Page 53 of Never Feed a Dragon

“E,” I warned, hearing the undertones in his voice.

“You were so worried about Randa when she went radio silent that you called me a dozen times to check on her. And you hated me.”

“I didn’t hate you.”

“You didn’t like me either.”

He had a point.

And I had called him too many times, because I’d been scared out of my mind for my sister.

But, I hadn’t known what was really going on. No one told me the details about heat. Randa knew the details; she should be fine with waiting to hear from me.

I scrubbed my hair in silence, waiting for my guilt to fade, but it didn’t.

“You know exactly where to hit me the hardest,” I finally grumbled at Eli, as I rinsed the shampoo from my hair.

“Just doing my duty as a good roommate.”

I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t hide my smile entirely. “Fine. I’ll talk to her when I get out.”

“Probably a good call.”

“I know.”

I got out of the shower a few minutes later, and Eli surprised me again by holding a towel up for me. I thanked him, and wrapped it around myself before making my way out of my room.

“Look at those legs. Damn, Spaghetti,” he whistled behind me.

My face would’ve flushed if I wasn’t already sweating again thanks to heat. I flipped him off over my shoulder, and he laughed.

It only took me a minute to get dressed, and he waited inside the bathroom until I gave him the okay to come out. I was already on my last pair of clean sleep clothes, which meant laundry needed to be done, and soon.

I’d worry about that the next day.

Eli’s eyes burned over my body. I didn’t have to wonder if he appreciated it—his filthy mental images leaked into my mind.

Him eating me out.

Me riding his cock.

Him pinning me to the wall while we had sex.

“You’re just an endless fountain of lust, aren’t you?” I drawled.

My own desire was pooled between my thighs, and he could probably smell it.

“For you, yes.”

I dug my phone out of my bag and turned it on while I padded to the bed. My entire body ached. Sex was the only thing that would fix me, but stubbornness had me putting it off.

Eli tucked himself under the blankets with me, his head on the pillow while I leaned up against the headboard. When I saw all the texts and calls I’d missed from Randa, I grimaced.

She rarely sent two texts before getting a response, let alone three.

She didn’t mind waiting for an answer.

But… apparently this time she minded.

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