He liked her.
He liked kissing her.
Winter liked kissing him, too. He was strong and gorgeous, and she’d never laid eyes on a man even half as handsome as he was. For a brief second, she wondered if she was dreaming or hallucinating, but Winter quickly decided that she didn’t care.
Soon she was straddling him, kissing him, and he was kissing her back just as greedily.
“Your cock,” she whispered.
“It’s hard.”
“I know,” she nodded, breathlessly. She wanted to reach down between them and touch it. She was on top of the stranger, and she was still wearing all of her clothes, but she was dangerously close to taking them off for him.
“You can touch me if you like,” he murmured.
“I don’t even know your name,” she told him.
That was probably the craziest thing about this entire situation. She really didn’t know his name. She didn’t know anything about him except that he was hot as hell.
“Call me Dragon.”
Dragon.
Winter thought about the word. Obviously, that wasn’t his name. It was probably the type of shifter that he was.
She didn’t need to know, though. She didn’t need to know his name because suddenly, everything was getting hazy. She was more turned on than she’d ever been before, and he wanted her to call him Dragon.
She could do that.
“What should I call you?”
Her name was out. They weren’t doing names, apparently, and that was just as well. Besides, it wasn’t like she had a simple name like “Mary.”
No, her name was unique, and it would be easy for him to find her online if he wanted to. A fake name would have to suffice, if only for the next hour or so. He had called himself Dragon. She needed something just as fun.
Winter looked around quickly, and she spotted a coconut lying beneath one of the palm trees. She smiled. That would do.
“Coconut,” she said.
“Okay,” he nodded. “Coconut it is.”
She kissed him again, silencing him. Oh, he was delicious. She reached between them and started stroking his cock.
It was hard and thick and velvety, and Winter loved the way he felt in her hands. His cock was heavy as she held it, touching him there. He groaned as she squeezed him just right.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Dragon said.
“I just really love touching your dick,” Winter whispered.
She wanted more, though. It was crazy, but she didn’t care. She wanted him inside of her.
He was a stranger.
She kept trying to remind herself of that fact, but her pussy didn’t seem to get the memo. Her brain was screaming at her to be rational and logical, but she didn’t want to. She’d quit her job, and she’d had a bad day, and she was being offered something incredible: sex with a gorgeous stranger.
Uh, yeah.
Winter wasn’t turning that down.