Free Light My Fire by Jodi Redford Page A

her cheek. “What do you mean?”
    “Puh-lease. Like I don’t know what you’re up to. But I’ve got news for you. I’m resistant to your dragon mojo.”
    Aiden’s teeth scraped her chin and she squeaked. Yeah, she was doing a bang-up job impersonating a tough-as-nails chick. He licked a slow path to her collarbone and her knees liquefied. Before she could stop herself, she clutched Aiden’s waist.
    Big mistake.
    His skin was smooth and velvety and oh so touchable. Her nails raked softly over his abdomen, drawing a rippling response from the taut band of muscle.
    Aiden’s gaze—smoldering and intense—lifted and locked on her face. “Yes, touch me.”
    Despite knowing that would be an epically stupid idea, she tiptoed her fingers upward. Well, at least she was taking the safer route. She encountered the firm expanse of his pectorals and quickly amended her assessment. There wasn’t a centimeter of his body that should be considered safe. Unable to resist, she stroked her thumb over one stiffened male nipple, earning his responding hiss.
    “My turn.” His big hands molded over her breasts, rucking her flannel top. The rasp of the soft fabric was almost too exquisite to bear. Apparently Aiden felt the same way because he suddenly tugged at the buttons, wrestling them free. The shirt gaped open and he pushed the sides away, his hungry focus zeroing in on her bared breasts. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
    The way he looked at her, she believed his declaration. Those pesky extra ten pounds she’d battled most of her life seemed invisible to him, inconsequential. Under his enraptured stare she felt gorgeous—a sex goddess. Utterly irresistible. He cupped her breasts, his lips brushing reverently over the swells overflowing his palms. Mimicking the move she’d made seconds ago, he teased her puckered nipples with the calloused pads of his thumbs. She attempted to smother her moan and ended up sounding like a goat with a bad case of laryngitis.
    Using only the tip of his tongue, he traced the outline of her areola. Her breathing grew fainter and more labored the closer he drew to her nipple. By the time his tongue finally curled around the turgid peak, she almost passed out from lack of oxygen. He nibbled, licked and sucked her one nipple before switching his lavish attention to its mate. She’d never considered her breasts overly sensitive. If anything, she usually tended to zone out and become a little bored anytime a past lover played with them. But Aiden was hitting all the right notes. When he lowered his head she actually sighed in disappointment.
    Disappointment turned to panic as his mouth coasted down her belly and he reached for the snaps of her pajama bottoms. She shoved at his massive shoulders.
    He groaned, the sound equal parts sexy and tortured. “Dana, I have to taste you.” The agony lacing his words made it seem she was signing his death sentence if she refused.
    “I am not having sex with you.”
    “You don’t have to.” Looking up, he revealed brilliant eyes glazed with need. He traced her hipbones through the flannel, making her shiver and squirm. “Please…let me give you pleasure. Only pleasure.”
    A shudder ran through her. His fingers returned to the first snap and hovered there, waiting. When she didn’t pull away, he popped the metal button from its resting place. Not displaying the same hesitance for the remaining two snaps, he peeled her pajama bottoms down and combed his trembling fingers through the triangle of blonde curls covering her mound. He slicked a thumb over her clit and she gasped.
    “You’re beautiful here too.” He swirled over her labia, heading toward her slit. Unconsciously, she widened her stance, granting him better access. He took full advantage and dipped inside her pussy. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.
    “Don’t, sweetheart.” He added another finger along with the first. “I want to hear