by Lucy Lyons
Ryan ran his hand through his hair and his face drew tight with tension. “This place is as good as any. The location is remote and few people come here. The only people who live here are the majordomo and a couple of maids.”
His obvious distress melted some of her anger away. Okay. He was trying to protect her. Ryan was facing things he never had to before. Still, that didn’t give him the right to kidnap her.
Or was it his distress? His smoky musk filled her nose with its intoxicating fragrance and it became difficult to remember why she was angry at him. Ryan put his arms around her waist and drew her to him and she did not resist. She should and knew it. But at this moment the comfort of his arms and the nearness of his body calmed her and chased away her jangled nerves.
“What you do to me,” he breathed in her ear. “All I want to do is take you to bed and keep you there day after day.”
“That’s a little silly, don’t you think?” she said. Or she wanted to say that. Instead she mewled and pressed her body against his. His stiffening shaft pressed into her thigh and all she wanted was him.
“Steph, Steph,” he whispered in a husky voice. He pushed up her skirt and brushed her mound with his fingertips as she whimpered. Her heartbeat quickened as pleasurable tingles gathered and swirled through her body. His fingers found her entrance and stroked her soft petals and when he thrust them in her she gasped. Ryan was just too good, too damned sexy to say no to at any time and despite them standing in a field where anyone could show up she wanted him. Now.
Steph kissed Ryan with all the passion in her soul. “I’ve got to have you,” she husked.
Ryan swept her into his arms and walked a few steps to a where a rocky outcropping gave them a small measure of privacy. He lay her down in the tall grasses and gave her a smoldering gaze that sizzled heat through her body. She didn’t know if she could stand another minute without him inside her.
“Ryan,” she pleaded in a throaty whisper. Steph pulled up her shirt and fingered herself through her lacy panties and gasped at the pleasure she drew from her fingertips. He dropped to his knees and pushed hers apart.
“That is so hot,” he said as he watched her slip her hand underneath the lace to her folds.
“I can be hotter.”
She slipped her fingers inside her entrance.
“Oh, god,” said Ryan. His face flushed and he pulled at his cock with his fist.
“Take me, baby,” rasped Steph. Her voice quavered as she spoke. “I need you.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Ryan
With the pleading looking in Steph’s eyes and him between her legs as she pleasured herself he lost all self-control. The woman was beyond sexy. She was everything he ever wanted in a woman. All thoughts centered on taking her, every inch of her around him pulsing in need. His cock throbbed between his legs as he imagined her writhing and moaning under him. Reason fled as the need to possess her overtook him.
He surged forward and grabbed her hand with his and pulled it above her head, and used the other to guide himself to her sweet entrance. A throaty gasp escaped his lips as first the head then the rest of his cock slid into her wet heat. He leaned forward and took her mouth in a raging kiss, tongues tangling, breathing hard and moaning.
She bucked against his hips asking for more and he let go of her hand and held his body up by his two arms and thrust into her. She moved her hips in time with his meeting him thrust for thrust and the intensity of their mating mounted. Her core clenched around him as he pulled back and received him eagerly when he pushed forward. As Ryan melded with Steph his balls tightened and pulsed with the rush that signaled his oncoming orgasm.
Her mouth opened as her body slammed hard against his urging him to spill his seed within her. Ryan trembled in holding back. He wanted to make sure she had her pleasure first.
“Come on, baby,” he gasped. “Come for me.”
He jammed into her again and again, fighting for control, yearning to lose himself in this woman not just now, but for all time.
“Ryan,” she cried as she pulsed around him, calling him to let go.
He did. The force of his explosion ripped all thought from his mind and he flew into a place where there was no space and time. He felt connected to all that there was but especially to Steph who burned like a shining beacon in his mind. Her intelligence, her courage, her strength of spirit wrapped around his as if they were one person. At the moment, he understood what it meant to love. He and she were part of each other, and there could be no separation between them ever again.
Slowly his vision cleared and he smiled at the woman below him. He bent and kissed her gently.
“Wow,” she said.
“Yeah, wow,” he affirmed.
“I mean. That was so intense. I saw stars.”
“I hope so,” he said with a grin.
“But—” and she stopped as if the words caught in her throat.
“But what?”
“Is that some freaky dragon magic? I mean the last thing I wanted, er expected was that we’d have sex in the middle of a Scottish field without caring who could watch us. I mean I couldn’t stop myself.”
“I’m no expert in this, but I think that’s what happens when two people love each other.”
“Love?”
Instantly he grew concerned. With the connection they shared he was sure she felt the same way. Did she or was that an illusion born of his lust for her? No. Though he desired her, he wanted so much more than sex. He wanted everything with her, being with her, conquering the world together if that is what it took. Ryan wanted no other woman by his side. Ever.
“I love you, Steph. And my dragon’s heart tells me I’ll love you forever.”
“Then heaven help us, Ryan. I love you too.”
He let go a breath he didn’t realize he held.
“Good,” he grinned. He stood and offered his hand to hers. “I suppose we should get to my castle.”
