Page 26 of Dragon’s Midlife Secret Baby (Shifter Nation: Enchanted Over Forty #1)

He closed the door and lifted her T-shirt up and over her head, revealing a pale pink bra.

He admired the smattering of freckles on her chest before he slipped her pants down over her hips.

His dragon was going wild within him, knowing that he truly had his mate back.

This luscious woman, with her bountiful curves and passionate heart, was his forever.

His body buzzed with excitement as he released her bra and made the heavy globes of her breasts bounce as they adjusted to the change in support.

He’d planned to undress her completely first, but that proved too much to resist. He bent his head to pull one into his mouth.

The skin was so soft, and the bud hardened as he claimed it.

Chelsea’s body sagged slightly as she laid her head back and braced herself on his arms. She moaned when he ran the width of his tongue slowly up over her, and she sighed when he made a spiral from the inside to the outside and back again.

Experimentally, he sucked hard and was rewarded with a gasp.

Those sounds were driving him wild, feeding his craving for her.

He held her with his right arm clasped around her lower back, but his left hand moved down along the delectable softness of her belly and into the thin fabric of her panties.

She was hot and wet against his hand, making his flesh react almost violently in his pants.

Beck made long, slow strokes, revving her body for all that was to come.

Her legs twitched and she arched her body toward him. She held tightly to him, her body weakening under his efforts. Her fingers curled into his hair and clenched hard.

Hearing, seeing, and feeling her react to his touch like that was incredible.

Beck was making her delirious with delight.

He splayed his fingers and pressed his palm against her, rubbing in a slow circle.

Her knees buckled, but he held her firmly against him as he brought her to her crest, watching as waves of surrender broke and crashed.

Finally, she opened her eyes and clamped her hand firmly around his wrist.

“Too much?” he asked.

Her dark irises were ablaze. “Never.” Chelsea whipped his shirt off. She yanked on his pants before she remembered they had to be unbuttoned first. Her hands were hot against his skin as she removed his boxer briefs and pushed him toward the bed. “How’s this for making new memories?”

He sat on the mattress, looking up at that gorgeous body of hers.

Her breasts made his mouth water all over again, but he also loved the generous curves of her hips.

Stretch marks dappled her lower abdomen like light on water, a visual reminder of all she’d done for him in bearing his son.

Beck could easily make a game of finding every little freckle on her body.

Her thighs were strong and supple, and he ran his hands up the back of them until he held her luscious backside. “It’s certainly a start.”

He pulled her down on top of him as he lay back, and she laughed as she landed on top of him. It was so good to hear that, to know she was just as happy as he was that they were back together, just as they were supposed to be.

Bracing her legs on either side of his, she lowered herself just enough to touch his arousal. Chelsea glided herself slowly along his length, back and forth several times before she took hold of him and braced him at her entrance.

The long, slow pressure of sliding into her was as blissful as it’d been the first time and every time since then.

When they were interlocked like this, their arms and legs intertwined, their bodies together, he knew they were right where they belonged.

They moved in a rhythm that needed no music but only the knowledge of what brought the other pleasure.

Chelsea put her hands on either side of his head and held her body over him, angling herself as she rocked her hips. A trembling rose from deep inside her. It was almost imperceptible at first, delicate enough that Beck wasn’t sure, but then it grew stronger.

He rubbed his hands up her thighs and settled them around her hips, confirming their connection with every motion.

The trembling increased another notch, and he wanted more.

He wanted all of it. Beck moved his hands further up, adoring her body and making sure she knew it.

He held the weight of her breasts in his hands, and her hips pressed even harder against him.

It’d been sexy as hell to see her come at the touch of his hand, but he wanted to feel her reach that peak around him.

He had a feeling he knew what would do it.

Letting go of her breasts, he reached around her back and up her shoulders.

He buried his fingers in that blazing red hair, making sure to have plenty of it in his grip before he pulled steadily back.

“Yes,” she gasped, her eyes rolling and her body convulsing.

“Yes, just like that.” Her core became molten lava around him as she rocked and swayed, taking what she needed but giving him so much more.

It was the most beautiful thing he could imagine, his mate over him, feeling this way because she was with him.

She rippled and twitched against his shaft, bringing him along for the ride.

He pressed hard with his hips as a second wave hit her, and they rode it out together.