Page 38 of Princess Seeks Dragon
One of her hands plants on my chest.
Maybe she already shares them.
“The only time a Kane dragon has taken a lady of noble birth to a high tower was as his bride. Mate.” The word escapes as a hiss, but that is all I will allow to escape. The intrigued light in Angela’s eyes is corkscrewing its way into my heart. The feel of her hand over my heart is like a brand. In seconds, something has changed. I want her to stay.
I tell myself it’s for her sake, too. “Say what you will about this form, but dragons make elite bodyguards. After all, a dragon guards what is precious to him. His hoard. His treasure. No one can take it from him while he breathes. Andyouare worth treasuring, Angela. I can tell.”
Angela launches herself up on her tiptoes, lips turned upward to find mine. I fold my wings and arms around her, feeling her towel fall as her skin slides against my scales. “You are mine now, princess,” I growl.
The way she’s kissing me, her hand sliding up my face and reaching for my horns?
I don’t think she objects.
Chapter Twelve: Sparks
Idon’t usually makeout with strangers. This guy is a stranger. I’ve known him for one day.
On the other hand, people know each other for dinner and a movie and then go at it like rabbits, right?
“It’s not too fast, little wren. You were made to be caught by someone who could protect you. Take you under his wings,” Graham chuckles as he seems to read my mind. His breath perfumes the few inches of air between our lips, a sweetly smoky scent like the memory of grilling herbs. It tingles in my nostrils as his tongue sweeps across my throat and flickers over my lips.
A perfect, tiny inverted V shows the slight fork in his tongue. He’s fascinating, like the rare plants I used to see on our high school’s annual trip to Longwood Gardens.
Is that why you like him? Because he’s a distraction, something you can use to take your mind off your troubles? Does a hot bodyguard and a dangerous situation equal falling into bed?
Or because he makes it sound like he wants you, and only you? You’re his treasure, his hoard, his precious, whereas with Vincenzo Genovese, you’d just be one of his harem.
“I’m a mess, aren’t I?” I murmur as his wings rub against my bare back.
“Oh, lass. If you knew the steaming pile I’ve been. Helping you is only thesecondthing I’ve managed to do right in over a year.”
“What’s the first?”
“Coming to Pine Ridge to help my brother and his wife,” he confesses. “There’s... There’s a lot you don’t know about me. But I’ll tell you later. When things are safer.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, either. How could we know each other well after only a day together?” I swallow.
