Dragon Ugly (Dragon New Year) by Selena Illyria Page A

anxious…” He stopped, as if changing his mind about something, and his voice lost its sly edge. He looked as if he was confused for a moment, and then made a decision: “No…I should make myself very clear here. I don’t know why, but I feel I don’t have to play these games with you. I can just be honest.” He gave her a smile any wolf would be proud of. “So let me be honest. I want to feel your hands on my body. I want to feel you wrapped around my cock, and I want to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”
    A kernel of heat bloomed in Carissa’s stomach, adding to the inferno that was already building in her sex. She licked her lips and threw caution to the wind. “And what will you do for me?” she asked. “Maybe I don’t want you to fuck me. Maybe I want to save that for later.” In truth, she wanted to rip off his clothes and have him right there, on the restaurant table. But she wanted to see how he would react.
    He released her hand and for a second a chill filled her as she watched him pick up his menu. From behind the thick paper he gave her his answer. “I can wait. I enjoy the thrill of the chase.” She could see the determination in his eyes. His irises had become a sea green, burning with intensity. Thin streamers of steam floated upward from his nostrils and disappeared, making Carissa think she’d imagined it. Her ears prickled as the scent of water became stronger, overpowering the aroma of seafood and earth.
    She felt like she was surrounded by his presence. The menu made her feel cut off from him, adrift on the sea. She picked up her own menu to try to get her bearings. The words might as well have been gibberish. She wasn’t sure what she was reading or what she was supposed to be doing anymore. When Brent shifted in his seat again and she felt his knees brush against hers, it was like she’d discovered the sun. She latched onto that sensation and settled back into her chair. Liquid ran along her muscles as she relaxed and centered herself. Her wolf was silent, much to her amusement. It was finally spending time with its mate, therefore everything was right in the world.
    Carissa tried to concentrate on what she wanted to eat, but suddenly Brent’s chair scraped across the floor and he was sitting right next to her. She sat up ramrod straight. His arm slipped around the back of the chair but didn’t touch her. She could feel his body heat slithering up her right side. She moved a bit closer to him, but resisted the urge to press against him.
    The server returned and they placed their orders. When the waiter moved away, Brent moved his hand, stroking the nape of her neck, teasing her. Whisper-soft brushes of his fingertips sent licks of pleasure up and down her spine. She resisted the urge to shiver. She felt so out of her depth. She wasn’t sure what was expected of her. Should she flirt with him? Touch him? Or just sit there? The thoughts flew around her brain until she felt him give the back of her neck a squeeze. His warm breath brushed against her ear, setting off small quakes around her body.
    “Relax, you’re becoming tense,” he whispered.
    She licked her lips and decided to go for honesty. “I don’t know what to do or how to act here.” Carissa felt so stupid admitting that. Surely a gorgeous guy like Brent was used to women who were far more comfortable in their own skin and confident in themselves than she was. “It’s not that I’ve never been on a date before. I just…um…” She wasn’t sure how to explain how she felt.
    He curled a small tendril of her hair around his finger and gave it a gentle pull. “Just go with the flow.”
    She felt him start to pull out the pins from her bun. Her hands flew up to stop him, only to have him brush them away. “Relax. I like seeing your hair down. Like when we first met.”
    Brent pressed a tiny kiss to her temple, making her pulse increase. Ignoring her body’s reaction, she batted his hands away once again