Cowboy Dragon Page 7

  “If I take you upstairs, I’m going to keep loving you until you can’t take any more, Marian. And you’ll just have to live with the fact that you’ll never want to let me go.”

  Part of her knew this was true just by the way she reacted to him, the way everything was so wonderful she’d beg on her hands and knees just for one more taste.

  The other part of her knew he was just a being a cocky, presumptuous bastard.

  “Then take me, Harrison.” She wasn’t going to wait a moment longer. Not when the thought of them both naked and panting together was burned into her mind in anticipation.

  She was whisked into his arms in an instant, and he growled against her skin as he squeezed her ass and she pressed herself against the thick bulge in his jeans, teasing her with anticipation.

  Whatever happened tomorrow, she was going to live tonight.

  Even if it meant being with a cowboy, she’d take that risk just to be with Harrison.

  11

  Harrison was at the top of the stairs and striding into his room in a matter of seconds, kicking the door closed behind him as he lay Marian down on the bed rough enough that she bounced a little against the giant mattress.

  The little wildcat had already undone most of the buttons on his shirt on the way up. But as much as he wanted to go slow, take his time with this sassy woman until she was a writhing mess on his bed, he needed something else even more desperately.

  He needed to taste her.

  She was at the edge of the bed, legs hanging over as he shoved her shirt up and kissed down her soft belly, moving down the curve of her hip. Her hands were splayed out at her sides, brown hair fanned around her like a halo, eyes closed in pleasure as he sucked her skin, then played with her belly button as he undid the button on her jeans.

  Following his lead, she kicked off her boots, which tumbled onto the floor even as he slowly slid her zipper down, revealing pink, satiny panties.

  Of course they were pink.

  She sighed as he played with the edge of the thin fabric, in awe at the perfect, womanly shape of her as he drew her pants lower, down to her ankles.

  Marian looked down just as he happened to be licking his lips, but he ignored the surprise in her eyes as he spread her legs and placed them to rest over his shoulders.

  “Something wrong? Already changing your mind, missy?” He kissed the inside of her thigh, and she writhed, legs dangling helplessly past his shoulders, giving her no way out from the pleasure he was going to drown her in.

  “No. Just, no one’s ever kissed me, well… you know.” She was blushing from embarrassment, so cute and sexy at the same time.

  That explained the surprise in her eyes, Harrison supposed.

  He knew human men were shitty lovers. But as much as the thought of her past experiences made him boil with jealousy, he was set on rocking her world, inside and out.

  And as much as he wanted to stay distant from her, focus on just the physical, he couldn’t deny how badly he’d wanted her. Not just her body, but her entire soul.

  Mate, his dragon rumbled, but Harrison ignored it. This was a one-time deal, nothing more.

  Mate, it said again stubbornly.

  “You already made the deal with the devil, Marian.” He kissed upward, getting closer to the apex of her thighs, feeling her muscles twitch and shiver in response. “Time to pay up.”

  She moaned loudly as he licked up her center, over her underwear. Then he placed little kisses over her center, teasing her until she was gasping before he stimulated her clit with his tongue again and again, the wet fabric doing little to dull her heated response to him.

  But after a minute, even the panties were too much separation between him and what he wanted, and while she wasn’t looking, he carefully hooked a claw through the side of the fabric, slicing it and pulling it aside so he could kiss her directly.

  She was too turned on to even notice. Good. He wanted Marian wet and breathless and desperate before he finally buried himself inside her.

  Her entire slit was wet, and he sucked on her clit now as her moans got faster and closer together.

  Then she was coming, thighs squeezing against his neck and shoulders. He just kept her steady with his hands on her hips, teasing her with the tip of his tongue as she cried out in release.

  When she slumped against the bed, he was already working over her again, making tiny circles around the small, defined nub.

  “Harrison. My God.” Her words were husky, eyes rolled back as he lapped at her center relentlessly. But even his hands were hungry for her, sliding up her sides and pushing her shirt past the cream-colored bra she wore so he could squeeze Marian’s breasts while he licked her senseless.

  Her hips bucked against him as he pressed his thumbs into her nipples over the thin fabric. But there was nowhere for her to go except into his mouth, and he went back and forth between squeezing and licking until her pulse was racing and her hips were rocking into his mouth to the rhythm of his tongue.

  “So close. Closer.” Her hands were grasping her hair, head flying side to side as she tried to hold on.

  “Come for me, baby,” he muttered between fevered kisses, and Marian immediately did so.

  She arched so hard almost her entire body came off the bed, and Harrison looked up with satisfaction as he watched her come with abandon.

  He just licked his lips, watching her shake with release as her fingers and toes curled and she whispered his name between ragged moans.

  This was a sight he’d never tire of in his entire life, that was for sure.

  She finally relaxed against him, and he slid her thighs off his shoulders, standing above her as he lapped up the last bit of her wetness off his face. Too tasty to describe.

  “Damn, that’s fun.” Her gaze widened as she pushed herself higher on the bed. Her face and chest were flushed, even her lightly tanned skin unable to hide her reaction to him. “But there’s plenty more of you that I aim to enjoy before the night’s through.”

