Bobbi had missed the touching between them, too. Missed the casual way he used to pick her up and carry her around and sit her on his lap and touch her and taste her…
Whoa now girl, slow things down a little, she warned herself. All this talk about touching and owning and belonging to each other is nice, but maybe you shouldn’t act on it tonight.
Her mom always said it was best to sleep on big decisions and this definitely counted as one, Bobbi thought.
“Yes, you can pick me up,” she told Dragon carefully. “But I think we should wait a little while before we decide to get bonded.”
“How long is ‘a while’ and why do we have to wait?” Dragon asked, picking her up and cuddling her in his lap. He nuzzled the side of her neck and inhaled deeply. “Gods, I’ve missed your scent, little one.”
“We’ve been moving really fast ever since we met—I just want to be sure before we take such a permanent step,” Bobbi told him, rather breathlessly. God, she’d missed the way he nuzzled her neck! His hot breath on her throat sent shivers of desire down her spine.
“All right,” Dragon murmured, still nuzzling. “But if we’re going to wait before we bond, I think it’s best that I Mark you again.”
“You…you want to Mark me again?” Bobbi’s breath caught in her throat. “Why?”
“Mmm… because my scent is almost gone from your skin and there are many, many unmated males aboard this ship,” he growled softly. “We don’t have to make love, little one—but at least let me mark my territory so other males know you’re not free for the taking.”
“You don’t have to worry about some other guy kidnapping me, if that’s what you’re afraid of,” Bobbi told him, rather breathlessly. “That’s not how they do things aboard the Mother Ship.”
“I know they don’t, but I still want to Mark you.” He laid a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the sensitive side of her throat. “Will you let me? Can I mark you, little feela?”
“Well, I suppose it would be all right,” Bobbi told him, her heart pounding. Something told her it was going to be very, very hard to keep from making love with the big Kindred if they started down this road, but she told herself she had willpower and she could do it if she tried.
“Good…” Dragon slid off the couch and knelt in front of her, which put his head level with hers. “Then let me start by Marking your breasts, little one. Do you mind?” He lifted his brows at her, clearly asking for consent.
“N-no. I don’t mind,” Bobbi stuttered. God, she’d missed him so much! Missed his hands and mouth on her body! His soft, hot lips and the scratchiness of his whiskers on her sensitive flesh…
She had told Kat how she felt addicted to the big Kindred and her friend had laughed and said, “Oh, that’s probably just his Bonding Scent working on you! When a Kindred warrior wants to bond a woman to him, his body starts making a brand-new pheromone designed to attract only her. I’d say that Dragon’s body has probably been putting that out for you from the very first.”
So now she knew why she wanted him so badly, but it didn’t do her any good because she still couldn’t resist him, Bobbi thought as she watched him unbutton her blouse, revealing the lacy black bra beneath it. She still wanted him, no matter what.
I’m hooked, she thought, watching as Dragon cupped her full breasts in his big hands and examined her bra. Completely hooked.
“What is this strange undergarment?” he asked, frowning as he cupped her. “It keeps me from touching your bare breasts.”
Oh that’s right—Saurians don’t wear underwear, she remembered. No wonder he’s confused.
“It’s just for support,” Bobbi told him. “And so people can’t see my nipples through my blouse.”
“But I want to see your nipples, feela.” He looked up at her, that deep, possessive growl in his voice. “I want to see them and stroke them and tease them and taste them.”
“It…it’s not that hard to get off. See?” Bobbi showed him how the bra—which was a front-hook kind—unfastened. When she peeled it apart, Dragon’s bronze eyes lit up and a low growl of lust rose from his throat.
“Gods, how I’ve missed your beautiful, curvy body this last week!” Leaning down, he rubbed his rough cheeks against the curves of her bare breasts, making Bobbi gasp as desire filled her.
“Oh God, Dragon—Mark me!” she moaned. “Mark my nipples.”
“You mean like this?” Holding her eyes with his own, he sucked one of her tight peaks into his hot mouth. He toyed with her nipple with his tongue, swirling it around and around her aching tip until Bobbi moaned and arched her back, offering him more.