My fingers tightened in her hair, and she rewarded me with a soft gasp that sent liquid fire into my veins. Softly, I slid my tongue against her mouth, begging to be let inside.
She opened slowly when the front door slammed shut.
Dammit, it all to Hell.
Bringing Amara with me, I walked us over to the window and sat her down. She was breathing hard, her gaze settling everywhere but on me. Gripping her chin, I lifted her face so she would look at me.
“We’re not finished, Little Mouse. Get to your room, and make sure the nails are secure.” I bent down, my mouth inches away from the shell of her ear, “And when you pick up this slob's laundry, remember how that felt on her bed.”
I opened the window and slid out into the night.
Amara was gone when I glanced back over my shoulder, but I could still hear her pounding heart. The taste of her mouth clinging to me like a childhood candy. Something I would never forget.
Chapter Nine
Amara
I was in way over my head. The wobble in my step as I raced back toward my room, locked the door, and tried to catch my breath, proved it.
His voice replayed in my head, “We’re not finished, Little Mouse ...”
I wasn’t sure about the Little Mouse thing, but the rest was enough to start a fire in my gut. The anticipation of his kiss, the taste of his mouth, and being left out to dry had me on the edge of my bed.
I hadn’t wanted him to stop. What was wrong with me?
I hardly knew the man—dragon shifter—whatever you wanted to call him, and I was lusting after him like a teenage girl.
Sliding my palm down my face, I walked over, slid the rest of the nails back into their holes, and let my curtains fall. I listened to their excitement about the rescheduling of the ball, and how they wanted to try different dresses because The Dragon Prince hadn’t given them much attention the time before.
A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. He’d been here ... with me. For the first time in my life, I felt important. Even if his interest faded, I was good enough for The Dragon Prince to take a second look.
Dumping the clothes into the dryer, I hurried toward the sink to finish the breakfast dishes. The step-monster had taken the girls to some kind of dress shop on the other side of town, and I was thankful to have the morning to myself.
Sasha knocked on the door as I put the last dish into the cabinet. She stormed in like a woman possessed, holding several magazines in her hands while attempting to hold her cell phone and a bag of donut holes.
“These should help.”
I looked down at the Cosmopolitan, Women’s Health, and Vanity Fair. “What in the ... Sasha I don’t have time to read these—,”
“If you have time to sneak The Dragon Prince into your room and kiss him, then you have time to scan these articles. They will help you with your lack of ... experience.”
“Fine. I’ll put them in my room and maybe I’ll have a chance to look at them.”
I went to grab them, but she pulled them away. “I’ll do it because I don’t trust you not to throw them away.”
“I don’t have long. I need to get down to the restaurant. Helena popped up on me the other day, and I can’t risk her getting suspicious.”
Sasha sighed. “I wish you could just move out and live a normal life. The Dragon Prince could walk into the front door without having to sneak in like a kid and bang you against the closed front door."
“You and me both,” I whispered, shoving my things into my purse. “Thank you for the magazines—,”
“I came over here to hear about this in person. You gave me some lousy details over text. How did he smell?”
She leaned her elbows on the kitchen counter giving me her undivided attention “He smelled like nothing I’ve ever smelled before. I don’t know how to describe it, to be honest. It’s woodsy, dark, and alluring. It wasn’t his smell that lured me the most. It was his dragon’s eyes. They were dark, and it twisted something deep down inside of me that I didn’t know existed.”
Sasha’s eyes widened. “When are you going to see him again?”
I shrugged. “We didn’t set a date. We’re not dating, Sasha—,”