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  Clancy nearly fell off his chair but then leaned forward to match her posture as she looked into the fire. “What?”

  Billie nodded. “Yeah, it’s silly, right? I just never had time for any man in my life. I was happy just as I was. And when I came so close to the end of it, I realized I didn’t want to miss out on all the things I was missing out on because I was focused on my business.” She sighed, looking over and meeting his green gaze. “I don’t want to die a virgin. I want to experience all the things a woman can experience in this life.” Her eyes ran over his body, and she knew she was behaving wickedly, but at this moment, it didn’t matter.

  She wanted him, and she wanted him to know it.

  Clancy was frozen, his knuckles white where he was holding his hands together.

  “Then again, I’m sure some things aren’t on offer in exchange for the dragon talon.” She laughed a bit bitterly.

  Clancy looked over at her, then turned his chair to face hers and pulled her closer to him so they were eye to eye, knee to knee.

  He smoothed his hands over hers, which were resting on her knees. Then he smiled. “Not for the talon, no. But I want you. I think that’s obvious.” He sighed. “But I don’t want to hurt you. And I don’t want this to happen just because I’m Tucker Thompson’s descendant.”

  “It’s not that,” she said quickly. “I wasn’t thinking about him at all back there. When you saved my life, when you were pinning me down, you were just Clancy. I couldn’t think of any other man. How could I with you so close? You’re incredible, Clancy.” She didn’t think she could blush any further without exploding. “I was just thinking, ‘I hope I’m not gonna die because I haven’t had enough of this man.’”

  His face softened, but there was fire in his eyes as he reached for her, cupping the back of her neck with his palm and pulling her in for a kiss.

  It was hot, searing, flooding her body with sheer, molten need.

  He licked the seam of her lips, and she opened for him, gasping as his tongue thrust inside. Her stomach fluttered, her thighs clenched tight, and she grabbed onto the front of his shirt for balance.

  She never wanted him to stop kissing her. Every second his lips were on hers was pure heaven.

  He broke away, his hair falling sexily around his face and glinting in the firelight, and stood for a moment to reach down and pick her up in his arms princess-style.

  Then he sat down with her again, keeping her in his lap as he leaned down again to kiss her. This kiss was even deeper, and she squirmed against him as she wrapped her arms up around his strong neck.

  He smelled of pine and spicy maleness and felt like a whirlwind around her as he kissed her lips, her cheeks, her neck, gently and slowly, then becoming more urgent as if he needed to explore all of her. His hand reached for her shoulder, pushing at her shirt, and he paused, looking like he’d gotten carried away.

  His beauty was almost otherworldly as he watched her for a moment, and she knew she’d never feel about anyone else the way she felt about this gorgeous, rugged cowboy.

  Who also had a heart of gold.

  She probably couldn’t keep him, but for now, a night would be enough. Even a moment with a man like this could probably satisfy her forever.

  He stood then, and she smiled as his lips came over hers, and that electric intensity that always happened between them came back.

  She didn’t care about her museum or Tucker Thompson or anything else in her life.

  Everything else melted away as Clancy carried her inside to make love.

  11

  Clancy couldn’t believe what he was doing right now.

  He also couldn’t believe he’d been able to keep his hands off of Billie this long.

  Everything about her, from the way she smiled to the fun little dances she did when excited to her cute expressions when she was surprised or aroused, turned him on like no woman ever had before.

  He made his way up the stairs of his home, nipping at Billie’s ear, her neck, her cheek, watching as she looked up at him with such anticipation it nearly broke him.

  After all, he was a swamp dragon. Swamp dragons didn’t have mates. Or so he’d been told.

  My. Mate. His dragon growled, making its point for the thousandth time.

  They reached his room in moments, and he set Billie gently on the bed. The desire to be careful with her and the powerful urge to tear her clothes off and make her come right on the spot occurred to him simultaneously.

  How could any human, especially this cute, Wild-West-obsessed woman make him feel so many things?

  He pulled her boots off, and she responded by moving back into the center of the bed. Her curvy shape tantalized his eyes, her light-brown eyes sparkling with want that he, too, felt deep in his soul.

  “I can’t promise you forever, dearest.” He tossed his hat aside. “I can’t promise you that I’m something I ain’t.” Then his vest. And her eyes slowly went wider as they watched him. “Heck, I can’t promise that I haven’t already fallen for you in ways you can never know, Billie.” He undid the buttons on his shirt, one by one, then tossed it aside. “But I know one thing…”

  He knelt onto the bed, slowly moving toward Billie. He could see her pulse racing in a vein on her delicious neck. Could see the way she shivered as he came over her, trapping her beneath his legs, cornering her like prey he wanted to devour.

  “Tell me to stop now, or there’s no going back from where I’m taking you.”

  She gasped as he reached a hand behind her head to cup her neck, and her lips parted.

  “Wherever that is, I want to go there. With you.” Her voice was quiet, so quiet he could hear the crickets chirp outside.

  “Then you better hold on. ‘Cause I don’t do anything halfway. Especially not making love to the most beautiful woman in the world.”

