Chapter Eight
874 Words
Amelia
I hated the stupid dragon.
Hell, I hated all dragons but especially him.
Him with his to handsome face and the ability to make my stomach clench with anticipation.
And most of all I hated the way my body reacted to him.
Hated that I had wanted him to kiss me.
To run those huge hands over my skin.
Urrghh
I flopped myself down on the bed, smacking the plump cushions with my fists. Trying and failing to let out some of my pent-up frustrations.
There was no chance of that but if I didn’t get myself under control then I was going to do something stupid. Something that would have me naked and writhing under him.
And it was only day one.
Dammit.
I couldn’t, no I wouldn’t let him get to me. Groaning I sat up right, taking stock of the room I was in. they had given me a whirlwind tour, but I had been barely able to take any of it in. Rhydian had been a little tornado with his hand firmly pulling me from room to room.
A smile curved my lips as I ripped the camisole over my head. I needed to change to get the scent of dragon off my skin.
Still Rhydian was a cute kid. The kind of kid I would like to have myself one day, gods willing. It was just a shame his father was a total Bastard.
A beautifully sculpted hot bastard.
I groaned again. These thoughts weren’t helping at all.
I was here to do a job, and that job wasn’t doing a man I hated. Even if he had a body, I wanted to lick all over.
I flopped back onto the cushions, biting on my lip. If I could just take the edge off, I would be able to function like a normal person and not some s*x crazed animal.
I wasn’t him.
I had some restraint, plus what could it hurt? Sure, I was in his house, but he couldn’t be that old fashioned that he would think I didn’t get myself off when the need arose.
And the need had defiantly risen.
I slid my hand down my stomach, eyes on the ceiling. I would not imagine his face I told myself as my fingers found themselves pushing past the waist band of my floating trousers and lace thong.
I was wet, but then I knew I would be.
David was doing weird things to my libido. It was like I couldn’t help my bodies reaction to him even when my mind hated him. Still, what would he think if he could see me now.
Would he be disgusted that I dared to do such a thing under his roof.
Or would he be as turned on as I was at the thought of him watching me.
My fingers brushed over my clit and I had to stifle the moan that tried to escape my lips. As much as the IDEA of him watching me was a turn on. I didn’t want him to actually know what I was doing.
Still I couldn’t quite stifle the small sound that tumbled from my lips as I sank a finger between my wet folds. Hooking it to hit the tight little spot inside that would have me tumbling over the edge in seconds.
It wouldn’t take me long. I was too worked up for that. I needed the release my own hand offered because I sure as hell couldn’t invite him in here.
Even if it was his hand, I imagined stroking over me, his thumb pressing down on the small bundle of nerves as he buried his fingers inside of me.
My moan ripped past my lips as I tried to choke back the cry that wanted to erupt.
No, it wouldn’t do at all for him to know. He was such an old-fashioned man.
Such a dominating man.
He would probably be outraged that such a thing would happen under hid roof when he wasn’t invited.
He had such an ego.
My orgasm trembled through me, leaving me sated but disappointed. I would need to venture out into the city itself and buy the toys I had failed to pack if I was going to survive this.
My own fingers wouldn’t do. Not for this.
The knock at the door made me freeze, hand still between my legs.
“Everything ok?”
I scrambled to the door; I couldn’t let him walk in on me with my hands between my legs. Throwing open the door I raised accusing eyes up to meet his face. Only realizing to late that I was wearing nothing but a bra and my trousers. Trousers which were perilously low on my hips.
Brown eyes crinkled as he looked at me.
Then he grabbed my hand, slipping my finger between his lips it sucked on it hard, eyes closed, and my heart stopped beating.
Had he really just sucked my juices from my fingers.
“Next time”
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