Page 11 of The Dragon 2
Her breath hitched. “I told you.”
“Yeah, but. . .there’s more to the story.”
To my surprise, a soft, nervous chuckle slipped from her. It wasn’t embarrassed. It was hesitant joy. And God. . .that sound? That sound could probably make me cum.
My body hummed. “Tell me what you’re laughing at so I can laugh too.”
I stepped away from the bed and walked to the tall window.
My jet was fast. Tokyo was far behind me now. Stars bled along the horizon—silver shards scattered across a black ocean sky.
She hesitated.
Then, in a voice barely louder than a secret, she said. “Well… I had a dream about you. And I pretty much just woke up from it.”
My breath deepened.
My body pulsed.
What did my naughty Tiger dream about? And would she tell me?
Chapter two
A Rose that Blooms Pleasure and Pain
Kenji
So many possibilities came to my mind.
“Mmm,” I said, voice going husky. “Tell me about this dream.”
“It was. . .nasty.”
A wicked grin crept across my face. “Then, tell me more but ingreatdetail.”
She laughed again. That throaty, half-embarrassed, wholly aroused sound that made my blood heat. I knew then—I wanted to hear her laugh like that for the rest of my goddamned life.
But she went quiet.
I placed my palm against the window and locked my eyes with the endless stretch of dark sky. “Tell me.”
“I shouldn’t have called. I’m going to let you go.”
“No. You’re not. You will stay on the phone.”
“Kenji. . .”
I smirked. “Nyomi.”
“The dream was. . .I shouldn’t have brought it up—”
“But you did, so now you have to tell me.”
“We’re not on that level yet to be talking about. . .”
“Nasty sexual things?”
“Yes.”
