Page 31 of Fake Dating The Dragon

“Yes, absolutely.”

Now she was holding her breath, he could tell. But he couldn’t smell fear, just the warm, sweet scent of her body, and her floral perfume, heady and delightful.

He let his tail tighten around her waist and pulled her gently into his flank.

She let out a small squeak and he quickly loosened his grip. “No, no, sorry that was fine, I guess I just wasn’t expecting your tail to feel so… so powerful.”

He laughed. “We use them when we fly, for stability. They’re pure muscle.” And for other things, best not to mention.

“I can imagine you’d have to. Okay, can you do it again, because I really don’t think I should suddenly squeak out loud in public. I’ll aim to be very relaxed, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.”

“Tell me when you’re ready.”

She brushed her hair behind her ears, smoothed her hands down her skirt. “Ready.”

This time he curled his tail tighter, trying to ignore the way the tip itched to explore up her body.

He sensed her tense up again and was about to let her go when she suddenly relaxed against him, almost leaning her head into his torso. His tail tingled. Then, to his utter surprise, her hand lifted and touched it.

“It’s warm,” she said.

“Dragons can regulate their blood from cold to warm. It’s a—leftover—from our ability to shift.” Ethan barely dared breathe as he spoke. He didn’t tell her that warmth was associated with affection. Desire.

If she’d looked down, the swell in his pants would have been unmistakable. Her body felt pliant against him, and his tail itched to flick higher, up to the swell of her breast.

To his utter surprise she started to stroke his tail with her fingertips, as if the damn thing fascinated her.

Shit!

He uncoiled her so fast she nearly went spinning across the corridor.

“Oh.” She looked shocked. “I wasn’t quite expecting that.”

“Just—um—don’t touch my tail. Not in public.”

She looked chastened. “I didn’t even think… I’m so sorry if it was unpleasant.”

“No,” he gritted out. “Quite the opposite.”

She was silent for a moment, then she said stiffly, “I beg your pardon.”

Ethan hauled in a breath. “It can be an erogenous part of a dragon, particularly when stroked.”

“Oh gosh.” She stood chewing on her lip, then smiled up at him. “Like earlobes on humans. At least, so I’ve heard.”

He grinned, relaxing a little. “I did notice you have nice earlobes.”

“You did?”

“Yes. When you tuck your hair behind your ear, they’re visible.” Before he realized what he was doing, he reached out a hand and gently traced around her ear.

She blinked at him from behind her lenses, and he saw the sharp rise and fall of her breasts under her dress. Small, high breasts. He took in the hollow of her neck, the way her chin tilted and almost stepped closer. Then he came to his senses.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “I forgot to ask if I could touch you then.”

“Well, I guess we’re quits now, then,” her lips quirked almost mischievously, “on touching erogenous body parts.”

“I guess we are. Good night, Min.”

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