Free Blue Moon Dragon by Shelley Munro Page B

fingernails dug into his scalp, and his amusement deepened.
    “Hurry,” she said with a grumpy edge to her voice.
    Instead of giving her the relief she wanted, Jack let his hands drop to the dome snap at the waistband of her shorts. He tugged the fastening and it parted with a sharp crack. The zipper slid down, allowing the denim material to sag around her hips. Jack wet his finger again and ran it along the elastic waistband of her panties. He studied the damp trail he’d left and sucked in a deep breath. Fuck. His cock ached, the pressure for release intense and unrelenting. But if he waited, held off, his orgasm would be mind-blowing. A memory to dig out once he returned to solitary life alone in his seaside home with only his scruffy tomcat for company.
    Jack knelt in front of her, sliding the shorts down her long legs. He helped her balance so she could step out and kick them away.
    The increased scent of her arousal hit him hard—spicy and seductive and with a hint of strawberry. The same fruity aroma that perfumed her skin. He pressed his nose against her lower belly and breathed her in so he would remember. His lips moved, and he scraped his teeth against the sensitive flesh, nipping then soothing.
    “I’m hot for you now, Jack,” she said almost defiantly.
    “Let’s see, shall we?” But even though his words indicated action, he still dallied, teasing both of them to the point of madness. He palmed her naked buttocks, gripping one cheek in each hand. More than a handful, just the way he liked—a sexy curve to hold on to when he wanted to thrust into her tight pussy. He kneaded the flesh, enjoying the fact she never attempted to hide her generous ass or try to wriggle away from his attentions. Jack liked that about Emma—the acceptance of her size.
    He loosened his grip on one butt cheek and ran his fingers in the crevice between. Emma jumped in surprise as he followed the G-string down. Then she rocked her hips, trying to massage her clit to gain relief.
    “Not yet, sweet cheeks.” Jack allowed his finger to travel between her legs, just a brief foray. His finger emerged wet. Emma was ready for his possession. Jack tipped back his head to meet her gaze.
    “Please,” she murmured, shifting her weight from foot to foot.
    He lifted the damp finger to his mouth and maintaining her gaze, licked it clean, savoring the tart taste of her juices. She moaned, her blue eyes dark with arousal.
    “Would you like my mouth on you? We haven’t done that yet.”
    Her nose wrinkled a fraction before she nodded.
    Jack ran his fingers under the elastic band of her G-string and tugged away her panties.
    There were changes from this morning. “What have you done?” he murmured, shaking his head. It seemed the spa had a lot to answer for. “What else did you do in that spa?”
    Emma glanced at her pelvic region. “I thought my heart looked sexy. And besides, you made the appointment.”
    Well, he couldn’t argue with that. “It’s…cute.” Jack stared at the close-clipped heart that shielded her femininity. He drew her panties down her legs and then leaned closer to lick around the edge of the heart. She smelled intoxicating, and he gave in to the temptation to comb his fingers through the heart then made a quick foray along her naked cleft. “You’re not sore?”
    “No side effects from the shaving. Not yet anyway. They gave me some cream in case I have itching. Are you going to take all night?”
    “Just drawing out the anticipation.” And making himself crazy with lust, but the wait would be worth it. He glanced at his hand and saw the glint of scales starting to form on the top of his hand. The shadow of claws had formed beneath his fingernails, ready to pop into webbed talons. He’d run out of time to play. “Turn around. Put your hands on the wall.”
    She hesitated, tugging her bottom lip between dainty white teeth.
    “Do it.”
    Slowly, she turned to face the beige-colored wall but cast another