Dragon Fever by Elsa Jade

that he might have hurt her, he tried to pull back, but she bowed off the bed, her hips grinding hard on his pelvis as she came in an explosive rush.
    Unable—unwilling—to control himself, he tumbled after her.
    And the dragon’s hoarse scream of triumph ripped from his throat.
     
    ***
     
    His shout made her come again. Piper closed her eyes as every muscle seized in agony and ecstasy, lightning cascading through her pussy and shooting out along every nerve until her fingers and toes were tingling.
    Rave thrust again and again, riding the waves of their reverberating orgasm, and each aftershock made her gasp, silver and gold sparkles exploding behind her eyelids.
    What the hell had he done to her? She never came so easily, at least not with anyone else. It was as if he knew her body as well as she did after only one—two, now—encounters.
    God, what would she give him for a third shot? Everything, probably.
    As soon as she thought it, the possibility disturbed her. A one-night stand was one thing. An afternoon quickie in the unflinching light of day was another. But third times…
    Well, that was always the charm, wasn’t it?
    He was still braced above her on stiffened arms, his chest heaving and his head hanging down so his forehead touched her crown. The gusts of his breath ruffled her hair, sending a fresh shiver down her spine and goosebumps trailing after.
    He touched every part of her even when he wasn’t touching her.
    She looked down at their joined bodies, how he pierced her to the quick, but was more achingly aware of their harmonized breath, in and out, gradually slowing.
    And still his powerful arms held him just above her.
    She flattened her palm over the empty skin above his heart, her spread fingers not quite an X-marks-the-spot.
    “It’s like a treasure map,” she mused.
    If she hadn’t been so attuned to their breath, she might not have noticed the way his caught in surprise.
    “A what?”
    “A treasure map. See, here’s the mountains. Here’s the woods.” She feathered her fingers through the dusting of hair on his chest and grinned at him. “Here’s a coastline and river. Even the skull and crossbones. All these tattoos are little clues leading us to the buried pirate booty.” She reached down to squeeze his butt.
    With a grunt, he finally collapsed his arms, thumping down on the mattress beside her. He slipped out of her and rolled away to discard the condom.
    She traced a finger over the tattoos that continued across his shoulder blades. “Maybe you could get one that says ‘Here be dragons.’”
    He muttered something.
    “What?”
    He rolled back to face her, bending one arm under his head. “I said, pirates aren’t the only ones with buried treasure.”
    She curled her arm into a pillow, mirroring his stance. “I suppose you know all about booty in a casino.”
    He blinked slowly. “Are we still talking about money or backsides?”
    “Both, I guess. It’s just… It seems to me you have everything anyone could ever want here, all the money, all the excitement, but you don’t seem…” She bit her lip.
    This was where she’d gotten into trouble with Esme and Anjali, judging Ez’s relationship with Lars, mentioning Anj’s lack of relationship with anyone. She’d driven them away with her pestering; she wasn’t going to make that same mistake with Rave.
    His brow furrowed, not in anger, more questioning. “I don’t seem what?”
    “Never mind.” She blushed. “I blame my work, where I take little samples of things and try to figure out what’s inside them. I don’t know you well enough to know what you are or aren’t.”
    “Oh, I think you might know more than you know,” he said cryptically. “I’ve shown you more than I’ve ever shown anyone.”
    “The garden is amazing. And the waterfall. The wine was amazing.” She couldn’t stop herself from reaching out to run her fingers through his tousled hair. “ You are amazing.”
    It wrecked her to