Forbidden Dragon (The Bride Hunt Book 5) Read online

  There was knock at the door. Damn it! Who the hell was that? It was too soon to be Granite … surely?

  “I’m busy with something … an experiment. Go away!” she added a little louder.

  There was another knock and a muffled voice on the other side.

  She moved closer to the door. “Please come back a bit later.” Her heart was beating right out of her chest. She felt like she might be sick.

  The person spoke again. “It’s me … It’s Granite.” It was really muffled and sounded like Granite. Could it be? It had to be.

  “Granite?” Her heart eased just a tad and she was able to draw in a breath.

  “Yes!” More clear this time and it sounded like him. Gruff and short.

  Thank god! It took a few attempts but she managed to pull the chair out from under the door handle. He strode in wearing a fresh pair of pants. His face was set with determination. The frown lines between his eyes were back and in full force. His eyes were so dark they looked almost black.

  His nostrils flared. “Why didn’t you shower and burn your clothes?” Straight to the point.

  “I didn’t relish the idea of standing around naked.”

  “Fine, but do it now,” he said while securing the chair back under the door handle. He turned to face her. “We don’t have all the time in the world,” he spoke under his breath, like he was afraid someone might hear.

  “Turn around first.”

  He narrowed his eyes. “I’ve seen you naked.”

  Louise gave a shrug. “I don’t care. You can turn around.” She folded her arms across her chest.

  “We don’t have time for this. I know exactly how you look under those clothes, every curve, every damned freckle. I’ve felt you from the inside, that’s my seed dripping down your thighs right now.”

  His words still had the ability to make her feel all hot and a whole lot bothered. It irritated the hell out of her. The guy could go to hell and he could do it watching her undress. She didn’t care. Not one little itty bitty bit. She was not giving in again so what did it matter. “Fine.” She pulled her lab coat open with one hard yank; buttons went flying. They landed all around her, clattering on the tiled floor. She threw the garment in the fire. Next, she undid the top few buttons of her blouse, and pulled it over her head. His eyes honed in on her bra. If she had known she was getting naked she’d have worn one of her lacy sets.

  What was she saying? He didn’t deserve to see her in her best lingerie. Not that she had much in the lingerie department. She had a black set, the one she had been wearing at the weekend, and a red set. That was it.

  The bra she had on now, like the rest of her underwear, was practical and comfortable. It was soft cotton. She put her hands behind her back to feel for the clasp. His eyes remained on her chest. His pants tented.

  Good!

  Let him suffer. In fact, she was going to draw it out, make him wish he had turned around like she’d asked him. Give him some of his own medicine. She pushed her chest out some more. She didn’t have the biggest boobs but she definitely had a pair of breasts to be proud of. Firm with a decent set of nipples that popped when she was turned on. She glanced down and hello…there they were. Hard like small pebbles against the thin fabric. In fact, she could see their dark pink coloring through the cotton as well. Bastard!

  His pants tented some more and his chest rose and fell in quick succession. Good to know that he was just as attracted to her. Clearly thinking with his dick again. After another few drawn out seconds, she finally popped the clasp. Instead of just letting the bra fall right off, she carefully took each strap from her shoulders, sure to keep the cups over her breasts till the last possible second. His mouth actually fell open, his gaze locked on her chest. His breathing was definitely elevated. If she took his blood pressure now it would be through the roof.

  Asshole deserved it. She pulled her shoulders back so that the girls would look their best, then she pulled the bra the rest of the way off and tossed it in the fire. It sounded like he might have made a quiet groaning noise. She couldn’t be sure though. Then she unzipped the skirt. She could’ve pulled both the skirt and the ruined panties off in one go but she chose to first slowly ease the skirt down her hips instead. Slowly and painstakingly, one inch at a time. She tossed the skirt in the fire and then turned to face the flames.

  Louise bent over, hooking her fingers in what was left of her cotton underwear and eased then from her body, lifting one leg and then the other. She threw the torn panties into the fire. She put one hand on the mantle, picking up the iron poker with the other. Louise spread her thighs just a tad and leaned over to stoke the fire.

