Page 16 of Draco's Defiance
“She’s pleased to meet you, too.” Her pupils dilated as she gazed up at him. “She’s just a little perturbed by all of this.”
“Perturbed?” Honestly, was she trying to turn him on even more, or was it possible that her natural demeanor just drove him wild? “Well, that’s one of the best ways to be.”
Sliding his hand into her fancy hairdo, he stepped forward to give her what she was obviously dying for. The way her chin rose to meet the kiss confirmed the thought, as did the needy groan that escaped her throat as his tongue delved past her lips to explore her. Moira was heaven, just as he suspected, her body yielding and melding itself against him as the caress concluded.
“How was that?” There was really no need to ask her.
The way her delicate hands clung to his forearms and the rate of her breaths accelerating communicated everything he ought to know, but determined to bring her on board to his way of thinking, Draco asked regardless. He would ensnare the temptress with trust and then, if all went to plan, contain her with whatever means were necessary. Draco had access to a host of them—charm, ropes, and a cage.
“Amazing.” Her eyes were wide as he considered claiming her mouth again. Certainly, his aching cock commanded he do so, but Draco reminded himself that he was playing the long game with Moira. “Let’s do it again.”
He wanted to laugh as she pressed herself against him and reached up on her tiptoes to graze her lips over his mouth. Had it taken so little to unlock the doors to her fervor? Draco doubted it, but he was relishing playing along.
“More, huh?” Releasing her hair, he discarded the bobby pins that fell away and watched as her dark tresses fell down around her shoulders. If he’d thought she was attractive before, then the new look meant she was a vision.
“Yes.” Her demand was more like a gasp as he obliged, abandoning his intention to be slow and respectful as easily as the hair pins.
Reaching around her tempting ass, he lifted her into the air, holding her snug against him. Her legs parted as though he’d ordered it, forcing her pin-striped skirt up around her waist and there, in the middle of his living room, their bodies merged as though they had been made for one another.
Enjoying her heat, he carried her to the edge of the closest couch and held her against the leather as the kiss consumed him. For someone who claimed to be new to one-night stands, Moira’s intentions were clear. She wanted him every inch as much as he yearned for her, and Draco had several hard inches to give her.
“Fuck, Draco.” She looked gloriously disheveled as she withdrew, her gaze searching his face as though he held the answer to an unknown conundrum.
“Soon, I promise.” He liked this new version of the hot little brunette. “But I thought you wanted to talk law first?”
“You started this!” Her accusation was impish, as was the naughty grin that illuminated her face as she threw her arms around his neck and if it was possible, drew him even closer.
“True.” Gods, he wanted to hoist her into his arms and throw her over the couch. He could do it, too, could just imagine holding her there while his now enormous dick speared her delicious pink flesh. “But you were clear about that part. You didn’t want anything getting in the way of your advice.”
“Fine.” Releasing him, her gaze narrowed playfully as she balanced against the side of the sofa. “But now I see you for who you are, Draco Vaughn, and you don’t play fair.”
“Me?” He snorted with feigned indignation. “Was I the one who insisted on more?” He shook his head theatrically. “I think you’ll find that was you, Ms. Craig.”
“You bewitched me.” Her knowing gaze was the epitome of wickedness.
“I don’t think so.” He breathed the words against her. “I don’t have that kind of power.”
He didn’t mention the kind of powers he did have, had never murmured them to a woman before in his life. Conversations about his dragon were not for the casual encounters he enjoyed in the apartment, however mesmerizing his partners turned out to be.
“Well, I say you have.” Fixing with him a dark stare, she pawed at his chest, fiddling with the top button of his shirt. “I don’t behave this way, so it must be all you.”
“Oh, right.” He grinned at her conclusion, his arousal ratcheting up another notch at her frantic need to disrobe him. “Well, that’s good to know, little girl.”
Her fingers paused on his second button, her gaze shifting to meet his. “Did you call me a little girl?”
Draco swore he could hear her heart pounding faster as she asked. “Not a little girl,” he corrected. “Just, little girl.”
My little girl.
His brow creased briefly as he acknowledged the disturbing thought that had burst into his head. Not his. He scarcely even knew her.
“Why?” She didn’t try and fight him off as he returned the favor, and released the button fastening her suit jacket. “Why call me little girl at all?”
And why is it so freaking hot?
Surprised at the way her thought suddenly burst into his head, he stared into her eyes. Without a doubt, the thought belonged to Moira, but it was the first time he’d been able to hear what she was thinking.
What did that mean?