I bit my lip as I openly ogled him. He was tan from head to toe, and I wanted to lick every tan inch of him. My eyes ran down his chest, past his sculpted abs, to his glorious, jutting erection, and all the way down his long, muscular legs.
“You said you wanted me naked. Well, here I am.” His voice held a playful taunt. I practically panted.
“Don’t move an inch,” he told me, sensing I was about to jump him. Dammit.
Without warning, he started to stroke himself. I gasped. I was in for a doozy, if he was in this kind of a mood. He knew just what would drive me mad. I licked my lips. “I want to do that,” I told him. I didn’t even recognize my own voice.
His eyes were heavy-lidded, his lips sensually amused. “Do you? Is that really what you want?”
I nodded, then thought about it, and shook my head. He laughed, stroking faster and harder. “Tell me what you do want. Or I may just make you watch me finish myself.”
“I want you to take me against this mirror. I want to watch your eyes while you do it. I want it to be so hard, and so deep, that you wonder if you’re hurting me. But I want you to be so far gone that you don’t stop, even if you are.”
That did the trick. He was behind me, bending over me in a dizzying move. He pulled my head back by the hair, so I was looking up at him.
He didn’t hold back, ramming into me in that oh so smooth way he had. He thrust, again and again, and I could see my hair shifting through colors out of the corner of my eye. His eyes turned from playful to ardently serious, and he started speaking in a language that sounded like Gaelic. His voice was a deep lilt when he did this, and it drove me mad. How had I never learned to speak that language?
Tears pricked my eyes, then ran down my cheeks freely. What I wouldn’t give to have him love me again, the way he used to. That kind of love was addictive. I had simply known that, for him, the sun rose and set with my presence, and I had felt the same for him, though I had never been as good at showing it to him. Not like he had for me. Was that love he’d once felt still salvageable? Were we? I was terrified to ask. So scared that I knew I would run from the answer until it chased me down. And so the tears flowed freely down my cheeks, tears of hope and despair.
He moaned loudly. It was rare for him to get loud. It simply wasn’t his way. But he loved my tears. Some memory from long ago, he’d once told me, when my tears had moved him deeply. He said I’d been crying the first time he’d realized that he would love me forever.
He moved a hand to my face, the other still gripping my hip like a vise. He traced my tears with an unbelievably soft touch, never stopping his hard thrusts. He licked his finger, then bent forward and started kissing the sides of my face from behind, licking and sucking at my tears. That did it, and I came. He followed me, like he’d been waiting for my cue, which I knew he had.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Epilogue
When I came to again I was laying on a warm, hard chest. I could feel Dom stroking my hair. What had woken me? I couldn’t put my finger on it. A feeling, maybe. An instinct. A sound? I looked up at Dom’s face. His head was tilted back, his eyes open wide and staring at the ceiling, lost in some faraway thoughts.
A cel phone started ringing on the beside table. I lifted my head, glancing around the room, vaguely recognizing it as the room Dom had been using the last time I had been at the druid casino. The bed was different. “Did you get a new bed?” I asked him. He seemed to be getting more distant by the second, his face closing off completely as he continued to stare at the ceiling.
His mouth twisted. “I did. I tore the last one to pieces after I found out you’d been captured by the dragons.”
Oh. The phone stopped ringing for a few seconds then started up again. “Aren’t you going to answer your phone?” I asked him.
“It’s for you,” he said, his voice hollow.
I blinked at him. “I don’t have a phone. I don’t have anything, for that matter. This is the first place I’ve been since I came back from the dragon-trance.”
“It’s my phone. But it’s for you.”
“How do you know?”
“I just do. Are you going to answer it?” His eyes stayed glued to the ceiling.
It stopped and started again. I picked it up. “Hello?”
“Jillian, we’re in Summerlin. You need to get here, fast. We have a lead.” It was Caleb’s voice, sounding a little animated, for him. He was acting as though I’d been gone for a day, instead of seven months.
“How did you know I was back?” I asked carefully, glancing at Dom. He hadn’t moved a muscle.
“I have the casino under 24/7 surveillance. The pale dragon landing on the roof was a dead giveaway.”
I shot Dom a worried glance. “Do you think that’s a wise move? You do not want to f**k with the druids.”
I heard a snort through the phone, then Christian’s voice in the background. “Look who’s talking!”
I pushed up on my arms, becoming momentarily distracted by the sight of my gold hair trailing across Dom’s naked torso. I might have drooled a little. I’ll never tell. I shook myself out of my distraction.
“While you’ve been playing dragon, to fly around the world, we’ve been trying to find Lynn. We finally have a lead, so get your ass over here,” Caleb was saying impatiently. “We’ve got Luke spying for us, and he’s actually damn good at it. But he wants to talk to you before he goes back undercover. He’s insisting. Your sub is becoming a little too assertive here. It’s too bad we need him…” Caleb’s voice trailed off in a threat that I knew was directed at Luke, who I assumed was in the room.
“He’s not my-” I shot a worried look at Dom. He was still in the same pose, but his expression was positively arctic now.
Christian took over Caleb’s end of the phone, his excited voice making me smile. “We’ve missed you, girl. Especially Luke. He’s written you a stack of love letters that I read for you. For future blackmail purposes, of course. Chop, chop, Jillian. He’s dying here, and he’s been bloody helpful. He’s earned at least a kiss. Dinner and a blow job would be even more appropriate, considering that he’s been risking his life.”
I shut my eyes tight in annoyance, knowing Dom was hearing every word of this, and would take it all wrong. Christian knew Dom was with me, I was on his phone, but he just didn’t care. He liked to stir the pot. Damned instigator.