Page 12 of Never Flirt with a Dragon

I could see his back from the doorway. My body remained flushed as I watched him step into a pair of boxer-briefs, followed by a pair of jeans.

I bit my lip when I watched him from behind as he worked the zipper up.

It took much longer than it should’ve, thanks to his erection.

My body warmed at the thought.

Jasper rumbled from the bedroom, and growled, “Try not to let your desire get out of hand. It smells too fucking good.”

I bit my lip harder, accidentally drawing blood.

The taste of it met my tongue, but I didn’t release my lip.

He didn’t want me so turned on.

I needed something else to focus on.

He disappeared for a moment, and came back out with a shirt on.

Suddenly, I was the one without enough clothes on.

My dress was tiny, and rolled up above the bottom hem of my panties. My face flushed more at the realization, and I quickly tugged it down to cover me.

It didn’t help a whole lot.

Anger twisted Jasper’s expression, and my eyes widened as he stormed back to me.

His hands captured my face with surprising gentleness, and he eased my bottom lip out from between my teeth, narrowing his eyes at the blood on it.

“Did I do that?”

The question caught me off guard.

“Miranda.” His voice was rough.

Right.

“No. I did.”

The anger in his eyes intensified.

“It was an accident,” I added quickly. “I’m just overwhelmed. Not sure what to do here.”

He slowly dipped his head.

Then, he released my face. Something about the way he moved made me think it was physically difficult for him to do so.

Finally, he took a step back.

As he did, there was a knock on the door.

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JASPER

“Jasper?” August demanded from the other side of the door.

“I’m here.” I didn’t take my eyes off Miranda.

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