Page 54 of Rescued By The Dragon

He’d been right about the baby blue color of the moon with the silhouette of a dragon flying through it. I couldn’t turn my eyes away. It was perfect.

“You like it?”

My gaze caught Dorran’s in the mirror. The corner of his mouth pulled into a smirk, but I couldn’t look away from his body. The ridges of his abdomen that tapered off into a deep V had my heart gaining speed.

Then he had on those ungodly gray sweatpants Sasha always talked about. Memories from the night before surfaced, and I reimagined all he'd done to me. My body ached for him again, though I knew the throbbing between my legs meant I needed a break.

“No good morning?” he asked, stepping forward. “You’re just going to ignore my question and ogle me? We need to work on your manners,” he whispered, stepping up behind me.

Slowly, he trapped me between his arms, bracing one hand on each side of my hips, and dipped down to kiss my collarbone. “I think you dreamed of me last night. I heard you moaning and squirming all night.”

A blush heated my neck. “I’d tell you if I remembered.”

Dorran nuzzled his nose into my neck, lifted the edge of my t-shirt, and fingered the hem of my panties. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore.”

“As expected,” he said. “You fell asleep last night in the bath, so I dressed you and put you to bed.”

“I vaguely remember it,” I chuckled. “You put me out, I guess.”

"You were amazing," he whispered before he stood up, and caught my gaze again in the mirror. “But I have to warn you. That’s nothing. We're just testing the waters, but we have forever to delve into any of my fantasies. Are you hungry?”

I nibbled my lip. “I need some coffee first.”

Dorran looped his arm around my waist and tossed me over his shoulder.

He dropped me in the kitchen, while he dug out the coffee.

“Sasha told me that I was the talk of the town. She texted me last night,” I said, sliding open the balcony doors, I picked up the cushions and the overturned plant from the storm. “I hope they never find us here,” I whispered more to myself.

Dorran’s lack of a response turned my attention to the kitchen where he stood watching me. “I guess I should probably warn you that I hear everything. If you get the nerve to mumble something, just say it in your head if you don’t want me to hear it.”

I laughed. “So no talking crap about you out loud, right?”

Dorran stirred a bit of honey into the mug in his hand and carried it over to me. “Thank you.”

Dorran stepped out onto the balcony with me. “I hope that you never have to talk crap about me, but I understand if you do. My mother says I can be quite annoying at times.”

I took a sip and closed my eyes. “I need to check my email today. I have classwork to do.”

Dorran sat down on the sofa. “I meant to ask you why you were hiding your laptop. Did you steal it, Little Mouse?”

“No,” I said playfully. “It’s mine. I paid for it. My step-monster didn’t want me to go to college, because I needed to learn the business so I could take care of it. I love fashion, so I secretly applied online and I’ve been hiding it for three years. I’m almost finished with my degree.”

“Your stepmother is a real pain in the ass,” he said.

“Tell me about it.”

Dorran grabbed my wrist and pulled me down onto his lap.

“Dorran?”

“Yeah?”

“I have a question to ask you.”

“Ask it.”

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