Page 11 of Dragon Detective

Chapter 5

Hannah

If Reylor’s gorgeous amber eyes kept smoldering like that, I couldn’t be held responsible for my actions.

I wanted to climb him like a tree.

Drag him down to the floor and have my way with him.

Take him to my filled tub and climb in naked with him.

Totally inappropriate thoughts for the guy I’d only met today, let alone hired.

“Does Monsters, PI have any rules about detectives dating clients?” I blurted out, slapping my hand over my mouth the moment I said it.

He advanced on me in the dark hallway.

I backed up until my butt reached the wall.

What I wouldn’t give for him to lift me up, press me against the dingy green floral wallpaper, and kiss me.

No. We couldn’t kiss. We couldn’t date.

He stroked my hair away from my lashes where it had snagged. “No rules about that.” A smile teased across his lips, and he leaned close, caging me with his big palms pressing the wall, pulling in a slow breath by my hair. “You smell luscious.Like ripe berries, something spicy, and lust. Are you feeling lust for me, sweetheart?”

I’d fallen into a paranormal romance novel, and I never wanted to climb back out.

Except . . .

Ex-issues.

I was burned, and after I sold everything other than the possessions I could stuff in my car, I told myself I wouldn’t date anyone until my business was open and thriving.

It not only wasn’t open but at this rate, the odds of it thriving were practically nil.

“I . . . I . . .” I scooted out from beneath his arms, and let me tell you, it was all I could do to make my body do it. I wanted to melt into his embrace and see if his mouth tasted as yummy as it looked.

Beg him to shift and take me for more than one ride.

Damn me for letting my lust try to carry me away.

“Show me your bedroom,” he said.

“What?” I blurted out.

His eyebrows lifted. “You said water came in through your ceiling?” He was studying me. What did he see? Probably a woman who didn’t know what she wanted.

My heart still hurt from my ex’s betrayal, but my best friend going after my fiancé topped the cake. They were engaged now. Planning their wedding at the same venue I’d picked for mine.

The hate I felt for them both could burn down a building.

I dragged my brain back to the situation at hand. “Oh, yes. This way.” I unlocked the door with the code on the pad. “I installed this myself.”

“Good idea. No need for guests to wander into your private areas.”

He followed me into the sitting area and then on to my bedroom. “My bathroom’s that way.” I pointed to the left.

He ducked his head into the smaller room before coming back out to stare up at the ceiling.

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