I Married a Dragon: Para-Mates, Book 2 Page 14

  Ooh, I so liked being the lady of the manor. But hopefully that didn’t mean we’d have seventeenth-century sex. I’m sure that kind of boring bed antics was all well and good back then, but I wanted hot, lusty, carnal sex of the twenty-first century. Hell, I’d even explore further into the next millennium if possible. But I figured there was no harm in playing along. I delicately laid my hand in his, tipped my head in acknowledgment and let him help me into the water. I tried not to gasp and failed.

  “Is it too hot?”

  Although I was sure my foot was probably scalded red, I wasn’t about to put a kibosh on this lovely evening. Besides, I was already getting used to the heat—kind of. Keeping my gaze on his, I did my best to act alluring and sexy as hell when I lowered my generous self into the waiting warmth.

  Kaine smothered a smile. “Seriously, Chrissy-doll, if it’s too hot I can cool it down.”

  I ran my gaze from the tip of his head to his feet and back up to stop at his fully erect cock. “Don’t you dare, Kaine Delcaluca. I want it—and you—as hot as possible.”

  “You, my dear, are incorrigible and I love it.” He stepped into the tub, sat across from me, then handed me a glass of champagne. “I flew this bubbly in from my vineyard in France. I hope you’ll approve of the vintage.”

  I sipped the drink and the champagne lived up to its reputation as a nose-tickler. The smooth liquid ran down my throat and into my empty stomach. From the bath water, to the drink, to my hunky hubby, everything was perfect tonight. “Well, to be honest, I’ve never been much of a drinker. Much less champagne. Even the cheap stuff was way beyond my budget. But don’t get me wrong. I like it. A lot.”

  This time I basically gulped the lovely liquid down before I realized how uncouth I probably appeared. I wasn’t ready for Kaine to realize what a bumpkin he’d married, so I forced myself to sip when I wanted to chug.

  “Chrissy-doll, I know what you’re thinking.”

  I’m thinking how much I want you to go down on me right now. Trying to act cool and calm, I kept the thought to myself and hoped the glimpses I sent toward his nether regions would tell the tale. “Are you saying you can read minds?” Sure. Why not? Seemed like everyone else could. Kaine, are you hearing my thoughts right now? If so, say ooba-dooba.

  “Only those whose minds I know well.” He finished his drink, lifted the bottle from the sterling silver bucket and refilled both our glasses. “Like yours.”

  When did I empty my flute? I frowned at the glass, then shook the question away. Who cares anyway?

  “Okay, swami, what am I thinking?” I grinned, ready for the punch line.

  Kaine motioned for me to turn around. “Come here first, then I’ll tell you. I want to wash your back.”

  I know it’s hard to believe, but I’d never had any man wash my back before this. The closest I’d ever gotten was having Uncle Luther scrub me down when I could still fit in the kitchen sink. So not the same thing. I floated—yes, I said floated because that’s how terrific I felt—over to him and tried not to slosh water onto the floor. Scooting backward, I placed my ass against his front and sighed when his dick slipped perfectly against the crease between my buttocks.

  “You’re thinking you have to act all proper and sophisticated with me.”

  The sip I’d taken spurted from my mouth and I hastily wiped it off my chin, hoping he hadn’t seen. He hadn’t said “ooba-dooba” but now I had to wonder again. Could my hubby really read my mind?

  “Honey, you never have to worry about acting a certain way around me. I love you exactly the way you are.”

  If the hot water hadn’t already nearly melted me, his words did the trick. I literally hummed with delight.

  Kaine reached for the large sponge on the edge of the tub, dipped it into the water and poured a generous amount of soap on it. Using one hand to hold up my hair, he urged me to lean forward and started rubbing the sponge on my skin, circling and circling outward in slow, blissfully agonizing movements. I closed my eyes, enjoying the pampering and swore right then and there I’d never take another bath alone.

  “Mmm. That feels so good. All that’s missing is music,” I murmured.

  I heard a snap of his fingers and soft instrumental music filled the air. “How did you do that?” Giggling, I tried to turn to see him, but he held me in position. “What’s your trick?”

  “Oh, I have lots of tricks.”

