He squeezed her hip and eased her nightshirt down, pulling her away from him in the process. “I’m sorry.” He put his forehead to hers and closed his eyes. “I messed up. I was supposed to wait until you initiated intimacy. I’m rushing things.” He kissed her softly on the top of her head.

She wanted him. She really wanted him. She could feel how much he wanted her right back, yet he was respecting her wishes. Or at least, what he thought were her wishes. “Wait.” She huffed out a breath. “No sex, but we can fool around.”

“Are you sure?”

“Definitely. I don’t think I’ve ever been hornier in my whole life.”

“Me neither.” He kissed her softy, his lips soft against hers. “What do you want? How do you want it?” He pulled her onto his lap, so that she was straddling him. His massive cock was flush against his well defined abs. She was sufficiently covered by the shirt.

A shiver ran down her spine. No one had ever asked her before what she wanted. “Um.” She took her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Tell me,” a deep growl. “What do you like?”

If this was happening, it was happening right. Candy grabbed her hem and pulled her shirt over her head.

Torrent snarled. “Fuck!” He stared at her chest. All out gaped. “I need to touch you.”

He was asking for permission? How refreshing. Normally guys just groped her. They had paid after all. It was like she belonged to them and not in a good way. She was more like a possession than a person. Oh shit! He was waiting for her answer. “Yes. You can touch me.”

He cupped her breasts, squeezing and kneading them. Then he grabbed her mound. “You have a thin strip of hair.”

“Don’t dragon females have hair down there?”

He shook his head. “I like pussy hair.” He cleared his throat. “I like your pussy hair.”

“Thanks, I think.” She moaned when he touched her opening.

“Mmmm.” A deep rumble. “You’re soaking wet. Were you dreaming about me… us?”

She nodded. “I’m surprised I didn’t call out your name.”

“Were we fucking?” His nostrils flared.

She nodded.

“Was it good?” His eyes glinted. “It had better have been good.”

“Yes, it was amazing.”

“Did you like me inside you?”

“Yes.” Her voice was breathy. “A little too much.”

“Good.” He pressed her opening a bit firmer but without actually breaching her.

The need to ride his hand hit her hard. She managed to stay still after one small thrust of her hips.

“So damned receptive. Such a turn on. Now…” His eyes darkened as they narrowed them on her. “Tell me what you want. My mouth? My hand? All of the above?”

She felt her cheeks heat and rolled her head back for a beat.

“Tell me. I can see that it’s on the tip of your tongue.”