  He crawled onto the bed above her, loving her disheveled, half-naked look. But he needed to see all of her, every inch of skin.

  Harrison helped her pull her shirt off, tossing it aside as he kissed over her chest, just over the tops of her breasts that weren’t hidden by her bra. But a moment later, that too was gone, leaving her completely bared to him, all curves and soft skin, making his cock throb against his jeans at just the sight of her.

  “You are unbelievably hot.” He was already taking one breast in his hand, squeezing as his mouth sucked over one nipple for a moment before pulling back. “Thought you’d like to know.”

  “I’ll bet you say that to every woman.” Even as she tried to sass him, she was utter putty in his hands, and Harrison sucked a little harder just to punish her for her rudeness, making her gasp loudly.

  “Don’t believe me, then. Doesn’t change what I see when I look at you.” Both thumbs caressed her exposed breasts, pressing the rigid points at their centers as she writhed beneath him.

  “You can’t really mean that.” She forced her gaze open to look at him, hazel eyes full of heat and wonder and uncertainty.

  Damn every person that had ever made her feel like less than a goddess over her life. Damn every one of those fuckers to hell.

  He’d erase every word of self-doubt in her mind until she saw what he did.

  The most beautiful, strong, amazing woman that ever existed in the whole wild world.

  “You calling me a liar, Marian?” There was a teasing smile on his mouth as he looked up at her, hands still kneading the soft skin on her chest as she sighed. “I don’t take kindly to such rude accusations.”

  “Says the man that tried to drive me off his land while lying about his real name to me, Mr. Drago.” She shot him a glare, eyes creasing as he reached a hand down between her legs, poising over her center.

  “Didn’t trust you then. You hadn’t earned the right to my name yet.”

  “How about now?” She was tak
ing long breaths, chest tightening as he drew out the anticipation of the moment.

  He leaned over her, bringing them face to face. His hat, which had become loose after all the oral sex, fell off to the side as they stared each other down.

  “You could just about ask me anything, and I’d probably oblige you.” His grin turned hungry as he took her in, unable to focus on anything but the rise of her chest and a small vein throbbing at the base of her neck.

  “How about you stop making me crazy with waiting?” Her full lips parted as his finger got closer, hovering so near to her clit he could feel the warmth emanating off her body.

  “Done.”

  At that, he kissed her roughly just as his finger slid over her center, and she groaned a muffled, harsh sound against him. Her hands gripped his shoulders, pulling him closer until they were chest to chest, only his arm separating them slightly as he stroked and stroked until she was nearly there.

  But he still kissed her, devouring her mouth, thrusting in with his tongue even as he pinched her clit just enough until she orgasmed with such force he had to pull back so she could suck in a breath of air.

  She latched onto him like a cotton burr, wrapping herself around him as she screamed in pleasure while he held her.

  He’d gone to the edges of the frontier and back. He’d seen storms wash mountains away and seen lightning split trees a century old down the middle in an instant. He’d seen the sun rise and set a million times in a million different ways.

  And none of it compared to Marian.

  Nothing had ever made him feel so alive.

  She slowly relaxed, releasing him as she looked down at the jeans he was still wearing, and she had the audacity to lick her lips.

  He got off the bed and tore off his button-up before grabbing his undershirt by the hem and pulling it up and over his head, feeling her gaze on him as he did.

  And when he undid his pants and pulled the rest of his clothes off, she looked like she was about to come right there.

  Harrison supposed having such a strong, big body was now good for more than just being an expert cowboy.

  As long as she wanted him the way he wanted her.

  He moved to get back on the bed, when she ahemed and glanced to her side at the Stetson lying on the bed.

  “You’re fucking kidding me,” he said playfully, so hard from watching her arousal he could barely contain himself anymore.

  “I mean, you asked what I wanted back at the bar…”

  He grinned, unable to help smiling every time she outmaneuvered him. He grabbed the hat, threw it on, then folded his arms. “Happy?”

  She hummed in satisfaction. “Very.” The glint in her eyes only got hotter as they settled down on his hips.

  “You don’t actually want me to do this with my hat on, do you?”

  “Of course not. I mean, not that it would be bad, but I wanted the mental image either way.”

  “You really are something,” he said with a raw chuckle as he took his hat off and threw it away where it landed somewhere on the floor. He was strung so tight, so hard from the effect she had on him.

  “So are you, Harrison.” Her smile was warm as he grabbed a condom from his jeans and pulled it on, then positioned himself between her legs on the bed. She was practically glowing from exertion and pleasure.

  He slowly thrust into her as she widened her legs farther to accommodate his sheer girth. She gasped, eyes flying back in her head as her sheath tightened around him, barely fitting him in all the way.

  He knew he was big, in every way. But he was surprised to see how perfectly they fit, how someone so small could be so tight yet just the right size, tensing as she slowly relaxed.

  “So full. So big.” She was already gasping, and he hadn’t even moved yet.

  “Just breathe, honey.” He leaned down and placed tender kisses up her neck, propping himself up with one arm while his other hand cupped her cheek.

