“Yes,” she said.
“Well, I hate to be the one to tell you,” he growled, stepped closer, “but I’m not proper, Allison. I’m not a good dragon. I’m a naughty dragon, and I’ve got my heart set on you.”
Chapter 11
He kissed her.
Christopher brought his lips to hers, and he kissed her. He knew perfectly well that she was his mate, and she knew it, too. Admitting this to himself, and to her, was freeing. It was calming, and it was exciting.
Now they were alone. They’d sneaked away from the party, and they were all on their own. They could do anything that they wanted to, anything at all, and there was no rush.
Unlike their stolen kisses in his office, there was nowhere they had to be. They weren’t hiding from anyone. They weren’t scurrying to act proper or polite, and that was good because Christopher had big plans for Allison, and none of them were polite.
None of them were proper.
“Christopher,” she whispered against his mouth.
“Allison.”
“I love you,” she pulled back, looking at him. Then her face scrunched up.
“Did you just cringe?” Christopher chuckled at the sweet little human. She’d said the words and instantly shriveled her face in fear.
“No!”
“You did,” he said. “Is the idea of loving me that terrible?”
“Well?” Allison looked up at him hopefully.
“I love you, too, little human,” he told her. “I love you, too.”
He grabbed her, pulling her into his arms, and he kissed her right back. Oh, she felt so damn good in his arms. She felt like heaven to him. He ran his hands down her arms and grabbed her hands, holding them as they kissed.
“I’ve waited so long for this moment,” he said.
“You’ve kissed me before.”
“Not like this.”
Tonight, things were going somewhere. They’d shared secret kisses in his office before, yes, but this was different. Tonight, they were actually going to seal the deal. They were going to go all the way, and they were going to make it perfect. It had to be perfect because she was perfect.
Christopher reached for the straps that held her dress in place and pushed, shoving them off her shoulders. Her breasts were soft and lovely, and he reached out and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. They tightened, hardening for him. Oh, she was delicious, wasn’t she?
“No bra?”
“Nope.”
“No panties?”
“No,” she whispered, her voice breathless. “I hope you don’t mind.”
He didn’t mind. Not at all. Neither did his dick, which was hard and ready for her. He growled, lifting her up, and he stepped forward until her back was pressed against the wall and her legs were wrapped around him.
“Don’t make me wait, Christopher,” she told him. “Not after all this time.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
He had planned to take his time teasing her, giving her all the foreplay in the world, but now that they were here, and they were ready, and she didn’t want him to wait. That was perfectly fine because he didn’t want to wait either. Christopher wanted to bury his cock deep inside of the little human. He wanted to make her fall apart with pleasure. He wanted to make her feel wild and happy and free.