Page 82 of Brushed By Moonlight

“Fuck.”

Yes, please.

But, darn. That wasn’t what he meant.

I moved my hands from his perfect, muscled ass to his shoulders, waiting.

“No condom. Problem?” he asked, barely stringing the syllables together.

Flustered dragonmade for a cute — and rare — look, and I barely hid a smile.

“No problem,” I assured him in equally simple caveman talk. Let his mind focus on what mattered — like picking up where he’d left off.

I was on the pill and blessed with a shifter’s hardy immune system — a huge perk, despite missing out on so many other abilities my ancestors had enjoyed.

He didn’t actually say,Whew, but his body practically screamed it.

I smoothed my hands over the lumps of his shoulders, then gulped. I wasn’t just in bed with any man. I was in bed with a dragon shifter. He could roast me, tear me to pieces, or kill me with his bare hands — the very hands gliding over my body right now.

A ripple of anticipation went through me, and I nudged his ass.

“Definitely no problem. Now, where were we?”

He grinned, making my breath catch. “Bossy, aren’t we?”

“You love it,” I muttered, grinding my hips against his.

His smile turned into a needy hiss, and a moment later, I was moaning again. Only seconds in, and this was already the best sex of my life, exceeding the previous high point — the flaming orgasm he’d given me a minute earlier. And if I looked further back in time… well, the performance of other men seemed laughably amateur in comparison.

“No…second…thoughts?” he teased, punctuating each word with a deep, hard thrust.

No thoughts at all, actually. My mind was blissfully blank, except for yowling for more.

I must have mumbled something along those lines, because he laughed — so hard, it rippled through every corner of his body. Yes, eventhatcorner, cueing me into another deep, long moan.

He grew serious again. Focusing. Thrusting harder and deeper.

I closed my eyes, then opened them, desperate not to miss a single sensation. But I might as well have been trying to catch every raindrop in a summer storm, because impressions cascaded aplenty, and I could only capture so many. The shooting stars in his midnight eyes. The sweat glistening over his skin. The searing grind inside.

“Oh…” I gasped, losing the battle to hide my delight.

A battle Marius was fighting too, judging by the way he kept his jaw clenched.

Up to then, I’d kept a tight grip of his shoulders, hips, or ass, trying to maintain a shred a control. But now, I was consumed by the burning urge to let go. One last scrap held on, though, stubbornly asking questions.

Could I trust him?

Yes — with my life, I sensed.

Would he hurt me?

My heart, maybe, if — when? — this all came to a crashing end. But I would have to share the guilt for that.

And as for hurting my body… Waves of ecstasy pulsed through my veins, crossing that question off the list.

I released his shoulders and stretched my arms over my head. I even closed my eyes, trusting myself to him and to fate.

“Yes…” I whispered as our bodies rocked together.