“They’re not contacts.” That’s what everyone asks when they notice them. One is brown and green, and the other is more blue with a russet starburst in the center. Heterochromia for the Win. “And for a dragon, you’ve got pretty eyes yourself.”
They’re a deep, clear brown that shimmer in the golden light of the desk lamp.
He frowns. “Dragon?”
I could kick myself for letting that slip, but oh well. “I was thinking you looked like a sexy beast that really hated being surrounded by so many people.”
He tilts his head, his expression almost predatory as he moves again, trapping me between his body and the desk. “A beast, huh?”
“But a sexy one. It’s a compliment.”
His hand is on my knee, gripping it like he’s afraid I’ll bolt. “Give me your name.”
“I’d rather give you something else.” I’m not sure what comes over me, but the combination of heat and amusement in his eyes is too much to resist. I snag a handful of shirt fabric and pull him down so I can reach him, nipping his lower lip before kissing him the way I’ve been wanting to since I saw him from the stage.
He tastes surprisingly sweet. He must have been drinking hot chocolate with a dash of Irish cream liqueur, because that’s what it tastes like when he parts his lips for me. That and something darker. Richer.
I’m a good kisser. I know this because I spent years practicing, and I’ve seduced both men who were on the fence and lifelong rainbow riders with my talented tongue. If youlove what you do, it shows in your work. So when he pulls back abruptly, expression unreadable while he pants against my mouth, I’m not expecting it. I can’t help but wonder again if I’ve miscalculated. Was he not coming on to me?
As soon as the doubt crosses my mind,he’skissingme, and everything changes. I forget all my usual moves. Forget where we are. Forget my name. He takes control without apology, and I give it to him without hesitation. It should terrify me, but it doesn’t.
I’m usually half the size of my partners, skinnier and slighter, but I’ve always taken the lead. This man handles me, dragging me off the desk and lowering us both until I’m straddling him in the nearest chair and clinging to him. I never cling.
“This is insane,” he growls against my mouth when I rock into him. Both of our cocks are hard as stone. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I was thinking the same thing.” I tangle my hands in his hair, caressing his shoulders through his shirt and squeezing the biceps that flex at my touch. “I shouldn’t be doing this with someone like you.”
“Someone like me?”
“Someone who leaves in the middle of songs. Who doesn’t enjoy holiday parties and puts me on his lap without asking if I’ve been good this year. The opening was right there, Santa Baby, and you missed it.”
His grunt of surprise makes me grin.
“Haveyou been good?” he asks huskily, scanning my face for the answer.
“Give me a few minutes and you won’t need to ask.” I kiss him again, loving the rasp of his stubble against my skin. Then he buries his face in my neck while I reach for the button of his pants. “I’m going to have marks from this beard you’re growing.”
“I’ll shave,” he promises, breathing me in. “Let me take you back to my room and I’ll shave first. The hotel isn’t far.”
He’s staying at a hotel. I was right. He’s not local.
“Don’t you dare shave,” I order, working my hand between our bodies. “Just let me…”
He swears as I finally get his pants open and take him in hand.
“I was right about your nickname,” I breathe. “You are a sexy beast.”
He hisses in pleasure. “I need to touch you. See all of you. Let me take you back to my room.”
“Let me take you right here.” I keep my grip while sliding out of his lap and onto my knees between his thighs.
“Fuck.”
“Not yet,” I say, licking my lips. “First, tell me how this feels in Turkish.”
The sudden tension in his thighs is hard to miss. “How did you know I was speaking Turkish?”
Oddly, it hit me as he was kissing me. “There’s this show I watch. Eda and Serkan are a trip,” I mutter distractedly, staring at his erection, which is my new favorite thing. “Don’t worry, it’s got subtitles. I have no idea what you were actually saying so you don’t have to kill me.”