“Castle,” she snorted. “A dragon and a castle. Can we be any more cliché?”
“Nope. Especially when the dragon has a damsel in distress.”
She hit his arm playfully. “I’m no damsel. And my only distress is that I’ll never remove the grass stains out of this skirt and I’m going to be walking funny for a couple days.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Are you?”
“And don’t be proud of yourself for that either.”
“Okay,” he smiled. “I’ll keep my gloating to myself.”
“You damn well better.”
“Well, let’s get going.”
“Wait. You can’t walk to the castle like that.”
“What am I supposed to do?”
“Here,” she said. And she reached under her skirt and pulled out a silky sheath and held it up to him.
“What is this?”
“My slip. My mom is an old-fashioned gal. Insisted that I wear a slip. It’s a habit now. Thank goodness my mother had a couple. At least it will cover the essentials.”
Ryan took the garment with doubt in his eyes but stepped into it. Steph helped to settle it on his hips. It was a tight fit and the sheer silk left nothing to the imagination. He looked down at himself.
“This is ridiculous.”
“They wear kilts here in Scotland. Call it a French kilt and leave it at that.”
“A French kilt? Is there even such a thing?”
“Nope. But wear it with pride and people won’t question you.”
“I don’t know how much pride or dignity I can have wearing what amounts to a silk skirt.”
“You’re a tough dragon. You can take it.”
Steph picked up her stilettos that slipped from her feet during their lovemaking and they walked to the castle. Actually, it was a stout turret with a large building built at behind it. The slip had a curious effect and rubbed his cock sensuously as he walked arousing him again.
“Gee. Put that thing away,” complained Steph.
“Can I help it if my cock likes
silk?
“Here,” she said pulling off her sweater. “Hold this in front of you.”
“How about if I wear it?”
“Your shoulders are too broad. It won’t fit.”
“What about this?” He draped it over his hip and knotted it the side. “See? French kilt.”
“Your fashion sense needs work.”
“Hey, I’m only working with what I got.”
“You got a lot to work with,” she said with a sly smile.
“Thanks,” said Ryan.
“Just don’t go gloating about that either.”
“Nice to know you don’t have any complaints.”
“Except for that walking funny thing.”
“You seem to be walking just fine. In fact-” Ryan made a show of checking out her backside, “you are walking mighty fine.”
They stepped through an arch that was part of a wall surrounding the turret. They entered into a paved courtyard. The curved outer wall merged with the front of the house on either side. There was a large double door in the middle of the facade of the building and two large picture windows on either side.
“Ouch,” said Steph as she stepped on a rock.
“Can’t have that,” said Ryan and he lifted her into his arms.
“Now wait. I can put my shoes on.”
“Nope, we are right here.” Ryan took a few long strides and deposited Steph on the lowest of the stone steps that led to wide double door. He took the rest of the steps and rang the doorbell.
They waited for long minutes until the sound of lock was heard in the door. It opened to reveal a short and portly, balding man.
“Mr. Kaur,” said the shocked man in a snooty English accent.
“Simmons. Good to see you. And this is my fiancé, Stephanie Brooks.”
“Ms. Brooks,” said the man neutrally. “Pleasure to meet you.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you too,” said Steph as she put her shoes on her feet.
“Have you had some trouble, sir?”
“Why?” said Ryan.
“Your clothes.”
“Oh. That. French kilt. Lost my shirt when I took it off to get some sun.”
Simmons gave him an incredulous look.
“At night, sir?”
Ryan looked up at the starry sky. “Well, at least I won’t get a sunburn.”
“And where is your car, sir? Did it break down?”
“No. We took an Uber. We asked the driver to let us off down the road so we could stretch our legs. Long flight.”
“Yes,” affirmed Steph, “long flight.”
“An Uber in this part of Scotland?” asked Simmons with doubt on his face.
“Simmons, are you in the habit of questioning your employer?”
“No, sir. It’s just that we had no word.”
“Then let us in, get the maids to draw us a bath in the large tub, and get us some food. I’m famished. What about you, Steph?”
“I could eat.”
“There, the lady is hungry, too. Are my and my mother’s rooms ready?”
“As always, sir.”
“Good. Steph, darling.” He held out his hand she took it. They stepped into an atrium where the walls were paneled wood. Ryan led her up a staircase of polished wood and down a hall to the second floor. When they got out of earshot of the majordomo she punched his arm.
“Hey,” he protested.
She glared at him. “When did I become your fiancé?”
“Um,” said Ryan. He wasn’t thinking when he said it but it sounded like a good idea.
“Um is not an answer.”
“You don’t want to be my fiancé?”
“I didn’t say that. But a girl likes to be asked.”
“Does she now?”
She grunted in frustration. “What am I going to do with you, Ryan Kaur?”
He knelt on one knee and looked up into her eyes. “Steph Brooks, will you take a bath with me?”
