Blue Dragon Challenge

Excerpt from: Blue Dragon Challenge

She wouldn’t have to fake it with Scott. If he’d take her to bed.

With his cock deep inside her, an orgasm would be a delicious, mind-blowing experience. Was he even aware of her need for him as he sat on the floor, his legs crossed Indian style, talking to her about an absurd topic like godmothers?

Scott, the heir apparent to the Vandarian throne, overwhelmed her bachelor flat with his intimidating presence. Her room was almost larger than the small principality that few had heard of but meant everything to him. He’d dropped in an hour earlier to visit but his countenance was melancholy, an unusual state of affairs for the normally cheerful prince.

“So what do you think? Is there such a person as a godmother?” he asked, tilting his handsome face upwards to look into her eyes.

Justine couldn’t help herself. She spiralled forward into those inquisitive blue eyes, the colour of a shimmering sapphire. Her breath caught. If only he would see her as he saw his other fly-by-night women, attractive, desirable, a female who would do anything for one hot, hot night in bed with him. She’d strip naked for him, spread her legs wide apart so he could feast his eyes on her weeping pussy. Her nipples puckered into tight buds just thinking about the ways she could lure Scott into her fantasy sex world.

“Want a beer?” she asked in an attempt to break the tenacity of her lurid thoughts.

Quickly, she rose and headed for the fridge where she would be alone for a second or two. How could he ignore her blatantly aroused behaviour? What would nudge him into noticing her as a female, hot and ready for her prince?

She handed him the beer. As her fingers brushed his, sparks flashed. “Did you feel that?” she asked, hoping he had not only felt the sparks but had seen them arcing from their hands like brilliant garnets and translucent diamonds.

“Felt what?” he asked absently.

“Never mind.” If Scott hadn’t experienced the arcing himself, there was no point in explaining the phenomenon. She’d return to admiring his fantastic physique. The man was drop dead gorgeous. All the time he spent in the gym had paid off too. A white golf shirt encased his broad chest but the sleeves couldn’t hide the rippling muscles of his biceps. Neither could his dark jeans hide the massive size of his cock. Justine sucked in a breath. Heat seared her cheeks, forcing her to rub them with her palms. She sighed. He was so overpoweringly sexy.

“Justine? Justine?” she heard him call her name from far, far away. She ran her tongue over her lower lip and sighed again. She had to snap out of her mooning after him. “Yes?” she said, wondering what he’d been discussing so intently. If only she weren’t so damned attracted to him, maybe she could get on with her life instead of waiting for him to make a move.

“You’re usually right with me, word for word.” Scott’s eyes shone with humour. “Penny for your thoughts?”

You had me with ‘usually right with me’. Under your strong, muscled body. Justine cleared her throat. “I was thinking about the girl you’re going to marry,” she blurted. Her cheeks flamed hotter. What business of hers was it who he married? If he wanted her, Justine, wouldn’t he have said or done something? Scott was such a forward man. He left nothing to chance, even when he inched up the face of a sheer mountainside, just for the sheer thrill.

His thick eyebrows squirreled together. “What does that have to do with godmothers?”

Flustered, she waved a hand in the air. “I don’t know.” Should she dare admit the truth to him? That she was in love with him? Had been for the last five years since she first set eyes on him that fateful day in University?

“Are you coming down with a cold or something?” Effortlessly, he rose and sat beside her, wrapping his muscled arms around her waist. Definitely not a lover’s hold.

“I think I might be.” She felt protected and safe in his embrace, as if she belonged. Why couldn’t he see how they fit together so perfectly even if she wasn’t of noble blood?

He nuzzled her forehead with his chin, his shadow beard scraping against her tender skin. Justine thought of how those tiny, sharp hairs would feel against the inside of her thighs as his warm lips travelled towards her demanding pussy.