  Dammit, if he wasn’t going to make her scream so loud it could be heard over in the next county.

  But then that thought made him jealous. She was his. His alone and no other’s.

  A nod yes was her response to him.

  And with a surge of emotion inside Clancy that was like a storm cloud cracking open over the prairie, he leaned down and claimed Billie’s mouth with his.

  This time, he didn’t spend precious moments with friendly pleasantries as their lips collided. Her lips were already half-parted, and his tongue thrust in to meet hers, sliding and stroking inside her mouth with all the desperation of a man stranded in the desert.

  And her moan against him as he thrust deeper? It was more precious than life-giving water itself.

  He’d die to have her all for his own.

  Clancy continued to pleasure her mouth, seeking out all her most sensitive spots before torturing them over and over until her hips were pushing up against the bed into his. But he was thorough, methodical. Anywhere that made her sigh or squeak or shiver would be found, teased, and licked until she came for him.

  He pulled away from her mouth, and she gasped for breath as he moved to her neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh there. Then he moved to her ear, nibbling along the outer shell before raking his teeth lightly over her earlobe.

  “Clancy. Oh…” She hummed, leaning into his mouth.

  But his mouth wasn’t enough. He needed to hold her. Touch her. Feel she was as real as the sun that rose each day over the Texas horizon.

  He’d never even dreamt he could have a mate. So waking up and suddenly having this wonderful, perfect woman wanting him as badly as he wanted her was like waking to a dream itself.

  His hands were on her hips, palms memorizing the angles of her curvy body. Then he pulled her shirt higher, tracing along her soft belly and then down her thighs still encased in the blue jeans she’d changed into.

  How wet for him was she right now? How badly did she want him?

  He popped the button of her jeans open, still using his tongue as if he could write “Property of Clancy” as he kissed and licked Billie’s neck and then down to her
shoulder. As soon as her zipper was undone, he reached into her pants and cupped her sex, satisfied by the wetness there that had already soaked through her red panties.

  She’d be so wet he could practically bathe in her desire by the time he was done with her.

  No person had ever been able to tempt Clancy like Billie did. Never. And even though the belief he was a playboy seemed to follow him everywhere he went, as long as people stayed out of his business, they could believe what they wanted to about him.

  When he sat up to undo her bra and take her shirt off, he could see Billie’s eyes taking him in, glancing at his pecs, his abs, then lower to the thick bulge pressing against his jeans.

  “Good. Look at me while I make you come. Watch me as I take control for you,” Clancy said with a growl as he took one of her breasts in the palm of his hand and squeezed it. Meanwhile, his finger began to stroke up and over her clit, causing Billie to mewl and buck against him with arousal.

  She did an admirable job of keeping her gaze on him while he started to go faster over her underwear. Then, even the panties were too much separation for his hungry fingers, and he pulled her underwear aside so he could play directly over her nub, her wetness making his finger glide easily as he stroked her toward her first climax.

  Even her nipples seemed to ache for his touch, forming soft peaks beneath his other hand as he squeezed and pressed his thumb over the centers. And when he leaned down to suck on one nipple, then the other, she gasped so loud he wondered how he’d lived a single day in his life without this perfect woman.

  For several minutes, he took his time getting to know her pace, paying attention to her heartbeat as it raced and the soft sounds she made as he went faster and slower and faster again.

  Then, as he saw Billie approach her limit, Clancy stroked quicker with his finger, needing to see her come.

  That, and his tongue was itching to taste that delectable wetness at the apex of her thighs.

  “I’m… comi—” Her expression tightened, and her words were lost on a desperate scream that broke free from her mouth as she immediately came.

  Clancy just watched, unable to blink or talk or even think as the erotic sight of Billie’s body arching beneath him with intense release filled his senses. Even her scent, like cherry blossoms and sandalwood, filled the room around him as she rocked back and forth with her orgasm.

  Never had he beheld such inimitable beauty.

  “Oh… Wow.” Billie gasped, catching her breath for a moment while Clancy let her.

  Then he hooked his fingers on her jeans and pulled the rest of her clothes off, leaving her naked and totally bare to his affections. The flush, which had only been on her cheeks and neck a minute go, was all the way down her chest.

  “Um… what’s next?” she asked, looking uncertain as to why he was spreading her legs and lowering himself to her center, and Clancy almost forgot she was a virgin.

  Things like that didn’t matter to him, after all. Clancy wanted her regardless.

  He smirked up at her from his position between her thighs. And when he licked his lips and the anticipation of sucking her off reached a fever pitch in his mind, Billie’s eyes flew open with sudden realization.

  “Let’s just say I’m going to have a little snack.” In reality, he was going to make a seven-course meal out of her clit.

  Then he lowered himself and licked the tip of his tongue all the way up her wet slit, and Billie groaned, her head flying back onto the pillow behind her.

  Just a taste, he thought to himself.

  Just a million tastes until she’s come so many times she needs a doctor to revive her.

  He guessed the Quickdraw Dragon just couldn’t do anything halfway. Not after waiting so long to be with her.

