Page 9 of Never Flirt with a Dragon

But, he gave up on it after a minute.

Then he turned toward an open, doorway-shaped chunk cut out of the mountain, tucked me behind his back, and walked forward.

My hands landed on his bare back. The warmth in my body faded a lot when our skin was touching, which was nice.

But his bare ass was against my abdomen. And holy hell, it felt amazing. I was at war with the urge to touch it, but luckily, I managed to keep my hands pinned to the muscles on his back.

I couldn’t see over his shoulders, so I didn’t know where we were going. Everything around me was dark, so I couldn’t have seen anything even if he wasn’t blocking my view.

At one point, we halted, and he snarled at something or someone. The sound was vicious, and animalistic.

Fear curled in my chest.

I heard a male voice curse, followed by the sound of a door shutting.

Then, we continued onward.

Faster.

My fear faded a little.

Whatever had happened seemed to be over.

Jasper may as well have been dragging me through the hallway, he was moving so fast.

We went around multiple dark halls and up two flights of stairs before he tugged a door open and pulled me inside. As soon as we were shut in the room together, he released me and stalked around the space.

Still naked.

There was murder in his eyes as he studied everything.

I pressed my back to the door, waiting for him to stop investigating or panicking, or whatever else he was doing. I could barely make out shapes in the room, it was so dark, with only a tiny bit of moonlight streaming in through a cutout in the wall that I supposed was a window.

After a few minutes, his fury finally subsided.

And then he prowled toward me.

“Shit,” I whispered.

He didn’t look entirely sane.

Maybe he didn’t look sane at all.

With everything dark like it was, he was a little terrifying.

His nostrils flared as he approached me, and his hands met the door on either side of my head.

Part of me wanted to close my eyes and wait until he was done with whatever he was doing.

The rest of me forced them to stay open, to watch.

He’d said he wouldn’t hurt me… and for some insane reason, I believed him.

I guess it helped that he was my best friend’s husband’s brother. And because I liked August enough to assume that his brothers, who were his closest friends, were decent guys.

He stepped closer.

The tip of his erection pressed against my lower belly, and my entire body tensed.

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