  This time there was a definite groan behind her followed by what sounded like a muttering of curse words. “Leave it, damn it!” his voice sounded thick and deep. “Go and wash up. The shower head is not fixed to the wall.”

  She turned, looking back at him from over her shoulder. Her breath caught in her throat. His erection was huge. His muscles bulged, especially his abs. That ‘V’ thing he had going on was incredible, as were his biceps. Then again, his hands were locked into fists at his sides so it was no wonder.

  No drooling.

  No staring.

  She stood tall and gave a nod, making her way to the bathroom. Then she registered what he had said. “What difference does it make if the shower-head is fixed or not?”

  He grit his jaw. “Really, female? You need to remove my scent from your body. Would you like me to draw you a picture, or better yet, I could come and help you?” He took a step towards her.

  A shiver rushed through her at the thought of him wielding the shower head. Only, she had a feeling she’d get way dirtier before she got any cleaner. Not a chance! “Like hell you will.” She turned and hurried from the room, closing the door behind her.

  She did as he said, washing from head to toe several times. Then she used the shower-head … there. All she could think about was his hands on her. How big and hard he was. How he moved when he was inside her. Then there were the grunting noises he made as he went over the edge.

  It made her feel achy and needy all over again. Bastard! Louise washed herself with soap again. It was only when she got out of the shower that she spied her toothbrush and toothpaste. It was wet. The ass-wipe had used her toothbrush. It wasn’t like he’d a choice.

  She sighed as she put toothpaste on the brush and cleaned her teeth with the same vigor she had her body.

  She contemplated forgoing a towel but decided against it. Instead, she wrapped it firmly around herself.

  Granite was leaning against the gurney. He got up as she entered the room. His erection problem was still in full force. She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing at him. He deserved it.

  He fumbled with the bag, finally handing it to her. Louise took it from him, she unzipped it and rummaged inside.

  No way! Using just a finger she lifted the red lace slip. “Really? Out of all of the underwear in there, this is what you chose?”

  Granite shrugged.

  Then she realized which dress he had chosen. She gasped. “This is the dress I wear to go out to dinner. It’s the proverbial ‘little black dress’.” It was tight-fitting, stopping about mid-thigh. She hadn’t worn it in forever. She didn’t even know why she’d brought it along on this trip. “I’m at work,” she added. “I can’t wear that.”

  “Wear the damned dress.” He pulled it from the bag and thrust it in her hand. “You are a beautiful female and should dress accordingly.”

  “Oh …” In that case. “Okay.” She got the feeling he didn’t dish out compliments often. Maybe ever.

  He narrowed his eyes for a moment. “You have fucking stunning breasts and should showcase them.” He dug in the bag a second time and put the filmy bra in her hand as well. “Your pussy …” He made a growling noise at the back his throat. It did strange things to her clit. “Don’t get me started on that part of your anatomy. So damned pretty … all pink and your fur is
…” he growled, louder this time. “You’re beautiful and sexy. You should own it.” He handed her the tiny slip that would barely cover her sex. She’d never worn this set before.

  Louise swallowed hard, trying to get herself to calm down. Her nipples were so tight. Her breasts felt swollen and heavy. She had that feeling in the pit of her stomach. Granite was doing that hot-cold thing again. He’d been so nasty to her right after they had sex and yet here he was being … nice to her. Calling her beautiful and sexy and making her feel things she shouldn’t be feeling. The least of all was turned on.

  “Shit!” he muttered, giving the air a sniff. “You’re just as horny as I am … maybe more so.”

  “No, I’m not,” her voice was squeaky. “Definitely not more so than … you.” She looked at his dick. “You could drill through walls with that thing. You shouldn’t say things like that to a person and not expect a reaction.”

  “Fuck!” Granite looked at the ceiling. He walked away from her, his hand going to the back of his neck and squeezing. He paced up and down a few times. The tension in the room was almost palpable.

