Free Diamond Dragon (Awakened Dragons Book 4) by Terry Bolryder Page A

reached for her hands to stop her.
    His palms were slightly rough against her hands as he captured them and brought them up to his shoulders again. “Ah-ah, princess. You do that and I won’t be able to stop at just a kiss.” He took a deep breath, resting his forehead against hers. “I don’t know if I can anyway.”
    She reached up, trying to start the kiss again, but he pulled back slightly, handsome features hesitant.
    “I want this. You know I do. But you said one kiss, and if we go much further, I’m going to lose it.”
    “Lose it?” she asked, feeling her heart thrumming in her chest and an odd, heated pleasure moving through her.
    “I don’t know,” he said. “I’ve never felt like this before. Like a single kiss could own me.”
    Her heart thumped at that. She would never tell him, but that sounded an awful lot like having feelings.
    And why shouldn’t they? They’d been seeing each other for some time, even if it hadn’t been in the best of circumstances.
    The only thing she wished was she could have freed him sooner. But she also knew she couldn’t have betrayed Lana.
    It was a tough situation.
    “Don’t think about that now,” he said, running his hand gently over her hair and cupping her face. “I’m not kissing you well enough if you can think like that.”
    Then he lowered his lips for another kiss, and she luxuriated in how soft they were, the masculine feel of them, the strength of his arms.
    Being kissed by a man like this was worth any wait.
    She wrapped her hands in his hair, surprised by how it was coarser than hers. He was so impossibly tall that she had to stand on her tiptoes to reach him, but he lowered to meet her, and she thrust her tongue into his mouth, urgently wanting more.
    His tongue fought with hers, soft and hot and skilled, making her hands curl tighter into his hair, her center growing tight and achy, her legs feeling weak and light.
    He picked her up in his arms and sat on the swing, turning her and pressing his hands into her back to lift her so he could keep kissing her.
    She felt like she couldn’t stop this, no matter what she did, as her hands released his hair and ran over his body, under his jacket, until in frustration, she shoved it off his shoulders, leaving him in his tee shirt.
    He growled and pulled her jacket off in response, and she noticed his eyes were like a sunset. Beautiful, changing, and focused on her like nothing else mattered in the world.
    She couldn’t question it anymore. Her body wanted what it wanted, and it wanted it now.
    She tugged at his shirt, and he laughed before finally pulling it over his head, leaving him shirtless.
    It felt naughty, doing this out in the open, but with the rain and the woods all around them, it also felt private and safe. She loved his chest, the solid, carved muscles. Its broadness.
    Dragon or not, Alistair was all man .
    She could feel his bulge against her, and despite a quiver of fear at how she could accommodate it, she also felt excitement rush through her.
    “I’ll go slow,” he said. “I’ll be careful. I promise.”
    She nodded against his shoulder, no more able to stop this than she could stop a freight train.
    She was surprised when he picked her up and set her on the ground just below the stairs and then walked her back into the rain, undressing her as he went. He pulled off her dampening tee shirt, leaving her in a bra, and then curled his body around her, kissing her harshly as rain swirled around and over them.
    The wetness was erotic, cool, and stinging as it bit down on her bare skin, but it awoke her, contrasting the heat burning inside. The heat that would burn until he took her.
    She bit into the skin of his neck as he leaned down to put his arms around her. He picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, which was hard as iron. He held her up easily, kissing her neck and bare shoulders with abandon as she squealed and held on.
    His hands gripped her ass, squeezing, and