“Not with the darkness of desire in her eyes and the heady scent of her arousal hanging in the air. Leaning forward, he brushed his lips over hers, promising himself he’d take just one taste. Their lips clashed, then clung, and he realized one taste wasn’t going to be enough. Her lips were warm and soft, like sinking into velvet that wrapped around and caressed his. She tasted of mint toothpaste, and something else. Something that was less a taste and more a feeling, one that rolled right throug...h him and touched his very soul. The spark of a connection at first contact. A recognition.She gasped, the sound lost under his lips, and he knew she’d felt it too. Crowding closer, she pressed herself against him, her skin tempting under the thin robe she wore. Her hands crept up, one wrapping around the nape of his neck as the fingertips of the other stroked the bare skin at his throat. Deep within the dragon rumbled in pleasure. It liked her touch. More than liked it, needed it more than he needed air to breathe.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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