Opening the door, he sucked in a breath at a naked Tasha standing in the middle of the floor.
His mouth watered at her hard nipples, the curves of her body, and her long legs.
Legs he wanted around his head as he made her scream his name.
She clicked her tongue. “Are you going to stand there and stare or actually do something to me?”
At the amusement in her voice, his eyes met her gaze again. While there was heat in her eyes, there was also pent-up laughter.
Life would always be interesting with his mate.
Brad walked into the room, shucking his shirt in the process. Her gaze zeroed in on his muscled chest and his cock turned even harder.
What he wouldn’t give to have her wrap her fingers around his length and squeeze.
Or to flick her tongue against his head and make him lose his fucking mind.
No. Not yet. He’d please his mate first and prove how much he wanted her. That would bring him one step closer to convincing her to being his and allowing the frenzy.
So Brad kept his jeans on as a sort of barrier. Still, when he reached Tasha, she ran a finger under the waist of them. She murmured, “I’ve already seen what’s under here, so I’m not sure why you’re being shy.”
“I’m not being shy, love. I’m being practical.”
The corner of her mouth ticked up. “You have a naked woman right in front of you and somehow you’re being practical.”
He cupped her cheek and loved how she leaned into his touch. “If I want more of this, then I have
to be.”
She searched his gaze, her expression telling him she wanted to say something, but instead, she ran a hand up his chest and down his arm, until she wrapped her fingers around his wrist. She moved his hand to her breast and arched her back into his palm. “Then touch me, Brad. I’m tired of waiting.”
His dragon growled. I can smell how much she wants us. Stop stalling and please her.
He squeezed her breast before rubbing his palm against her hard nipple. Touching her wasn’t enough, though. He needed to find out what her skin tasted like, too. So Brad moved his hand and leaned down, flicking his tongue against her taut peak.
Tasha moaned and he suckled her, loving how she dug her nails into his scalp, letting him know she liked it when he suckled hard, or even lightly bit her.
No soft touches for his mate.
His dragon said, More, more. Stop making me wait to see how she tastes.
Soon, dragon. Our mate deserves a little teasing.
As if to make his point, Brad moved to her other breast and continued to slowly suckle, lick, and bite his mate until she was squirming under his lips. She gasped, “How can I be this close already?”
He released her and met her gaze, loving how lost with desire her eyes were. “Because you have the right male with you.” He took her shoulders and gently pushed her back toward the bed. “But it’s time for me to make you lose your fucking mind. You’d better call my name when you come, Tasha. Do that, and I’ll reward you.”
Brad waited to see if she’d argue back despite her words a couple days ago, about wanting him to be more dominant in bed.
However, she merely rubbed her hand against his chest and murmured, “That’d better be a promise.”
Fuck. His mate grew more perfect by the minute.
His dragon spoke up. Then stop waiting and act. Lick her pussy and clit till she screams.
But Brad didn’t have to say anything. Tasha sat on the bed, spread her legs, and gently ran a finger through her glistening center.
Damn, she was so fucking wet already.