Page 24 of The Baby Dragon Cafe (The Baby Dragon #1)

Chapter 24

S aphira felt as though she was floating. She had suspected for some time now that she was in love with him, that she loved him, and when he had just said those words to her, she had felt like of course she loved him. It was the most obvious thing in the world.

She pulled him in for a kiss, opening her mouth against his, melting against him. A groan broke from his throat as he hitched her higher, closer against him. Her body pushed into his, every inch of her trying to fuse them together. She needed him, completely and entirely. She needed him, now.

She pulled away.

“Where’s your room?” she asked, breathless. His eyes burned with scorching desire.

“Are you sure?” he asked, voice hoarse. Her skin prickled. She was so glad she had taken tomorrow off from the cafe.

“Yes.” She pulled him in for another kiss.

He lifted her off the ground and she wrapped her legs around his waist, gasping at the contact. He nipped at her lips, making her pulse spike dangerously.

He walked her to his room, then set her down with great care onto his bed. She fidgeted, her body restless to be away from his, something he remedied quickly by kissing her again. The sound of their uneven breathing filled the space as they exchanged sharp kisses, each charged with longing and need.

“Off,” she said, pushing his shirt up. He pulled it off in a swift motion, and she stared, drinking in the sight of him, and then they were kissing again, his body pressing hers back into the soft covers.

She felt the muscles in his stomach tighten as she touched him, her hands greedily exploring every inch and contour.

His hands slipped under her dress, clever fingers moving along her bare skin, and heat poured through her. She made a desperate sound in the back of her throat as he tugged her dress higher, and she stopped kissing him long enough to pull it off.

With reverent hands he peeled away the rest of her clothing, and her heart pounded with urgency as she reached to undress him as well.

Then they were kissing again, all tongues and teeth and skin and nerves. Her blood roared in her ears, heart pulsing painfully.

She pulled him closer, a dreamlike haze coming over her as he touched her everywhere. Her skin burned as his fingers moved. She cried out, her entire body pulled taut with need.

Then finally his body came over hers, and the feeling was catastrophic, delicious, right. Her nails dug into his back, urging him closer, and he made a strangled sound in response. He kissed her desperately, hungrily, the friction between them frantic, electric.

Everything else faded away, until all that remained was the two of them; the feel of him as he pushed inside of her; his body and hers, moving together; the pounding of his heart; his lips; his hands; his skin.

Desire and delight—so much delight.