“It’s not something we talk about.” She grabs a tissue and dabs her eyes. “In fact, it’s not somethingIeven knew until a year ago. But our family isn’t all riches and light, Dragon. We have our dark secrets too, and they might be just as dark as yours.”
“Maybe,” I say. “Maybe not. But you’ll never know because there are some things I never talk about.”
She takes a step toward me again. “Would you like to?”
“Hell no.”
“If you want to talk, I’ll be happy to listen. I will hold every word you say to me in confidence. And if you don’t want to talk?” She stands on her tiptoes and brushes her soft lips against mine. “I can help you with that, too.”
ChapterTwenty-One
Diana
He parts his lips and shoves his tongue between mine.
Another kiss, and it’s perfection.
Yes, it’s dark, and yes, it’s Dragon, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I’m curious about his background—everyone is—but right now, I can be content just to kiss him.
Maybe let him take me to bed.
Perhaps I’ll takehimto bed.
What the hell am I thinking?
Except for once, I don’t want to think.
I’ve spent my life thinking, being the good girl.
Keeping myself out of trouble after trouble found me—naïve, unsuspecting me—freshman year at that homecoming bonfire.
No, not now.
No more thinking.
For once I’m going todowithout thinking.
And right now, this is the best kiss I’ve ever had.
Dragonisa dragon. I swear he’s breathing fire into me. My entire body is hot, molten.
How long has it been since I’ve been with a man? Too damned long.
I break the kiss with a loud pop.
His eyes are narrowed, smoldering in their intensity.
“Are you sure?” he says, his voice cracking.
I nod.
“You’d better be damned sure, Diana. Because once we start this, we’re going to finish.”
I nod again.
“Say it. Say the words, Diana.”