Page 39 of Fire Dragon
She nodded. She would take whatever tonight offered and try not to worry about the future.
“Then let’s go.”
She rose into the air beside him and left the clearing. It was a short trip back to the deck. Liam found the key under a nearby pot, unlocked the door then drew it wide.
Once inside, he left the door open then unlatched a few windows to the let the fresh lake air blow through the house.
She turned on a few lights and glanced around. The interior had an artistic feel with several modern paintings on the walls in black, reds, and yellows. The furnishings were dominated by black leather and wood. Very Ethan.
Emma smiled at how much red was in the paintings. Not exactly subtle.
The living room gave way to a dining area and kitchen, similar to dragon homes with one exception. There were security shutters that could be lowered at any time to block out the sunlight. In the course of her life, lived primarily around the north-central Blue Lake region, she’d only known a couple of male vampires and neither well enough to ask how they lived as one of their kind.
Her curiosity got the better of her, however, and she opened the refrigerator. She smiled again. “He keeps bottles of blood in here.”
“I imagine he would. Ethan is the well-prepared type.”
“I like his house. It feels like him.”
At that, Liam moved into the kitchen and drew close. He wore a light blue silk shirt, a black coat that hugged his muscular chest and finely tailored black slacks. She knew he had his clothes tailor-made as did many of the powerful lead dragons. Their warrior physiques weren’t exactly designed for off-the-rack wear. He looked elegant in much the same way Ethan had at the club. Sexy.
He took her arm in a gentle clasp. The kitchen might not have been the most romantic location, but the moment he touched her, the surroundings faded. All she saw was Liam.
But he was scowling.
She was surprised. “You’re mad? Why?”
“I’m remembering. You’d planned on going home with Ethan.”
Emma’s lips parted. “You shouldn’t have reminded me, because now all I can think about was what he was doing to my neck.”
He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. Hard. “You’re mine, Emma. You need to forget about him.”
He leaned in and kissed her forehead, drifted lower to do the same to her brows, her eyelids, her cheeks.
When he went lower still and found her lips, she released a soft moan.
Liam was kissing her.
A tremor ran through her entire body and it felt like dragon.
She gasped and drew back. “Did you feel that?”
“Yes.” His voice was low. “What was it?”
“The dragons of my ancestors. I swear I’ve never felt this way before though many of my friends have. I am such a small percentage of dragon, compared to my human genes, that I never thought I could have any dragon sensations.”
She then looked down at his chest where his shirt was open. She could see the edges of the tattoos that covered much of his golden skin. She could also see a glimmer of his dragon flowing beneath the surface. “What am I looking at? I’m seeing something moving over your skin.”
He drew back and looked down at his chest. “I don’t see anything.”
She reached for his shirt. “May I?”
His lips quirked. “Of course.”
For a moment, she forgot what she wanted to explore. Liam seemed so different right now with a gleam in his eye and a soft smile on his lips. He was so handsome, this fire dragon.
Movement at his throat caught her eye again. She reverted her attention to what had made her so curious. She unbuttoned his shirt all the way to his waist.
