Dragon's Lair (Wind Dragons MC #1)(5)

After putting a helmet on, I get on the back of his bike, wrapping my arms around his stomach. I can feel his taut, rock hard abs properly now under his thin t-shirt. Definitely an eight pack.

I’m in ab heaven!

We ride for about half an hour, finally pulling up to a hotel. Spending all that time pressed against him has left me achy… and wanting. Never once in my life did I think I’d have a chance with Dex. I’d locked him away in my ‘never going to happen’ fantasies, but here I was. And I was going to make the most of it.

As we walk inside, I realize something.

“My car…”

I just left it there, completely captivated by Dex. I didn’t even think.

“I’ll handle it,” he says, in a low husky voice. “Just give me the keys.”

“Okay,” I reply, my voice cracking a little. He checks us into a room and holds my hand until we get to the door. He unlocks it with a swipe of a card, then gestures for me to enter. I walk in and take in the room. It’s spacious, with a king bed, couch, and a TV. It’s a nice room, not a cheap one. I’d know, since my mother only stays in the best of the best whenever we go on family holidays.

“Come here,” he says, sitting on the bed and pulling off his shirt. I do as instructed, going to sit next to him.

“You sure you want this?” he asks, running his finger along my jawline. Goosebumps appear on my skin just from that touch.

“I’m sure,” I tell him, shifting on the bed. He nods once, a thoughtful look on his handsome face, then he taps his hands on his lap. Before I know what I’m doing, I sit on his lap, straddling him. When he kisses me, I don’t stop him. He feels too good, smells too good, and I want to forget.

More than that, I want a taste of this man.

We both stand, and he strips off my clothes slowly, taking his time.

“Your body is f*ckin’ amazing, you know that?” he whispers as he stares at me completely naked.

“I’m glad you approve,” I reply with a smirk. The way he’s staring at me right now… I don’t think I’ve ever felt so beautiful in my life.

My eyes follow his hands as he undresses himself. His body is impressive, all hard angles and ripples. My mouth waters.

Naked, he turns and leans down to pull a condom out of his wallet. The dragon’s face tattooed on his back is staring right at me, its body coiled tightly behind it. It’s beautiful, intricate, and deadly.

Just like the man standing before me.

He faces me once more, tearing the condom packet open with a flash of his white teeth, and sliding it on. He’s huge. I’ve only ever been with Eric, but I notice that Dex is a lot bigger in width and length. He flashes me a grin when he sees me staring. Too turned on to care that I was caught ogling him, I lick my lips instead. His eyes darken. Leaning over me, he gently pushes me back on the bed. He kisses my lips with no preamble, his tongue exploring my mouth. He knows what he’s doing, just how to turn me on. I moan into his mouth as his finger slides into me. He makes a sound deep in his throat, a growling sound. I’m more than ready for him as he slides himself into me with one smooth thrust. His patience clearly over, he thrusts deeply, a curse leaving his lips. His body shows me just how much I’ve been missing out on, his skilled moves giving me more pleasure than I’ve ever experienced before. I come once, twice, before he finishes himself. He kisses me on my forehead once before he pulls out. I sit up and frown, when I notice the look on his face. He looks angry.

“What is it?” I ask, my voice hoarse and unsure.

He clears his throat. “Nothing.” He stands up and heads out of the room. I get dressed quickly, wondering what the hell I just did. I’ve never done anything like this in my life. I needed to get home—right now. Dex comes back into the room, condom taken care of, and lies back on the bed with his arms stretched behind his head. Not a care in the world.

I reach down to grab my clothes.

“What are you doing?” he asks, looking over at me in amusement.

“Getting dressed.”

He sits up and pulls me back onto the bed. “Not done with you yet babe.”

His mouth finds mine, and I lose all rational thought.

*****

“I’ll take you home. My friend Tracker will bring your car to you,” he says the next morning, not looking at me.

“Okay,” I say, awkwardly waiting while he dresses. I fiddle with the hem of my top, looking around the room distractedly. I got up before him and took a shower, waiting to leave. He wasn’t making this awkward at all, but I am. He is obviously familiar with this situation, while I am officially doing my first walk of shame. Last night had me feeling off-kilter. Did I imagine the connection between us? Last night wasn’t f*cking. It was meant to be, but it didn’t feel like it. I don’t know what to think. Dex is acting like it was nothing, so I am imagining things. I only have Eric to compare him to. Maybe Eric and I just didn’t have any passion. Is that what it was? Passion? I don’t regret anything though, not even a little bit. Last night is something I will never forget.

“Faye,” he says, drawing my eyes to him.

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay?” he asks, standing before me now fully dressed.

I force myself to hold eye contact. “Yeah, I’ve just never done anything like this before,” I admit, looking away shyly.