She smacked him in the arm.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Steph
Steph thought she could get used to taking luxurious hot baths in large stone tubs. And most definitely she could get used to having the sexiest man on the planet between her legs showing how long he could hold his breath while tonguing her clit. She bucked her hips forward and his tongue slipped inside her. She panted because they had been doing this for the past fifteen minutes, with Ryan breaking for air every couple of minutes. The tease, release, tease, release was driving her insane.
Despite the fact she sat immersed in water sweat beaded on her forehead. Ryan broke the water again, and shook his head splashing water droplets on her. He rose and sucked the tip of her nipple causing a shock of electricity to surge through her.
“Ryan,” she whimpered. “Please.”
“Please?” he said with a smirk. “I thought I was pleasing you.”
She splashed water at him.
“You know what I mean,” she said.
Ryan lifted her up with his strong arms and she shrieked. He lowered her to his lap and rubbed the underside of his straining shaft between her pussy lips.
“You are a wicked, wicked man,” she rasped. What he was doing felt good but she wanted more.
He pulled her closer and nibbled on and behind her ear. “Baby,” he whispered. “Big bad lawyer. I thought you take what you want.”
“No, actually. We are taught to negotiate first, and then go for the jugular.”
“Mmm, well we can negotiate,” he said seductively.
“On what?”
“Let’s say you marry me and I’ll fuck you now.”
“Fuck me?” she said incredulously.
“You prefer ‘making love?’”
“On second thought, I’ll go straight to taking what I want.” Before he could stop her; she gripped his cock, rose up and put it at her entrance. She let the head go in, then backed off.
“Oh fuck,” he said dropping his head to the lip of the head. “You’re killing me.”
“You’re a dragon and immortal, so I highly doubt that.”
She held him to the petals of her entrance and dropped on his shaft slowly, inch by inch.”
“You are a tease,” he complained.
“Uh huh,” she said rocking sliding up his cock and down again.
“You feel so good,” he rasped. “Fuck. Stop teasing.”
“And start pleasing?” she said.
“Yes,” he rasped.
She loved having him inside her. He filled every inch and touch places that shivered pure pleasure through her. Steph started a rocking motion that elicited groans from Ryan. The throaty sounds he made sent shivers down her spine. He gripped her ass cheeks and urged her to move faster.
“Greedy,” she teased.
“Yes,” he said. “I want all of you all the time.”
She placed her knees on either side of his. “Then get ready, mister.”
She stared deeply into his eyes and lowered herself on his shaft. Steph sighed as he filled her. She lifted herself delighting in the sensation of his cock searing her with his passion.
Damn, woman. Ryan’s words rang inside her head and his rising excitement merged with her own. All he knew and experienced he shared with her in one explosion of thought. It was too much to process at once but she felt all he felt. Steph saw how beautiful she appeared to Ryan, how his breath caught when looked at her, his abject terror of losing her. There was no doubt in her mind how much he loved her despite the short time they were together. His dragon’s heart knew from the first moment he saw her that she was his mate forever and always.
She picked up the pace and the intensity of her strokes and they rose on a shared every nerve ending laid open to jolts of sizzling energy. Together they climbed, their breathing ragged, and broke apart in white heat.
She fell against him and they sat like that in the cooling water as they come down from their lovemaking.
“That was amazing,” Ryan said stroking her re
d hair. “Now let me ask you a serious question.”
“What’s that?”
An urgent rap on the bathroom door interrupted him before he could ask what was on his mind.
“Sir, I think you should come out here,” said Simmons through the door. His voice was muffled and Steph could barely make out what he said.
“We’ll be a few minutes,” called Ryan.
“Sir, this is important.”
Ryan sighed. “We just can get a few minutes alone, can we?” he murmured into Steph’s ear.
“I’ll stay right here,” she said lazily.
“Mr. Ryan, sir,” said Simmons more urgently after a few more raps on the door.
Ryan stood with water dripping from his lean body and grabbed a towel.
“Just a minute.”
“He sounds upset,” said Steph standing after Ryan. The majordomo’s voice was not calm unlike the first-time Steph saw him and this made Steph take notice. Warning bells trained into her a Marine went off. She rubbed herself furiously with a towel and then put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that Ryan brought her before he got into the bathtub. She drew on the hoodie and canvas mules grateful that Ryan’s mother was the same size as her.
Ryan finished dressing the same time she did, and he opened the door. Simmons stood outside his face pale.
“Sir. There are some gentlemen to see you.”
“What gentlemen?” questioned Ryan.
“They didn’t say sir. They wait in the atrium.”
Ryan and Steph walked the hallway and then halfway down the stairs when they spotted two men. Ryan froze in his tracks.
They’re dragons.
How do you know?
I smell them.
What do we do?
Run. Up the stairs now! There is a ladder in the hallway that leads to the roof. Get to the roof and I’ll meet you there.
But what about you?
I’ll meet you there, he said firmly in her mind.
But-
No buts. I know you are an ass-kicking woman but you can’t go up against a single dragon, let alone two.
Hurry then.
I will.
With trepidation clenching her stomach, Steph retraced her steps. At the top of the stairwell she leaned over the railing and looked at Ryan, arms crossed and sensed that he was holding them off with talk to give her time to get to the roof.