  He finally turned and faced her head on. “Get up on that that bed and open your legs.”

  She felt her eyes bug out. “What? No! Have you lost your mind?”

  Granite cursed under his breath and muttered something. It sounded like he was agreeing with her about losing his mind. “Please can you just do it? Go and lie down. Spread your thighs wide.”

  She shook her head and even held her hand up like that might ward him off when the truth was, if he so much as laid a finger on her she would be putty in his hands. “No! We discussed this. No more sex. We just showered. I had to use that shower head … down there …” her voice tapered off.

  His eyes rolled back and he groaned. “I pictured you using it. It almost had me coming in my pants like a teenager so please don’t remind me. We’ve established that we’re attracted to each other and that we are compatible. Sex with you is the best I’ve ever had. I could live inside your body.”

  All righty. Flip it! She felt like fanning her face and other parts of herself. “This isn’t helping. We can’t do this.”

  “We can’t rut but we can … do other things.”

  “What things?” She could imagine, but that crazy part of her wanted to hear him say them. Not that they were going to happen. They could not happen.

  “I can make you come a whole hell of a lot with my mouth on your pussy.” Dear god in heaven but he was forward. “I’d love to suck on your clit.”

  She felt like grabbing her girl parts and holding onto them. It felt like she was about to self-combust. Her clit throbbed like mad. She made a squeaking noise.

  “I’d suck and lick my way to your pussy and make you come with my tongue, deep inside you.”

  “Oh!”

  “Only thing is …”

  Here it was, the ‘but’ …

  He picked up a note pad off of her desk. “You need to write another one of those order forms. You’ll need mouthwash and hand-sanitizer. Get a couple of packs of those wipes, the perfumed ones.”

  She nodded. Why was she nodding? It was like she was agreeing to this madness. She wasn’t … was she?

  “I can see that you’re preparing to argue.” He walked up to her and put his hands on her shoulders. “We have this crazy attraction, Louise. It’s there whether we like it or not. It is what it is. I’ve tried to deny it. I tried to ignore it but it’s not going to go away any time soon and until it does, we need to acknowledge it, manage it.”

  Manage it.

  What?

  “Order the things we need. I’ll lick your sweet pussy for the next week, two weeks …” He made a groaning noise. “Three months if that’s what it takes. Let’s ride this thing out and move on.”

  Move on.

  What?

  It hurt to hear him say that. “Oh, and I suppose you want me to suck your cock in return?” It just slipped out. She couldn’t help herself. Granite was just too much. Handing her compliments, offering her sexual favors, there had to be a ‘but’ or an ‘and’ or a string of some sorts. Handcuffs. With Granite it would be handcuffs instead of string. A handcuff to the headboard. She tried not to scowl at him but only because the thought of being handcuffed to the headboard made her feel even more hot and heavy.

  He licked his lips and she tracked the movement. How could she not? He had a gorgeous mouth. “No!” a rumble. “I wouldn’t expect a thing in return. Don’t get me wrong, I would love to see your lips wrapped around me. Fucking love it.” He cupped her chin and ran a thumb over her bottom lip. “I think it would help me hold onto some sort of control if you were satisfied. I’ll deal with this myself.” He palmed his cock through his pants and her mouth went dry.

  “Get on the bed, Louise.” She loved the way he said her name. He didn’t say it often but when he did it made her take notice.

  “This is a bad idea,” an almost whisper.

  “Do you have a better one?” Dear god, he was right behind her. Then his hands were on her hips, his front pressed against her. His cock pressed into her lower back. Thick, hard and ready.

  Maybe just this one time.

  One last time.

  Granite picked her up as they reached the gurney. The bed was higher than a normal bed and a little narrower. She scooted to the middle. Her breathing was already heavy. Her towel still locked into place.

  Calloused hands gripped her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She looked into his intense, dark stare. “Put your legs over my shoulders.”

