Page 33 of Blazing Joysticks

Keir raised an eyebrow but complied, an amused smile playing on his lips. Cat carefully set the sticky toffee pudding in front of him, her pulse quickening with anticipation.

“Okay, open them.”

Keir’s eyes widened in delight as he took in the dessert before him. “Is that...”

Cat nodded, beaming. “Sticky toffee pudding. You mentioned it was your favorite, so I thought...”

She trailed off as Keir stood abruptly, crossing the short distance between them in two long strides. Before she could react, his hands were cupping her face, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss.

Cat melted into him, her arms winding around his neck as she pressed herself closer. Keir kissed her like a man starved, his tongue sweeping into her mouth and drawing a soft moan from her throat. When they finally broke apart, both breathing heavily, Keir rested his forehead against hers.

“You are extraordinary, Catrina Reeves,” he murmured, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on her cheeks. “How did I get so lucky?”

Cat smiled up at him, her heart full to bursting. “I think I’m the lucky one,” she replied softly.

Keir’s eyes darkened, his gaze dropping to her lips. “The pudding can wait,” he growled, before sweeping her into his arms, mindful of her healing ribs.

Cat laughed, clinging to his broad shoulders as he carried her to the bedroom. As Keir laid her gently on the bed, his body hovering over hers, she felt a surge of love and desire.

“Keir,” she whispered, reaching up to trace the strong line of his jaw. “I want you to know... this isn’t just gratitude. What I feel for you, it’s so much more than that.”

Keir’s eyes softened, a vulnerability she rarely saw flashing across his face. “Cat,” he breathed, leaning down to press a tender kiss to her forehead. “You have no idea how much you mean to me. These past few weeks, taking care of you... it’s made me realize I never want to be without you.”

Cat’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes searching his. “Really?” she asked, a note of wonder in her voice.

Keir nodded, his gaze intense. “Really,” he confirmed. “I love you. I know to a human it must feel strange to hear the words when we’ve known each other only a few months, but I mean it from the very depths of my soul.”

Tears pricked at Cat’s eyes, a smile blooming on her face. “I love you too,” she admitted.

Keir leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both tender and passionate. Cat responded eagerly, her hands sliding under his shirt to explore the warm expanse of his back.

SIXTEEN

Keir wanted to roar. Her mouth felt warm and soft on his from the moment their lips collided.

Keir felt the need, the raging urge that had been threatening to split him in half since she’d been injured. He’d tried to tamp down the need for her, but her being injured had only made his dragon crazy. If anything, it made the urges that much more pressing.

Keir ran his hand up her body, moving to push the dress straps off her shoulders and get her naked quickly.

It made him growl out of satisfaction.

Moving his lips away from her mouth and down to her jaw, Cat let out a low moan that made him go absolutely nuts. He bucked his hips into hers, creating that delicious friction that they both desperately wanted. It had been too long since he had her. And even though he could be completely wild with his mate, he needed her. He needed to stamp himself on her again and to have her moaning his name.

Cat’s nails dug into his shoulders, her back pressing into the bed and creating a small distance between their hips. She reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking the length of it in her hands and lining it up with her core.

Keir groaned, feeding off her eagerness.

“I want you so badly,” he growled.

“Have me, Keir.”

It was all she had to say before he thrust into her heat.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Cat let out a loud cry of pleasure, she arched her back and wrapped her legs around his waist. He needed to mark her in some way, show that she belonged to him. He wanted everyone to know it.

His dragon rattled inside Keir’s head. Yelling at his brain, chanting mine, mine, mine over and over. Yes. She was theirs.