  “I’ll just bet you do.” I smiled and leaned forward more, letting him run the sponge along my spine to meet his eager shaft. He paused, then resumed bathing me, gliding the sponge to each hip and back to the center.

  “You’re going to lull me to sleep if you don’t watch out.” Yeah, right. Fat chance of that happening with his gloriously huge appendage teasing my ass.

  “Oh, really. Trust me. Sleep will be the farthest thing from your mind.”

  The touch of his lips, his tongue against the nape of my neck, woke me from my trance and I straightened my back, ready for action. “Oh, Kaine.”

  Keeping the sponge in one hand, he skimmed both hands around my torso and tugged me closer. His breath tickled my neck, sending shivers through me and he rested his chin on my shoulder. He worked his hand slowly, sinfully over my breasts. Although the water was still warm, I felt a different kind of warmth—an even hotter one—rush between my legs. My first climax broke free unexpectedly, shaking me.

  “Easy, Chrissy-doll. I have so much more I want to do to you.”

  Hot damn. “Then do it to me, Kaine. Do whatever you want to me.”

  He dropped the sponge and cupped my breasts. Rubbing my tits, he bounced them, making them jiggle.

  “Having fun, big guy?” I laid my head back to rest on his collarbone.

  “Actually, yes, I am. Are you?” He blew into my ear, then raked his teeth down my neck to bite the curve between my neck and shoulder.

  I placed my hands over his and pressed, encouraging him to be rougher. “Harder, Kaine. I want you to squeeze them hard. You won’t hurt me.”

  “I don’t want to cause you any pain.”

  “You mean with your supernatural strength?”

  Suddenly, he went rigid, stopped his fondling.

  “Kaine?” I tried to turn around, but once again, he held me firmly in place. “Did I say something wrong?”

  He relaxed, hugging me to him. “No. It’s nothing. Ignore me.”

  “Are you kidding me? How can I ignore…this?” With a lecherous smile he couldn’t see, I reached behind and wrapped my hand around his dick. He and it jerked in surprise. Although it was a bit awkward to do, I managed to glide my hand along the length of him until the side of my hand bumped against his mushroomed cap. Pushing him against my ass slit, I moved my hand back and forth, rubbing him against each cheek.

  With a groan filled with frustrated desire, he let go of my breasts and walked his fingers over my stomach—suck it in, girl!—to the mound below. His arms fully enveloped me, making me feel safe and diminutive. A very good trick, by the way.

  Kaine fingered his way through my hair and parted my folds. I sat up a little straighter, wanting to make it easier for him to reach me.

  “I’m going to make you come, Chrissy-doll.”

  “Uh, in case you didn’t notice, you already have.”

  He chuckled. “Then again. With my hands.”

  Oh, hell, yes! Just telling me what he planned to do was enough to trigger another small O. I spread my legs, opening wide to his unspoken command.

  It’s incredible, but even though I knew what to expect, I was still unprepared for his touch on my clit. If I hadn’t known better, I would’ve sworn a flame, like the flame of a match, danced on each of his fingertips. Heat flowed over my clit, over my pussy, spreading into my abdomen. I cried out from the amazement and the sensation of it, and gripped his legs straddling my body.

  “Omigod. What— I mean, how the hell— Omigod, what are you doing to me?”

  The fire kept moving upward, moving through m
e until it reached my nipples. Stunned and overwhelmed, I looked down and saw sparks spitting out of my nipples. “Holy crap!”

  “Close your eyes, Chrissy-doll. Just close them and enjoy.”

  “But—omigod—there’s fire. I saw—”

  “Close them.” His forceful tone calmed me as nothing else could have. Instantly, the panic starting to take hold of me fled, leaving behind only the lust. I moaned, raising my hand to grab him by the neck. Pulling me against him, he nipped my skin and continued the fiery exploration below. My hand around his cock matched his quickened pace on my clit. The stroke of his tongue over my ear, the tender bites on my neck stoked the fire inside and, I swear, the one outside me. At this point, I went beyond thinking.

  Orgasm after orgasm racked my body and I shuddered, making small waves in the water. I shouted, grasping his dick harder than I should have, than any normal man could’ve endured. But he didn’t say a word.