  “Okay,” she nodded. “Maybe just one,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. Louise did as he said.

  His eyes stayed on hers. “Two.”

  Oh lord up above. Two. Okay, maybe twice then. These last two times. Then she would be strong and protect herself from him. She really would.

  Granite slowly leaned forward, moving closer and closer to where she needed him the most. “I’ve been dying to get my tongue inside you.”

  Louise let her head fall back, staring up at the ceiling. The towel felt tight around her breasts. Everything felt tight with need and anticipation. When his tongue finally laved her clit, her back bowed off the bed and a loud groan was pulled from her.

  Granite chuckled. “Shhhh. You’re going to need to try to be quiet.”

  She looked down at him crouching over her. So damned sexy. Louise gave a nod, not sure if she would able to do as he had said.

  Her mouth opened as he laved her again, but she managed to stifle the moan. Only just. There were no pillows. No blankets. Nothing to use to muffle the sounds she was bound to make.

  His mouth closed over that very sensitive, swollen bundle of nerves and she almost gave a yell from the sheer pleasure that moved through her in a rush. Good thing he said two because the first one was happening any second now.

  More laving and sucking. Louise clenched her teeth and covered her mouth with her hand. She held on tight. Her eyes were wide, her body felt tense. Poised for release.

  “Mmmmmm …” Granite had his mouth over her clit and he started to hum. The noise of appreciation caused vibrations.

  That was it.

  Done.

  She clapped her other hand over her mouth. Her back came off the bed. He had to know she was coming because he suckled her, hard at first and then softer and softer as she slowly came down. The guy was good with his mouth. No, he was better than good, he was fantastic.

  Her body felt boneless. She could actually feel the endorphins course through her. His tongue still felt amazing.

  A finger slipped inside.

  Oh.

  Granite pumped his finger a couple of times. His tongue remained soft, his strokes easy.

  It didn’t take long for that to change. Before long, there were two fingers inside her. Deep inside. She could hardly breathe. His tongue stroked her clit. Not too hard, not too soft. Just right. Just so. Just … Yes … Oh god …

  She
clapped her other hand back over her mouth, feeling the start of her orgasm. That familiar fluttering. That familiar tightening. Everything coiling. Then she was plunging. She could feel her channel squeeze his hand. It was quick and powerful and left her a quivering heap.

  She forced her gaze on him, his eyes were dark and wild. His lips were wet. Granite licked them, slowly making her own mouth feel dry. He gave her the sexiest half-smile she had ever seen. He stood up and her eyes were drawn to his erection.

  It was out there and in all its glory. Louise licked her own lips.

  “Go and clean up.” He looked pointedly at the bathroom. “I’ll go after you.”

  He really didn’t expect anything from her. Despite having given her two of the best orgasms of her life, he was willing to just walk away, hard-on and all. It meant something to her. It was selfless and endearing. Granite could be an asshole but he could also be a really nice guy.

  “Wait.” She took her bottom lip between her teeth and unhooked the edge of her towel, allowing it to slip off.

  His eyes immediately focused on her breasts. He swallowed hard and his jaw tensed. Then he looked back up at her face. “You don’t have to do this.”

  “I know.” She slid off of the gurney and closed the short distance between them. She pulled down his pants and out popped his dick. Hard, thick and ready. Louise cupped his heavy balls. His eyes rolled back in his skull and he made a sexy groaning noise.

  “You really don’t have to,” he repeated, his breathing was harder than it had been before. His chest rose and fell.

  Instead of answering, she dropped to her knees and closed her hand around his thick girth. “I can’t wait to suck on your big cock.” Her cheeks heated. She wasn’t used to talking dirty.

  By the look in Granite’s eyes, he approved.

  “I can’t fucking wait for you too either,” he growled.

  Louise wasn’t about to make him wait any longer. She took his tip into her mouth and swirled her tongue over it. Granite groaned and thread a hand through her hair. Then she took him deeper, using her other hand to work his shaft. Up and down.