Chapter 37

"It's warm in here," Dana said, looking around impatiently. "You want to go for a walk outside? The hotel has a courtyard, protected from the wind."
"Sure." Beau knew it was a bad idea, even as his lips formed the word. But before he could take it back, he'd stood and held out an arm. She slipped her hand into it as naturally as if they were long-term acquaintances. "Do you need a wrap?" It was February and though there was no snow, the air was still very cool.
Her chuckle was a deep throaty rumble. "No. Dragons are pretty much self-heating."
Beau just bet they were. She was doing a damn fine job of heating him up as well.
Ten minutes later, he knew he was toast. Beau nudged the hotel room door closed with one foot. His hands were busy finding the zipper on Dana's green silk gown. "This is a very bad idea."
"Horrible," she agreed. She pushed the tuxedo jacket off his broad shoulders and started working on shirt studs. "Possibly the worst I've ever had."
"Definitely." At that point, Beau decided he had better things to do with his lips than talk.
He heard something rip, didn't know if it was his shirt or her dress and he didn't really care. He only knew that from the first taste of this woman, he'd had to have her. It felt as though his balls would actually explode if he didn't let them have an outlet - preferably deep inside her.
"Damn it!"
He felt Dana teeter and held her steady with a hand at her waist as she kicked off her high heeled pumps, then stepped out of the dress that was now bunched around her ankles. She stood before him in a matching green satin bra and thong, her sleek, solid body gleaming softly in the dim light of the hotel room.
He paused in his own efforts to admire the sensual picture before him, one hand still on his zipper. She had the form of a goddess of battle or the hunt, toned and strong with sweetly curved hips and round breasts that would just fill his hands. Her smooth pussy glistened with the evidence of her passion and he dragged in a deep breath, loving the scent of her musky arousal. "Gorgeous." The word escaped his lips before he even knew he was going to say it.
Dana shook her head. "No. But I'm glad you think so." She nudged his hand away from his zipper. Taking his trousers in both her hands, she had him unzipped in seconds and then he was the one toeing off his formal black shoes and socks and kicking it all carelessly to the side.
As soon as his clothes were gone, he hauled her close and began kissing her again. She tasted of champagne and strawberries and her skin was warm to the touch. He buried one hand in her glorious tawny hair, dislodging several pins from the sophisticated coil, and fumbled at the clasp of her bra with the other. It had been a long time since he'd undressed a woman by touch. His few encounters over the last several years had been sedate and planned, not frantic with passion.
Hands with long, sharp nails cruised up and down his spine, finally settling to clench on his ass while they kissed. She was strong and the notion that he wouldn't have to constantly check his own strength fired his blood even further.
Her tongue dueled with his and Beau pressed her back against the wall beside the door. The bed was maybe ten feet away and the thought flashed through his mind that he should turn and move them in that direction. Then she slid her hand between them and found his shaft. Thinking ceased to be an option.
Dana groaned at the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her bloodstream. Beau pressed her against the wall, crushing her breasts into his broad, solid chest. Her nipples rasped in the mat of dark curls as he devoured her mouth. His cock was thick and hard in her hand, pulsing with life and power. He was big all over, especially where it counted and Dana couldn't wait to feel all of it buried inside her.
He undid her bra and she wiggled out of it, allowing it to fall to the floor, while she looked at him. His nude body was even more impressive than he'd been in the tux - and that was going some. Her eyes soaked in the broad, heavily muscled torso, very finely dusted with dark hair that arrowed down to one hell of an erection - long and thick, with a dark purple head. Her mouth watered and her pussy creamed at the sight.
With a few quick tugs of his hands, her thong followed, leaving her bare against him. One of his hands slid down her hip to delve between them and found her wet, aching cunt. He rubbed his fingers between her labia and groaned into her mouth.
"So warm. So wet," he murmured as he pulled his mouth from hers to gasp for breath.
She leaned back against the wall and lifted one leg to wrap around his hips, bringing his lower body even closer to hers.
"Now, my warrior goddess." He eased his hands under her butt to lift her off the floor, his chest pressing her fully into the wall for support. Without even stopping to think about it, she positioned his cock at her entrance and lifted both legs to wrap them around his waist. Her arms locked around his shoulders as he moved to get the angle right, then slid into her waiting sheath with one smooth motion.
"Yes!" Her cry and his hiss were simultaneous as he seated himself to the balls. She was stretched tight, as full as she'd ever been and she desperately needed him to move.
Beau didn't disappoint. With the ease provided by his superhuman strength, he supported her weight while sliding slowly out of her cunt and then even more slowly back in. Dana buried her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the warm, sensual scent of his sweat-sheened skin. Her fingers dug into the skin of his shoulders, barely making a dent in the powerful muscles beneath. She was so aroused that she knew her claws were extending but she knew Beau could take it, so for the first time ever, she totally let herself go.
With her movement so limited by the wall and Beau's equally solid body, all she could do was feel. She gripped his cock with her vaginal muscles as he pumped, and moaned her pleasure aloud into his neck as the tip of his penis nudged her cervix. "Just like that, Beau. But harder." Then she bit down on the thick tendon that corded his throat.
He must have been holding back. She could feel it the instant his control broke. He groaned and increased the pace, pounding into her hard and deep. A painting shook on the wall to her left but neither of them cared. Beau's fingers dug fiercely into the muscles of her thighs, probably hard enough to bruise even her and Dana gloried in the tiny pain that only exacerbated the pleasure.
"So fucking tight," he muttered, then switched to French, letting her know he thought she was the hottest flame he'd ever been burned by. Between the sound of his slick flesh slamming into her wetness and the soft, gravelly voice, the salty taste of his skin and the scent of male flesh, her senses were overwhelmed.
The upward thrust of his cock meant he rubbed his pubic bone against her clit with every stroke. After only a few more thrusts, she tightened and exploded, crying out his name as every muscle in her body spasmed. She came in hot, pulsing waves, biting down on his skin and holding onto him for all she was worth.
Her pleasure must have sent Beau over the edge as well. He pumped hard a few more times, then stiffened and held himself deep. He returned the favor and bit down on her shoulder as a hot surge of fluid filled her core.