Page 25 of Hungry Like A Dragon
I remember how big he was.
Her damn dragon certainly wasn’t helping matters.
Noah shifted and Petra held her breath. He rolled onto his side and blinked his eyes open. “Can’t sleep?” he asked, his voice gravelly because he most certainly didn’t have the same problem.
“I didn’t mean to wake you.”
He lay on his back and threaded his fingers behind his head. “You didn’t. I wasn’t sleeping either.”
“Why not?”
“You first.”
“Because you’re in the bed with me.”
He started to sit up, and she reached out and clamped a hand onto his bicep. Gods, the man had seriously huge arms. Who knew cooking kept a man in such good shape?
“Don’t leave. It’s not your fault.”
“You just said you can’t sleep because I’m here. So I’ll leave. It’s—”
“It’s because I’m attracted to you.” She stared at him. Well, it was out there now. She cleared her throat. “So…yeah. I mean, you’re pretty damn hot.”
He stilled, and for long moments it was as though time stood still. And then he slowly lay back down, facing her, and propped his head in his hand. “So you’re attracted to me, huh?”
She rolled her eyes. “This isn’t about to turn into one of those stupid ego trips, is it?”
He chuckled. “No. If it makes you feel better, I’m attracted to you, too.”
“You are?”
“Do you not recall what happened when Sadie was conceived? My recollection was, it was damned hot. We were so high on endorphins we forgot to use protection. That’s some serious attraction, in my book.”
She clutched at the sheet draped over her hips. “Yeah, well, I’m not the same person anymore.”
“You’re not? What’s changed? Besides the baby, I mean.”
Glancing down at the boobs practically spilling out of the top of her camisole, she said, “I have a mom bod now.”
She watched as he took his time perusing her body, his gaze landing on her cleavage, the curve of her hips, the apex of her thighs, which was warming at an alarming rate. Cripes, she was going to set the bedsheets on fire if she didn’t figure out a way to cool down.
“What’s a mom bod?” he finally asked.
She waved at her chest. “These things. They’re way bigger and not nearly as perky as they were before.”
“Not a deterrent. Breasts are fantastic, whatever their shape and size.”
“They also leak milk at the most inopportune times.”
“Okay, that’s a little…awkward. But still, not a turnoff.”
When did they start playing “prove to me you’re not attractive?”
She cupped her belly, gave it a little jiggle. Then slapped her ample thigh. “These. They’re way more…”
“Soft?”
She frowned. “I guess. And that’s—”
