Page 25 of Rescued By The Dragon

“Yeah, I know, um, can you grab their drinks? I need to check on some food.”

It was a lie. All of it.

I needed to get out of Dorran’s line of sight. It was warming my skin and making me squirm. “Wait—,”

I didn’t wait, I raced toward the kitchen, checked on my nonexistent food, and walked toward the bathroom. Seeing him in private did wicked things to me, but knowing how he tasted in public, made it hard to think.

I splashed water on my face, trying to gather the nerve to walk out and face him and his brother when the door opened.

Dorran filled the doorjamb.

My gaze shifted toward his in the mirror. Dorran shut and locked the door behind him. “Are you hiding from me?”

“I just needed a moment.”

Dorran tsked under his breath. “Shame on you. The little new girl is struggling to keep up out there.”

“She’ll be okay.”

Dorran walked over and placed both hands on the sink on either side of me, his mouth a hairbreadth away from my ear. “Why are you suddenly shy? You weren’t shy when you asked me to kiss you on your step-sister’s bed, were you?”

Turning to face him, with a plan to tell him to leave immediately, he kissed me.

It was different from before.

No hesitation. It seemed he couldn’t miss his chance, and I was glad for it. My mind wandered to the magazines sitting on my bed. Maybe I should have brought them with me...

Dorran laced his fingers around the back of my neck, angled my mouth, and demolished me in every sinful way possible. My legs grew weaker the more he deepened our kiss.

His mouth was soft but firm, controlling but giving. Everything inside of me melted. I was glad for the sink holding me up, and his strong coiled forearm wrapped around my back.

His tongue snaked into my mouth, and an embarrassing squeal left me. Dorran must have liked it because his wings burst from his back, the tip hitting the lightbulb above us, and shattering the glass around it.

His wings protectively curled over us, providing an umbrella to the rain shower of glass, all the while he screwed my mouth with his tongue.

A pressure built in my stomach, a desire bone-deep pooled in between my thighs. Tightening his fingers into my hair, he lifted me to the sink, placed his palm on the curve of my ass, and pulled me toward him, his fingers pressing into me.

It was all too much. I felt tingles shoot down my body, and I felt lighter than I ever had before. Was I floating? Because it felt like it.

I’d gone from never being kissed to making out in the bathroom. Dorran groaned deeply, his chest vibrated, and I forced myself to pull away and hide my face from him.

He gently turned my face toward him. “I’m sorry. That was too much.”

I swallowed and dared a glance at him. His emerald eyes were wide, curious, but the sly smirk told me he’d enjoyed that just as much as I had. “I need to get back to work,” I whispered.

Dorran didn’t budge. “What if I’m not finished tasting you, Amara?”

“Too bad,” I whispered, slipping down against his chest, I maneuvered my way around him, and toward the door. “Better get back before me, so I can take your order.”

Dorran walked around me, pinching my chin before disappearing down the hallway. I let go of the breath I was holding and touched my fingertips against my lips.

He was so good at that.

The lightweight feeling in my legs slowly drifted away and normalcy took its place.

When I made it back to the kitchen, I found Sarah watching their table from behind an open menu. “Thank God you’re back,” she hissed. “I thought I was going to faint if I had to speak to them again.”

“Come on. We’ll take their order, and then check on table 6.”

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