Dragon's Honor by Mina Carter Page A

kiss.
    Her knees gave out, too weak to hold her, so she grabbed his upper arms for support. He pulled her closer, wrapping a hard arm around her waist and deepening the kiss further. She whimpered, the sound barely audible and wriggled, pressing her hips against his. Heat and desire raced through her veins, lending courage as she pulled away to whisper against his lips.
    “Bedroom, now.”
    “I thought you’d never ask.”
    He swept her up into his arms, shouldered the door open, and strode through it. Hooking a foot around the door, he shut it behind them and headed straight for the bed. But he didn’t put her down on it as she expected. Instead, he stopped by the side and held her, his eyes closed. Honor frowned. Oh shit, he’d decided against it. Or she wasn’t his type. Mortification started a different type of burn through her veins as she tried to struggle free. All she wanted to do was crawl under a rock, or hide in the bathroom, and not emerge for…oh about a month.
    “Stay still,” he begged, strain tightening his voice. “Please, for God’s sake, stay still for a moment.”
    His words soothed her, her embarrassment receding as she noticed the tension all but vibrating through his body. Like a coil about to snap. What would happen when it did?
    “Okay. Still. Promise.”
    She had no intention of keeping her word. No sooner had the words had left her lips than she lifted her hand to run her fingers through his hair. The band capturing it at the nape of his neck had long gone, leaving the strands playing loose over his shoulders. He groaned as she did it again, pleasure easing some of the tension on his face until he lifted his head and opened his eyes.
    She sucked a breath in at the darkness there, her imagination giving his eyes a golden ring where she knew the color was blue. It should have scared her, the intent way he looked at her, but instead it filled her with a sense of power. She’d done this, made him fight with himself, created the tension that ran through his frame, and it pleased her in a very primal, feminine way.
    “Are you sure about this, Honor?” He dropped his head to press a kiss to her lips. “Because once we start, I won’t be able to stop. You need to be sure. Now.”
    She swallowed, a dry ‘click’ in the back of her throat and nodded. She couldn’t have spoken to save her life.
    “Thank you,” his whisper reverent, he claimed her lips again, the caress gentle and so sweet it was heart-breaking.
    Her back hit the cool sheets of the bed, the duvet thrown back when she’d gotten out hours ago. He followed her down, the heat of his body never leaving hers as he bracketed her with one arm under her neck and a hard leg over both hers. A shiver stole its way down her spine. Erotic captivity. Until now, until him, she’d have never thought she’d enjoy…no crave …the idea of a man pinning her down and taking what he wanted. Now, it was all she wanted him to do.
    Driving his free hand into her hair, he kissed her again. This time the kiss was wicked enough, hot enough, to flay flesh from bone. She couldn’t even moan, too intent on getting closer, kissing him back. Her breath caught as he slid a hard knee between them, parting her thighs wider. She helped, lifting her knees for him. Nipping her lip, he used her gasp to slide back into her mouth. The thrust of his tongue, a rhythm so familiar and instinctive, did wicked things to her insides. Her pussy clenched, aching to feel him inside her. He needed to be inside her. Now .
    She moaned, the sound lost under another thrust of his tongue, then he was gone, breaking the kiss to explore her neck. Hand hard in her hair, he pulled her head back, exposing the long line of her throat. She whimpered again, the soft breathy sound one she’d never heard herself make, and wriggled as he trailed his fingers up her inner thigh. Reaching her panties, the fabric already sodden with her arousal, he groaned and rested his forehead against