She blinked. Was it possible? Did she love him? If not, this was about as close as anyone could get. “I hope we get to do this more.” She wasn’t sure she should have said that, to have expressed her desires. She knew they were both vulnerable.
Though his expression sobered, she could tell he wasn’t upset. “I want to do this more, Emma. When I spoke to you earlier about my wife, it was my way of saying I’m trying to move on, and I want to be with you. But like you, I know it won’t be easy, for either of us. Maybe it’s because we’re warrior dragons and we have a job to do, a duty beyond our own needs and desires.”
She slid her fingers into his thick hair once more. “I want to be here, too. I really do. I want to give this a shot. And I’ll try not to hold back or to sabotage. But I may call you on your bullshit.”
At that he chuckled. “Counting on it.”
How easy it all felt, to be talking about their future while he was still buried inside her. She didn’t want him to leave, either.
So, instead of saying more, she kissed him again and rocked her hips several times.
He drew back just enough to meet her gaze. “Again?” His smile was crooked.
“Yes, please.”