Page 37 of The Dragon's Mate Proposal

“What about option three?”

“You stay wet, catch a cold, and become a miserable companion until you get better. Maybe you get pneumonia on top of it.”

“That’s not how getting a cold works,” she muttered while stepping forward into my arms anyway, quelling any further protests.

I wrapped her up tight, holding her firm against me while frantically telling my cock to stop swelling. I didn’t need it poking her and making things awkward. More awkward.

Whatever.

“Let me know if it gets too hot,” I spoke into her ear, which was near my mouth. “I’m going to go slower than with myself, but still, speak up, okay?”

“Uh-huh,” she mumbled, her reply muffled by my shirt.

I started warming myself, feeling the wave of heat blast across her front and begin ridding us of the water. It took several minutes, but she didn’t complain or even flinch.

“Switch,” I said, stifling a growl as she squirmed around in my arms, pressing her against me.

Now her ass was digging into my groin, and my dragon was losing its shit. I bared my teeth, fighting down the challenge but not able to fully keep the beast chained. My cock wanted her, too. It wanted me to push her forward, bend her over the rock, and rip her pants apart, presenting her ass and pussy to me from behind, a perfect invitation to slide in deep, filling her and making her moan in ecstasy.

Samantha twitched in my grip. She had to be feeling my reaction.

Enough.

“Okay,” Samantha said suddenly, stepping away. “I think I’m dry now.”

Her chest was rising and falling faster, too, I noted. And her clothing was not fully dried.

But I didn’t argue.

“Back to the house, then,” I said, and we headed off the path, neither of us speaking yet both eager for the other to say something unrelated to our physical reactions.

“Yes. You need to find some tools, so you can take the water pump apart and get it running. I’ll start cleaning the kitchen, I guess, so we have somewhere to eat.”

“Don’t worry about going too crazy,” I said, holding a large branch aside so she could walk past. “I’m sure most of it will have to be gutted and rebuilt in the long run.”

“Why?” she glanced at me.

I ground my teeth together. Her hair was still wet, and it was plastered to her face, highlighting the glow of her blue eyes.

“Well, isn’t it ruined? I mean, it’s just been sitting here for ages.”

“Yeah, but it was still in pretty darn good shape. I think most of it can be saved.”

“Really?” I asked, unable to stop myself from brightening. I wasn’t supposed to care about the house and restoring it. It was all just a cover to search for the treasure and a means to pay off my debts. Nothing more. I shouldn’t be so excited.

“Yeah. I mean, it’s actually incredibly well preserved. Does the climate around here ever change? Do you get winter or anything?”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “Storms, yes. But the temperature generally doesn’t vary much. It’s part of the magic that covers the isles.”

“Must be nice,” she muttered in a much different tone.

I frowned. Something about that had bothered her.

“You don’t like us,” I said, taking a stab in the dark. “Do you? You’ve been covering it up, but you hate dragons. And you hate that our home is so nice because you should love it, but since we live here, you’re trying to make yourself hate it.”

The look Samantha shot me over her shoulder said I was on the right track.

“What makes you say that?”

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