Page 20 of Hungry Like A Dragon
He stayed slightly behind her while they flew, and took the time to admire her dragon form. She was magnificent, breathtaking, gorgeous. He wanted to play, to entice her into a dragon game or two. He wanted to nip at her tail and blow a ring of smoke for her to fly through.
And then he wanted to shift back to human form and entice her to play like they had the day they’d conceived Sadie. Damn, why hadn’t he thought to bring a condom with him?
A bank of clouds momentarily covered the moon and Petra abruptly twisted into a nosedive, forcing Noah to stop thinking with his dick as he chased after her. By the time the sky brightened again, they were on the ground, in the middle of a cemetery where the gravesites were all above ground and adorned with elaborate stone statues.
Petra shifted back to human form and magicked her clothes onto her body far too fast for Noah to glimpse anything inappropriate.
Too bad.
He followed suit and then hurried after her as she ran for a massive oak tree that was dripping with Spanish moss. “Brilliant idea,” he said as he pushed aside streamers of moss and stepped underneath the low hanging branches.
Petra grabbed him by the front of his shirt, twisted him around, and shoved his back against the tree trunk. He lifted his hands as if in surrender and said, “Whoa. Déjà vu.”
No idea if she heard him, because she clamped her hands onto his cheeks, leaned in, and pressed her lips to his. Her mouth opened and her tongue teased at him, encouraging him to let her in.
Oh, hell yeah.
He cupped the back of her head with one hand and grabbed her ass with the other, dragging her closer. She shimmied her hips, rubbing against his erection.Gods, it’s been so damn long.
Since the one and only time with her, actually.
“Fuck,” he growled as he tore his lips away and placed both hands on her hips to still her movements.
She blinked like she’d been hypnotized and then looked around in apparent confusion. “What the hell?” When her gaze dropped to his raging hard on, she scrambled backward, tripping over a protruding root and falling on her ass.
“Shit,” she said, batting his hand away when he tried to help her up. “What the hell was that?”
“Almost a repeat of a year ago, I’d say.” Noah winced as he adjusted his throbbing erection. Gods be damned, that had been close. Too damn close.
She slapped the ground and then climbed to her feet. “Godsdamn it. I don’t want to go down that road again.”
“Me neither,” he agreed.
She glanced into the tree branches and then flapped her hand at the trunk. “Why did that happen? It was like—like I couldn’t help myself.”
“I get it. I felt the same way.”
She shook her head. “Hormones. I…I haven’t been with anyone else since, well, you know.”
“Me neither.”
Her eyes widened. “Really?”
He shrugged.
She shook her head again and said, “I can’t deal with this right now.” She walked to the wall of Spanish moss and parted it with her hand, scanning the sky above the cemetery. After a few moments, she let the streamers fall back into place and said, “I think we lost them.” Then she pulled her phone out of the purse she’d draped across her body, and pressed a button before lifting it to her ear.
“Hi, Rebecca, it’s Petra. Just checking in.” She glanced at Noah. “Yeah, he found me.” She didn’t sound pleased. “Yes. Okay, good. Yes. We’ll be home in a little while. Thanks, Rebecca. ‘Bye.”
After disconnecting the call, she sighed and said, “Come on, let’s get back to the house and regroup.”
Good idea. They had a hell of a lot to talk about. Like why the hell she’d gone on a date with an abusive asshole—and what it had to do with breaking the curse on their colony.
