Page 26 of Dragon in Denial
“Gods, what is wrong with me?” she said, waving her hand in front of her face, not that it did a lick of good. Her heart raced, her breathing was shallow; she was practically having an orgasm and all the man was doing was standing next to her. In nothing but a towel, but still. She’d never lost control like this before. Even when she’d hooked up with Henri’s father, it had been a calculated decision. She’d been horny, he’d been flirting all evening, and eventually, she’d boldly suggested they retire to his hotel room. She’d intended for it to be a no-strings-attached one-night stand. Hell, if she hadn’t ended up pregnant, she never would have looked him up again and never would have known that he was a cheating, lying louse.
Maybe she needed to be less calculated in the future.
“Maybe you need to go home and lie down,” Ketu suggested.
She certainly wanted to lie down but definitely not at home, and not alone.
“I don’t think that’s going to help,” she said.
“What do you think will?”
A laugh burst from her mouth. He gave her a quizzical look. She shook her head. “It’s crazy.”
“Try me.”
“I…I think I want to sleep with you.”
His jaw dropped to his chest for several seconds before he snapped it closed and then cleared his throat and said, “You do?”
She nodded and then waved at the suitcase. “Yes. So get dressed. Quickly.”
“I don’t have—”
“Get dressed,” she said in her most authoritative mom voice.
He opened his mouth, probably to protest again, but then he slammed his lips together, scooped his pants off the carpet, and fled back to the bathroom.
Damn it, she’d wanted him to argue, maybe drop that towel again. She had little self-control left. He could have taken advantage.
They could be halfway to bliss right now.
And he hadn’t even been aware of the possibilities.
The door opened and he returned, now wearing pants but still bare chested, which was too much temptation all on its own. Not to mention, she now knew what he was sporting behind that zipper.
“You aren’t making this easy, you know,” she complained.
He reached past her and grabbed a T-shirt, tugging it over his head before saying, “I’m not doing a damn thing. If you want to have sex, Antoinette, say the word. I’m all in.”
“You are?”
“Hell yeah.” He stabbed his finger at her shoulder. “But you aren’t. So you let me know when you are, okay?”
“Wait a second. I just told you I want to sleep with you. How can you say I’m not all in?”
“All in means you are fully vested. And that means you aren’t doing anything detrimental to the relationship. Or to your son. Or to yourself.”
She’d temporarily forgotten that he had so little faith in her he believed she was dealing dragon’s blood.
He waved his finger between them. “This is possible, Antoinette. You just gotta want it bad enough.”
Her mouth fell open.
“When it happens, I want you to be so caught up in the moment that nothing else exists for you.”
She snapped her mouth closed.
“Nothing.”
