Page 42 of Dragon in Boots

“Yeah.”

“Five hundred and sixty-two,” he said.

Wow.“I don’t know anything about your kind, but that’s fucking old.”

“Thanks,” he said coldly.

“Don’t get me wrong, Dash; you look amazing. Better than amazing.” Her appreciative gaze washed over his body.

“There’s that look again.” He flashed a charming smile.

She couldn’t deny that Dash was beginning to fascinate her on every level, like a huge biologist’s wet dream. Didn’t hurt that he was easy on the eyes, too.

“Honestly?” she said. “I’m awestruck by you. I have so many questions—who your family is, where you’ve lived, why your body doesn’t age like mine.”

“So you want to study me,” he said, amused.

That sounded too clinical. “I wouldn’t mind spending time with you, yes.”

“Tell you what,” he held up his bottle of golden lotion, “put this on my back, and later you can ask me anything you want.”

“Anything?”

“Yes.” He nodded.

She smiled so big she was sure she looked like the Cheshire cat. Only creepier. But this was the kind of full nudity she appreciated. It took a strong, fearless man to open himself up.

She held out her hand for the lotion, still grinning like an idiot.

Dash snickered and turned around, giving her a full view of his powerful back muscles and round hard ass.

Dear God, help me.She tried to look away, but couldn’t. The more times they interacted, the more drawn in she felt. Dash was so different than she’d thought.

Jac poured lotion into her hand and set the bottle on the vanity. She began rubbing his firm, warm skin, trying not to think about how good he felt under her fingertips or that beneath his golden skin was a dangerous, winged predator that breathed fire.

Heat flooded her face and chest. “S-s-so what made you want to bare it all tonight?”

“It’s a sort of celebration for my kind. We remove our clothing and perform the cleansing ritual. Dancing mostly.”

Interesting.Her hands moved to the small of his back, working around his narrow waist. She couldn’t recall ever seeing such a perfect body.So sexy.How did he do it? How did he change shapes into such a magnificent beast?

She imagined his giant, winged form hovering over her naked body, heating her with his fearless strokes and expert hip thrusts.

Goosebumps exploded on her arms, and her nipples pearled. “But don’t you take off your clothes anyway? I mean, when you transform. I’m sure you don’t want to ruin your clothes.”

He swiveled and looked down at her with his stunning blue eyes. “Transform?”

“Into a dragon.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” he said.

Her mind stumbled. Why would he play dumb? It made no sense after their conversation last night. Unless he lived by a code that prevented him from speaking openly about what he was?

“Dash, say whatever you want, butyouate my giraffe last night. And just because I’m not punching you in the face right now doesn’t mean I’m okay with it. Larry was special.”

Dash was about to speak when a loud knock at the door interrupted them.

“Dash! We need you onstage for a dry run,” said a man.

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