  When he finally lifted his hand from me, I found I had no strength and I slowly melted against him. “That was amazing, Kaine. What did you do?”

  “Nothing compared to what I’m about to do. Turn around.”

  I opened my eyes, and with his help, managed to squirm around to face him. Taking his face in my hands, I assumed we’d be sharing a post-coitus kiss. You know, a little cuddling after the loving. Boy, did I have that wrong.

  Instead, Kaine met my kiss with a force of his own, his tongue diving into my mouth, licking up every taste I could give him. I moaned and, incredibly, felt the tug of desire again. Still, after what I’d just gone through, I figured he’d have to do most of the work. This Georgia girl was plain tuckered out.

  When I thought I couldn’t hold on any longer, he broke the kiss and I took a much needed breath. Moving from my mouth, he trailed his kisses along my shoulder, then dipped to take a nipple into his mouth. Slowly, repeatedly, he tugged my tit, using first his sucking and then his teeth to keep it in his mouth. The man knew how to work my body, churning my desire.

  I arched up and held the breast higher for him. “Bite me, Kaine. A little pain is always good.”

  He answered by bringing up the other breast, then moving back and forth between them, sucking, nipping, biting. I braced my hands on his shoulders and dug my fingernails into his skin. Urgency slithered through me, slowly bringing my strength back to life. But still Kaine had to do most of the work.

  Grabbing my ass with his hands, he lifted me, spreading my legs to straddle his as his legs had done mine. “Kaine, seriously, I’m not sure I have it in me.”

  The corners of his mouth tipped upward. “Oh, yes, you do.”

  For a moment, I wondered about the lack of a condom, but figured my pill would be enough this time.

  He plunged into me, driving deeper than he’d ever gone before. I gasped, unable to do anything more. He pressed my breasts against his chest and rocked against me. Hot water sloshed around us, making waves high enough to splash over the edge. My core spread wider, opening to allow him to go deeper, harder.

  He drove his cock home like a rigger drilling for oil. I gushed over him, my juices mixing with the fire burning between my legs. I was wild, free, and strong.

  “You feel so tight.” He gritted his teeth and panted against my shoulder. “So very tight.”

  “I want to see your dick coming out of my mouth. Harder, Kaine, harder.”

  He kept rocking against me, but took my face in his hands to question me. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  My nails dug in more. “You’d never hurt me. I know that with everything I am.” Screw Sabrina and every other woman who lusts after my man. He’s all mine.

  He slid down into the water until only the tops of his shoulders were above the splashing waves. Impossibly, I took him deeper inside me.

  I wanted him more than ever. Without thinking about what I was saying, I begged him. “Make the fire again, Kaine. Make me burn.”

  My plea unleashed the beast inside him and he roared his answer. His cry echoed around the bathroom, reverberating off the walls. I closed my eyes and shouted after him, connecting with him in our cries of love.

  “Chrissy-doll, open your eyes. I want you to see what we can make together.”

  I did as he asked. Steam billowed around us, cloaking our bodies in the fog. I laughed, no longer afraid of what might happen. The steam thickened, becoming a tangible entity. I reached out with my tongue and licked it, tasted it, enjoying the texture.

  When I finally glanced down, I saw what I knew couldn’t be real.

  The water we moved in boiled around us. Bubbles popped with the sound of sizzling moisture. And yet, nothing scorched us, no blisters reddened our skins. The water churned around us, sending more steam to cover us, but all I felt was my lover’s shaft pushing into me, his hands moving to my hips to keep me on top of him, his mouth on my taut nipples.

  Kaine continued to plunge into me time after time, relentless in his quest to have all of me.

  My body tightened, readying for yet another release. How many had it been? I had no idea, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was Kaine.

  “Don’t be afraid.”

  Why would I be afraid? Needing to see his face, to seek the answer in his eyes, I opened mine and inhaled a sharp breath. Astounded, I stared at the wonder around us.

  Fire burned. On top of the water. At the edge of the tub. Around Kaine’s shoulders and face. Dancing over my arms up to my head and into my hair. Flames licked our bodies, and yet nothing burned.

  “Kaine?” I should’ve been terrified. Logically, I knew I should have. I should’ve jumped away from fire, away from the tub, away from him. But I wasn’t afraid. Somehow, some way I knew nothing could harm me while Kaine held me.