  “C… coming,” she exclaimed, and her pussy clenched around him as tension exploded inside her, and Harrison had to clench his teeth just to not come along with her.

  Marian screamed his name loudly, and he was glad he hadn’t heard anyone come back from the bar just yet, because her cries of pleasure were all his.

  She was huffing and already building toward another release by the time she relaxed, and Harrison pulled out slowly, thrusting into her, making delicious friction send sparks all up and down his arms as he seated himself in her.

  “Yes. Faster.”

  “Hold it for me,” he muttered, focusing all his energy on pleasing his woman, going the right speed that would make her moan or bite her lip or do any of the thousands of tiny things that showed him exactly how good it felt for her.

  He was building a library of “things that make Marian hot” in his head with each second. One he had every intention of adding to more and more with time.

  For several minutes, he moved inside her, going faster then slower then faster again, claiming her lips with hungry kisses as her hands clawed his back desperately, rubbing her breasts across his chest as they each pulled the other closer and closer, to the very edge.

  And each time he came all the way into her, Harrison could feel a growing force building and building within him that was more than just physical, more than just the heat of the moment.

  “Just a little farther,” he said, feeling his throat tighten and his legs ache from the tension. Marian just gritted her teeth, green and brown gaze full of heat even as each thrust seemed to push her past her already-near limit.

  When she came with him, he wanted it to be so explosive, so perfect that she’d never think of another man in her entire life.

  Even if what they had for now was only temporary.

  The slick sounds of their bodies colliding got quicker, the crickets outside feeling far off now as all he felt was hot breath and sticky bodies and Marian’s pleasure reaching a fever pitch.

  Then, with one more thrust, he felt her finally come beneath him, her legs squeezing around his back where they were hooked at the ankles, her back arching as she froze for a second, mouth gaped open.

  At the same moment, everything inside Harrison went white hot like metal in a furnace, and he wrapped his arms around Marian so he could hold her close.

  She screamed in release, shivering from head to toe as her hands dug into him, the sensation barely noticeable in comparison to the powerful jerking of his cock inside her and the way his core locked like he’d been wrestling with an electric fence.

  Even as he tried to pretend it was just physical in his head, there was something supernatural about the whole thing as he pumped his hips into her a few more times, making Marian’s voice raise even higher in her release as she came and came and came some more.

  For a full minute, the bed was a blur around him as he just held her until she relaxed in his arms with a satisfied sigh. And when she looked up at him, calm and happy, the sight was almost enough to make him reconsider all the thoughts he’d ever had about being a solitary dragon for the rest of his life.

  She could never want him because of what he was, though. Because of the life he lived as a cowboy. She’d said as much herself, and he hadn’t made empty promises to her because this was the one person he never wanted to lie to or lead on ever again.

  But he was determined to rock her world regardless.

  He leaned down to kiss her one more time, knowing it was sappy but unable to help himself, before he slowly withdrew and went to the bathroom to clean up. By the time he came back, she was already gathering her clothes, assuming perhaps he would want her gone.

  “Where’re you going?”

  “Oh… uh. That was amazing, Harrison. Mind-blowing.” There was a hint of worry, like she thought she wasn’t leaving the room fast enough for him. “I just assumed that you’d want me to leave.”

  “Sit your ass back down.” He pointed at the bed, and she laughed nervously, dropping her things and sitting in the middle of
the bed, still naked and sexy and turning him on all over again. “I may not be asking for your hand in marriage, but that doesn’t make me a philandering bastard.”

  “A philander-what?” She relaxed, smiling earnestly as he crawled onto the bed.

  “Get over here and let me hold you.” He almost did a double-take at his own words, then corrected himself. “At least until sunup.”

  Harrison wrapped an arm around Marian, pulling her back and ass against him as he spooned her from behind. The air was warm in the room, so they just relaxed on top of the covers together, sated and happy.

  “Thank you,” she whispered, her hand holding his forearm that encircled her.

  Harrison wanted to correct her on that, tell her thank-yous were for favors and neighbors, not a proper response to the hottest sex he’d ever had in his entire life.

  If anything, he should thank her.

  But as she sighed against him and started to drift off, he kept his trap shut and instead just focused on the gentle feel of her chest rising and falling and the way her soft hair tickled his neck and chest.

  And deep inside him, he felt a powerful surge of protectiveness the likes he’d never known was possible, rumbling with a growl that promised fire and brimstone on anyone who dared threaten this tiny, frustrating, perfect woman.

  Perhaps his dragon had finally found the one thing in the world it would never, ever want to let go of.

  If only such a thing were possible.

  12

  Marian was jolted awake by a distant sound, and she looked around her, not recognizing the room for a moment before last night’s adventure came back to her in a flood of sensual memories.

  She looked over her shoulder. Harrison was on his back, chest and arms bare, sleeping soundly.

  So last night had really happened, hadn’t it?

  Was it alcohol? No, definitely not that. She’d had all of one beer. And even though she was a lightweight, one beer was barely enough to give her the courage to try an unfamiliar item on a restaurant menu, yet alone have raucous, mind-blowing sex with a near stranger.