Page 49 of From Us, Forever

Pressure formed between my brows as I studied it intently. Nothing looked peculiar. It was just a dragon that was heavily detailed, the scales and the flame almost lifelike as it rested on his skin.

“I don’t see anything.”

“Look closer,” he said, stepping forward.

His chest was barely an inch away from my eyes, but I still couldn’t see anything. “I don’t…” My words caught in my throat as I looked up at the hungry look in his eyes.

A shiver wrecked me when his single long finger caught the strap of my bra. “Strip it all, and I’ll tell you.”

Swallowing, I did as he commanded. Only the sound of my ragged breath filled the quiet of the room.

He leaned over when his finger tugged my nipple, almost twisting it off my skin, and whispered in my ear. “There’s a smaller dragon in the center if you look closely.”

A loud, breathless moan left my lips as I took in his tattoos in a new light. “What about it?” I asked, staring at it with glazed eyes.

“It spells out your initial.”

Shocked, I traced my eyes over the intricate body shape, and it did very well spell out E, but you wouldn’t know unless you looked closely.

“Why?” I asked in disbelief at the thought that he had my name tattooed on his heart. We weren’t together at that time—he hated me then.Does that mean he really did love me all along?

“My heart belongs to only one, Evelyn.”

I exploded into a million little pieces at that statement. “Why the dragon?”

“Dragons can symbolize unconditional love. A balance between the masculine and feminine. In a way, I thought the big one would represent me and the smaller one you. An ode to our love in a sense.”

I felt so much love at that moment that I had no idea what to say.

He nuzzled his face into my neck, pushing me back against the bed as his weight settled over me. “Now that my girl has denied me lunch, I look forward to eating her out instead.”

Air dissipated from the lungs as desire seized my body.

He did exactly as he promised for the rest of the flight while my body zapped in pleasure.

“Sweetheart, time to go.”

I groaned, burying my cheek into the soft heat beneath my head.

“We’re going to land. So get your sweet ass up.”

My eyes shot open. “What!?” I sat, startled. Only to realize that we were still on the jet, and I wasn’t wearing a thing under the thin sheet laid over me.

“How long do we have left?”

“Like two minutes,” he replied, casually leaning against the bed, fully dressed.

I sprang to my feet, gaining momentum at the last minute as I dug around for my bra and panties, which were strewn across the floor. “Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?”

He lifted a shoulder, watching me with mirthful eyes while I struggled with my bra hook. Uh, giving up, I dragged my sweatpants over my legs while I gave him a side-eye.

With a grin, he sauntered toward me, slipping behind as he held me still with a warm grasp on my waist. “Here,” he whispered while he hooked my bra.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, ignoring the tingles running through my body.

Within minutes, we were descending and touching the ground.

Jay carried the bags while Strawberry and I headed out of the cabin. The pretty hostess whose name I’d already forgotten didn’t even make eye contact as I walked past her, exiting the aircraft. Not like I cared. Making eyes at another woman’s manwas the pettiest thing a girl could do—I hoped she learned her lesson.

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