  I looked to him for an explanation, my gaze locking to his. Brilliant golden eyes sparkled back at me, tiny orange-red flames playing against the gold. Instead of the answer I sought, I found more questions.

  “Chrissy-doll, don’t think. Just feel. Just see what can be.”

  The trance that held me kept me firm in its grip. I nodded, panting as I moved with my husband. I watched, mesmerized, and clenched the walls of my cave around his cock. Slowly, an image appeared in the smoke around us, swirling to form a shape of something familiar yet unknown. I held my breath, squinting at it, until it finally grew solid enough to see. What I saw rocked me more than Kaine’s powerful thrusts. My husband, a wide smile covering his face, stood holding a baby, his other arm wrapped protectively around me. Yet even though the vision was startling enough, it was my reaction that blew my mind.

  Forgetting the fear that had always lived in my heart, I knew with absolute certainty that I wanted that vision to be real.

  “Kaine?” I whispered, afraid to speak too loudly and ruin the moment.

  “You see it, don’t you? You see what can be.” He ran his hands along my back, reassuring me that what I saw could be our truth. “You see what will be.”

  Yet as much as I wanted to believe at that moment, the snake of my terror began winding its way through me again. I shook my head, fighting the invisible snake and closing my eyes against the impossible smoke-image.

  “I love you, Chrissy-doll. Let me love you.”

  At his words, I opened my eyes and concentrated on his face. “I love you too, Kaine.”

  Grasping my back, he threw back his head and yelled his release.

  I had no choice. Connected to him physically, mentally, emotionally, I had no choice but to answer his call. I cried out, matching his sound and climax with my own.

  Honey, About Your Friends…

  I woke up in bed the next morning with a smile on my face. Who wouldn’t? I hadn’t gotten any answers for all the questions plaguing me, but I’d sure gotten a whole lot of something else wonderful. I snuggled into the comforter and wrapped my arms around myself. Damn, but the man was great in the sack and in the tub.

  But what about what I’d seen? I tugged the comforter under my chin and suddenly p
ictured Kaine holding the baby—our baby—in his arms. Last night, I’d actually wanted the vision to be real—at least at first. Now, however, I knew better than to focus on something that was an impossibility. I ran the idea out of my head, instead focusing on the pleasant sensations still quivering inside me. For once, girl, don’t try to analyze everything. For once, just enjoy.

  However, the gloriously sated feeling soon left me. The empty side of the bed taunted me, forcing me to throw back the covers and swing my feet over the side way before I wanted to. Kaine had obviously started his morning without bothering to wake me. But that could simply mean he was being considerate, right? Then why couldn’t I shake the idea that he’d snuck out before I could question him about last night’s heated romance? Had my hubby actually lit a fire under me?

  Heated was right. My body started getting hot again just thinking about the sex we’d shared. But seriously. What about the flames? Had I drunk too much champagne? Possibly. But that much? Or was it all a trick of Kaine’s? Maybe my hubby really was a closet magician. I grumbled, unwilling yet unable to keep my thoughts from going the other way. Maybe I’m delusional? It isn’t the first time I’ve seen or thought something off-the-wall lately. But go figure, I was less inclined to believe I was losing my sanity.

  Questions from the start of my marriage sent chills that iced the warmth out of me. Swiftly the questions came, but my mind couldn’t keep up with them much less put answers to them. Purposely, I strode over to the writing desk and did what I always did whenever I was stumped. I wrote a list, noting one curiosity (Yeah, I’m sugar-coating it) at a time.

  1. Fish-monster at the lake. What had my soon-to-be husband killed at Lake Lanier the night we’d met? I hadn’t been prepared, had been startled in fact, and I hadn’t gotten a good look at the thing. But I did remember this much. I’d never seen anything like it. Of course, I wasn’t an expert regarding fish and the like, so maybe if I did a thorough Internet search I could find something resembling it. After all, every time I visited the Georgia Aquarium I saw new and odd-looking creatures. I resolved to get going on the research as soon as possible and blew out a relieved sigh. Makes sense. I placed a check mark beside number one. Good. One nagging incident down, more to go.