the hard outline of his cock making her ache for more than a mere kiss.
His hand moved to between her thighs, and she spread them wider, gasping as his finger toyed with her entrance. Brad murmured, “Nice and wet for me. Good. Because my dragon isn’t going to hold back much longer.”
Because of Brad’s wicked fingers, it took everything she had to string together her words. “Then why make me wait? I know dragon halves only focus on the sex part, and I’m fine with that for now.”
He slowly slipped a finger inside her, and she gasped. Brad said, “I get the first time, and I’ll make damn sure my female is ready.”
As he moved in and out of her, Tasha took his lips again, needing to taste him as he made her hotter.
He growled and stroked her tongue as he increased his pace. Even though Tasha’s legs threatened to buckle, she leaned against her mate for support, loving his hardness against her.
Brad finally broke the kiss and removed his finger. She growled in frustration. “Don’t you dare stop.”
He undid the robe tie at her waist. “Calm down, love. I want us both naked so I can feel your orgasm gripping my dick.”
Impatient, Tasha tore off her robe and moved to the bed. “Hurry up, Brad.”
His eyes flashed constantly as he shed his jeans and walked toward her, his hard cock jutting from his body.
Tasha may not get the chance during the frenzy, but she licked her lips at the thought of taking him into her mouth and driving him as crazy as he’d done with her the day before.
Brad’s voice sounded a little strained as he said, “Fuck, Tasha, I’m not going to last if you keep staring at my dick and licking your sweet lips like that.”
She met his gaze and smiled slowly. “Seeing as how if you come inside me I’ll orgasm, I’m not all that disappointed.” She opened her legs wide and laid her arms above her head. “Claim me, dragonman. I’m ready.”
Brad still couldn’t believe his beautiful mate lay naked in his bed, waiting for him.
His dragon growled. Believe it and claim her. She’s ours. I want her. If you won’t act, then I’ll take control.
Since his inner beast could very well overpower him in the throes of a mate-claim frenzy, Brad slowly crawled onto the bed until he was on all fours above Tasha. Everything about her was perfect to him—from her expressive eyes to her small breasts to her flaring hips.