He groaned, and he almost corrected her. He would have given anything to hear her say his real name.
She can, you big dumb-dumb. Just tell her.
Paris pushed away all thoughts of his dragon.
“Good,” he said, kissing her softly. “Good, because I want you, too.”
I am going to mate her, with or without your permission, his dragon roared as Paris walked Corinne backward toward the bed.
He didn’t hear the beast. All he could hear was Corinne’s heart, calling to his.
Chapter Four
Corinne
Thomas brushed the straps of her top down her arms, before latching on to the soft skin between her neck and shoulder. He nuzzled before biting her. He quickly dropped a few kisses to soothe away the sting, repeating the same process on the other side. She wasn’t sure how he had managed to get her top off of her without her noticing, but she was topless in front of a stranger.
Not that Thomas felt like a stranger. Corinne had the weirdest notion that she had known Thomas her whole life. She had the sensation, deep inside of her, that they knew each other.
He wasn’t a stranger. He was a kindred spirit—an artist just like her.
Her nipples were pebbled and perky in an embarrassing way. He had only kissed her a few times, but Corinne knew she had soaked through her panties, ready to go. She should stop him, she knew that. She wasn’t the type to have a one-night stand.
Not that there was anything wrong with that.
She just shouldn’t.
Thomas could be anyone.
He could have been sent to spy on her. To bring her back.
She knew that wasn’t true. It was only her fear talking. When she looked into the depth of his green eyes, she couldn’t see any malicious intent there. All she could see was a man, who was as desperate to kiss her as she was desperate to kiss him.
“What are you thinking?” his whispered against her lips.
“How bad of an idea this is.”
He chuckled against her lips. “I know, trust me. I know. I really shouldn’t be here, touching you like this.” His thumbs tweaked her nipples, making her moan.
“Exactly,” she agreed. “This is only going to complicate my life. And I really don’t need that.”
“I feel the same,” he said before capturing a nipple in his mouth. He sucked gently, nipping at the bud with his teeth.
Corinne gasped, arching her back to give him more of her. “Then maybe we should quit while we’re ahead.”
“Your tits taste like heaven,” he growled, before diving for her other nipple.
She panted his name, clenching her legs together, desperate for pressure against her aching clit. She didn’t want him to stop. With only his mouth on her breasts, Corinne was half ready to come. Though she knew it was a bad idea, it felt too wonderful to tell him to stop.
“Thomas,” she whispered. “What if we agree to one night, and then we never see each other again?”
He smiled at her, but there was a heavy sadness in his eyes. It was a new shade of green she hadn’t seen yet. He cupped her face in his hands, before kissing her softly. The embrace quickly deepened when he licked the seam of her mouth.
“One night,” he repeated. “Then, I need to make it count.”
Corinne nodded, because that’s all she had the energy to do. Especially when Thomas cupped her ass and brought her to the edge of the bed. He was peeling out of his jeans, and Corinne tried to do the same.
“Stop,” he ordered. “If we get one night, I get to strip you out of your clothes.”
“That’s hardly fair,” she argued. “You took off your own clothes.”
“That’s because if you lay your hands on me right now, I’m going to blow my load. I want to do that when I’m buried deep inside of your wet, hot pussy.”
“Oh,” was all she could say, because that’s what she wanted, too. She had never been one for dirty talk, but when it came out of Thomas, in that deep voice of his, it was erotic as hell. He could say all the naughty things he wanted.
Thomas brushed her hair back, his eyes glued to hers. “But before I even get to that, you’re going to come all over my tongue.” Proving his point, he knelt between her legs.
Corinne shook her head. “I mean, you can try, but I’ve never been able to…” Shit. Why was she admitting this to a stranger? No matter how keyed up she was, she shouldn’t be divulging her lack of sexual experience to Thomas.
“Able to what, Corinne?” he asked, as his hands drew a pattern on the inside of her thighs.
She shook her head. “Never mind.”
“Has anyone ever eaten your pussy before?” His voice was heavy with lust, making her shiver.
She nodded. “I just can’t…you know…”
“You’re saying you can’t come when someone goes down on you?”
She nodded again and was surprised by the smile that overtook Thomas’s handsome face.
“Well, that’s because whoever has been there didn’t know what the fuck they were doing.”
Without letting her say anything in response, without any warning, Thomas pushed her down on the bed and pushed her bent knees into the bed until she was spread wide and open for him. Corinne knew she should be embarrassed by how wet she was.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re drenched, love. And I’ve barely touched you.” He inhaled deeply. “You smell absolutely divine. I’m going to make you come with my tongue, Corinne. I am going to stay right here until you scream my name.”
“No pressure,” she giggled nervously.
His eyes caught hers, and she saw nothing but honest desire burning in the depths. “There is no pressure, love. All you have to do is lie there and focus on how good I’m making you feel.”
As if to prove his point, Thomas dragged his thumb through her wet folds, spreading her wide. Before Corinne could have another thought, his tongue was brushing against her clit. Softly, at first, in nothing more than gentle strokes. She could feel all of the attention he was giving every single inch of her. He even traced around her clenched core with his fingers, teasing her with what was surely to come.
Corinne was in her own head, and she felt incredible, but also horrible. There was no way a man she didn’t even know could make her come in such an intimate way.
“Stop thinking so hard,” Thomas instructed between swipes of her wet core. “Just feel me, feel my tongue lapping all of your delicious juices.”
She nodded and closed her eyes, letting her hand go into his thick, dark brown hair. The strands were all mussed up from their heavy kissing, but he didn’t seem to care at all. He continued licking her clit, sucking the hard nub into his mouth before nipping softly at it. His fingers were back at the entrance, dipping shyly inside of her.
It was a lot.
Thomas’s tongue, his fingers, his groans of appreciation.
He was relentless. He didn’t give up, but kept on licking at her like she was nothing more than the most delicious treat he had ever had. It did a lot to assuage her.
Corinne was feeling so much pleasure that she forgot to be self-conscious about how she smelled or how she tasted. All that existed was Thomas, and his amazing tongue, and his questing fingers.