  It felt like his whole life had just been leading up to this moment.

  He couldn’t suppress the smile on his lips as he started to suck lightly on her clit, testing how sensitive she was. Billie’s thighs tensed beside him, and her arms shot out to her sides, clasping at the sheets as he kissed her and loved on her little nub.

  To help her, Clancy picked up her legs and placed them over his shoulders, allowing her to relax a little and deepening his access to her center. And in minutes, he had Billie crying obscenities as she came against his mouth, her hips quivering with powerful release that seemed to course over her body from head to toe.

  But he wasn’t done with her. Not by half. He wanted Billie relaxed and soaked before he buried himself inside her wetness and made them both come together.

  The air continued to warm in the room as he teased his mate up toward her release, then drew out the plateau before the storm with gentle words and soft kisses. All the while, his hands caressed her hips, her soft belly, her breasts, anywhere he could touch her.

  On the third release, she screamed his name, the sound of her voice reverberating through the entirety of his small home. On the next one, she didn’t say anything, just clenched her teeth and bucked against him so hard his big handcrafted bed creaked from the motion.

  As he started to work her up to another release, he looked up at Billie and smiled at the way her entire body glowed from the exertion of his loving.

  Then he brought a hand to her wet entrance and slid one finger in, thrusting in time with his kisses, giving her a taste of what he could give her. Surprisingly, she was able to relax quickly, and in no time at all, he had three fingers pumping into her wet sheath.

  “Yes, yes, Clancy, yes.” She sighed, lightly rocking her hips in to meet his fingers. As she got closer, he could feel Billie’s sex clench around him, even while his tongue continued to lave and lick her clit to the rhythm he controlled.

  When he looked up, her eyes were closed, and thankfully, her erotic words gave him no question as to whom she was thinking of while he pleasured her externally and internally.

  She came double fast, and Clancy watched with rapt attention. Seeing her come made him so hard it felt like he’d tear through his jeans, but he waited until the spasms of pleasure ripping through Billie slowly ebbed and relaxed.

  He slowly withdrew his fingers, then sat up on the bed. Then he licked each finger off, savoring every last bit while she watched with utter shock.

  It was his turn to hum. “Mm, delicious. Everything about you is, but I’d have to say this is my favorite,” he said with satisfaction.

  “How can you say things like that with a straight face?” she asked, covering her eyes with her hands in embarrassment, then parting her fingers to keep watching as he finished.

  He stood off the bed and pulled a condom from his back pocket, speaking while he put it on. “Out there, people know me as a charmer.” He knelt on the bed, and the way she licked her lips as she took in the sight of his cock made a jolt of something unfathomable go up his back. “In here, I’m being as straight as an arrow. I don’t say a thing I don’t mean, Billie.”

  “Maybe you’re just a charmer in the bedroom as well,” she said, looking uncertain for a moment, and he’d do anything to prove to her he wasn’t that person.

  He leaned down and kissed her cheek, then looked her straight in the eye. “I’m a man of my word. And on my word, I haven’t been with anyone in a long, long time.” Too long to even explain without giving his identity away. “Nor have I ever felt about anyone else the way I do you, darlin’.”

  Her expression went serious as she studied his gaze. Then she nodded. “I believe you. My heart says so.”

  And her accepting smile was just everything to the jaded, dangerous gunslinger he’d been his whole life.

  To the person he’d still been at Dragonclaw, long after he’d set down his weapons of war and turned to ranching for his living.

  “You have a beautiful, beautiful heart, Billie.” He lowered to kiss across her chest, to make a circle of kisses right around the place where her heart beat just for him. “As long as you’re with me, I’ll protect that heart. That goodness in you that I ain’t seen in another person fo
r as long as I’ve lived.”

  She relaxed beneath him as he continued to kiss her. And when he positioned himself at her entrance, the fire was back in her eyes, burning even brighter than it had before. The air was practically electric around them, and Clancy was careful as his tip teased her for a moment.

  Billie sighed, wrapping her legs around him.

  And then with a slow motion, Clancy thrust into Billie’s tight, wet sheath.

  For a moment, he let her get accustomed to his sheer girth, even larger than three of his fingers had been. But even though this was her first time, it didn’t take her much time at all before her tense expression relaxed into heady pleasure, and her eyes rolled back in her head from the sensation of it.

  “I won’t last long,” she said, breaths already racing. “It feels too good.”

  “Then let’s make it perfect,” he said, leaning down to meet her chest to chest, his hand on her cheek. And when she nodded, he started to move inside her, pumping his hips back then forth with slow motions.

  She moaned loudly, and Clancy leaned down to engulf her lips with his, stroking inside with his tongue even as their bodies collided with ever-quickening thrusts.

  Their connection was so close, so pleasurable, so intimate, Clancy was having a hard time holding back as well. His dragon roared, and it took all his strength to suppress the monster that urged him to claim his mate.

  He kept his lips sealed to Billie’s, kissing her as powerful emotions flowed between them. The slick sounds of their hips coming together and withdrawing filled the room, the only noise aside from Billie’s muffled groans.