As he unbuckled his belt, he said, “Finally, after all the daydreaming, you’re right here in my arms.”
She sighed. “You daydreamed about me, too?”
“Every waking hour. The real woman is so much better. Hot, wicked, and sexy.”
Say something not stupid, Bliss. But she couldn’t think of a thing. Her mind was turning to mush and all she could do was feel. Ah, hell… thinking is overrated.
She grasped his zipper and heard the quick rasp as she yanked it down. She plunged her hand under the waistband of his underwear and tried to envelop his girth. He was too thick for her to close her fingers.
When he opened his eyes, they held a golden glow. She had seen that before, but was now the time to mention it? Hey, when had she ever held anything back? “Your eyes—”
Suddenly he flipped her onto her stomach. Then next thing she knew, her sweatpants were torn off and his pants soon followed them onto the floor. He lay on top of her and whispered, “Do you mind doing it this way again?”
She almost laughed. “Mind? Please do. Or should I say, ‘Do me, please’?”
“Relax,” he whispered in her ear. “Let me give you a massage first.”
“A massage? You mean, on my back?”
“I said I’d make it up to you.”
“Wow.” How many horny guys stop to give a girl a massage? “And after that?”
He chuckled. “Then I’ll lift you up and massage your front.”
“In that case… yes, please.”
Drake applied just the right pressure as he massaged her tense muscles all the way down her back on either side of her spine. Bliss turned her head to the side and relaxed in the warmth of his take-charge hands and fingers. When he reached the bottom of her spine, he kept going.
“Ah… that feels fantastic, even if you’re using it as an excuse to manhandle my butt.”
“It’s a big muscle. The gluteus maximus.”
“Hey, it’s not that big.”
He bent over and whispered in her ear. “Relax. It’s perfect.” Then he gave her right butt cheek a little smack and returned to working his way up from base to shoulders.
Despite the tiny sting, Bliss could have melted into the mattress.
After the thorough massage, good to his word, he lifted her onto her hands and knees and positioned himself behind her. He dipped his fingers into her core to test her wetness, but she could have told him she was plenty ready.
Without a word, he thrust into her and she welcomed him by pushing back and meeting him halfway. Being filled with him felt so good. So right.
He began his rhythm and added the promised massage to her clit. Pleasure spiked through her like an electric current.
“Ohhh.” She couldn’t think of anything else to say, but talking didn’t seem necessary at this point anyway. Instead, she rocked a little harder against him.
He leaned down and placed little kisses all over her shoulder. “You have the right name. You’re absolute Bliss.”
It seemed as if all she could do was drown in the sensations and moan her appreciation. A spiral of delicious pleasure was building within her. “I’m close.”
“So am I.”
They tumbled over the edge together. She screamed as she climaxed, and the orgasm lasted longer than usual.
“Oh, God,” she said when they collapsed. “Oh, God; oh God; oh God.”
“Yeah,” he agreed breathlessly.
Drake withdrew and turned her over. He gathered her into his arms and held her close while their panting breaths returned to normal.
She couldn’t have been more relaxed if she’d had a Valium. As Bliss was about to drop off to sleep, Drake said, “Bliss, honey. There’s something I need to tell you.”
“Now?”
“Yes. Before I lose my nerve.”
Chapter 11
Bliss rolled up onto her elbow and rested her cheek in her palm. “You have to go back to work tonight, don’t you?”
“No. I’ve worked all the overtime I’m allowed to for a while.”
Facing him and frowning as if waiting for a firing squad to be called in, she said, “Okay. Tell me.”
Drake propped himself up against the pillow so their eyes were even. “Actually, there’s quite a lot I have to confess to you, but if at any point it becomes too much, tell me to stop.”
“Confessions?” She flopped back onto her pillow. “Uh-oh. This doesn’t sound good at all.”
“There’s both good and bad.”
“Give me the good stuff first.”
He sighed. There wasn’t really anything good that didn’t start with something bad… oh, except possibly one thing.
He stroked her cheek. “I love you.”
The wrinkle in her forehead disappeared and her lips twitched into a smile. “I think I love you too—but I reserve the right to take it back, depending on what else you have to say.”
Oh, great. Someone who admits to conditional love.
He inhaled a deep breath. “Okay. Here it is… I told you before that I was a dragon. You laughed it off because, as far as you know, nothing like that exists, right?”
She smirked. “Well, of course dragons don’t exist. Oh, wait. Maybe they do. Let me go ask my unicorn.”
Drake rolled his eyes. “Okay, not unicorns. We know they died out when Noah couldn’t get them to come onto the ark, but why not dragons? Don’t you think they could exist?”
She stared at him for a few moments. “Are you saying you believe they do?” She reached out and felt his forehead. “You don’t seem to have a fever.”
He smiled. “I’m fine, honey. There are all manner of beings that have been talked about in legends, but how do you think those legends got started?”
“Um… in the old days people had big imaginations to answer their questions, instead of science.”
“Believe me, people back then were no more imaginative than they are now. And as for science, a lot of folks think that if they haven’t seen something with their own eyes, it doesn’t exist, but science has proven the existence of all kinds of things you can’t see. Tiny molecules, germs, plus planets so far away you’d never be able to see them with the naked eye.”
“Yeah, but… dragons? They’d be kind of hard to miss.”
“Not if they don’t want to be seen. And after all the talk of St. George destroying the last dragon, why would any unknown survivors come forward? Are they going to say, ‘Oh, hey, Georgie… Look, you missed one!’”
Drake thought about how his mother had kept him hidden for years, because they were safer with humans believing the extinction rumor. His great-grandfather had been that “last” dragon—or so the humans of the time thought. Most of his other relatives had been slaughtered long before that. Knights just loved to sneak up on and kill dragons. Then they’d brag about it upon their return to their respective castles.
Bliss faced away from him, as if talking to her furniture. “Damn. And he seemed so normal… even smart.”
He laid his hand over hers. “I can prove it.”
“You can prove dragons exist?” She chuckled. “How?”
“I can show you my alternate form.”
She began to pull her hand away, but he grasped it tighter. “Do you remember seeing my eyes shimmer?”
That stopped her momentarily. “Uh… yeah. I wondered about that. They’re green most of the time, like now, but I thought I saw them turn gold a couple times.”
“It’s what happens when I begin to shift.”
“Shift?” She shook her head slowly. “What are you saying?”