He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her up against him. “Are you saying that for the sake of our child or for yourself?”
She could barely breathe at the feel of his hard body against hers, but she made her mind focus for a little bit longer. She wanted, no needed, to know something before she let him kiss her. And judging by his half-lidded look, he was on the verge of kissing the shit out of her. “Before I answer, tell me this: does your human-half still hate me?”
Chapter Five
Reaching out and pulling Melanie’s soft body up against his had been a mistake. It was taking everything Tristan had to keep both halves of him from ripping off her clothes and losing himself in the curves and valleys of her body.
But then she went and asked him if his human-half still hated her, and his inner dragon roared for him to tell her the truth. We can’t lose her. I need her. Don’t chase her away. Find a way to keep her.
He pushed his dragon to the back of his mind. He wanted his human-half in control when he answered her. Because, as he stared into her searching green eyes, all he could remember was her telling Arabella how wonderful she was, or how she’d kept her cool in front of Bram and the clan at the First Kiss ceremony. Then there was the fact that she never wanted him to hide his dragon-half.
That combination in a human female was rare, and even Tristan was honest enough to admit it. He’d won the lottery when it came to his choice of sacrifice and the thought of her leaving him had the human-half of him saying, “No fucking way.”
His dragon gave a rumble before going quiet again. Apparently, his inner beast approved of that sentiment.
Tristan squeezed Melanie’s waist, took a deep breath, and said, “No, Melanie Hall, my human-half doesn’t hate you. If anything, I’d say the bastard is starting to like you a little too much.”
She smiled, but then it faded. Her brows furrowed and she tilted her head. “Now it’s my turn to ask if it’s for your sake or for the sake of our child’s?”
“Both, because right now you’re one and the same.”
Her eyes widened. “Tristan MacLeod is spouting fancy words? Am I dreaming?”
He growled. “I can say pretty words when I feel the need. It’s just that usually I’m too busy arguing with you, you stubborn woman.”
She grinned and he felt liked he’d been punch in the gut. Then she ran a hand up his chest until it rested on the side of his neck. The feel of the soft skin of her fingers against his skin sent a jolt straight to his cock.
It didn’t take much for this woman to set him off.
As she started to stroke his skin, his dragon crooned.
He noticed the playful glint in Melanie’s eye and his human-half pushed back into control just as she said, “There is a time when I never argue, and that involves you, me, and your dragon naked.”
His breath hitched at the same time his dragon roared inside his head at the scent of Melanie’s arousal. Take her. Devour her body. She is ours.
For the first time since meeting Melanie Hall, Tristan wasn’t going to argue with his inner dragon.
He lowered his head and kissed her. The instant her lips opened beneath his, he growled, stroked her tongue, the inside of her mouth, and then nipped her lower lip before he drew her closer against his body. When her hard nipples and soft breasts pressed against his chest, his dragon urged for Tristan to let him take control.
But Tristan told him, No. This time, she’s all mine.
The dragon was almost smug as Tristan fisted a hand in Melanie’s long hair and tilted her head for better access. Her taste was fucking incredible. As her hot, slick tongue met his stroke for stroke, he ached to feel that silky, talented tongue caressing his dick.
Melanie moaned into his mouth as he squeezed her plump arse and he released a drop of precum at the sound. Enough was enough. He needed to do a hell of a lot more than kiss her.
He broke their kiss, and whispered, “I need to be inside you, Melanie Hall. Will you let me fuck you under the sky?”
Her pupils dilated and the rush of her scent into the air told him all he needed to know, but he was determined to hear it from her lips.
He raised a finger and traced her bottom lip, and then the top before pressing his finger inside her mouth. She never broke her gaze as she licked his finger before sucking it deep into the wet heat of her mouth.
Yes, he was definitely going to have to let her suck his cock sooner rather than later.
As she pulled harder, he decided it was time to get naked because, bloody hell, at this rate he’d come from her just sucking his finger. He growled, “Say the words, Melanie, so I can toss you to the ground and devour you.”
She grabbed his wrist and pulled his finger from her mouth. She leaned in close and said, “Yes, Tristan. Fuck me under the sky.”