Chapter Eleven
Hone recognized the moment she fell asleep because her breathing deepened and her body relaxed. Kissing. Hell, he had to open his big mouth, tell her he wanted to kiss her. Do more than kiss. Both human and taniwha thought about Cassie Miller-Pope far more than advisable.
He stared into the darkness. She inhaled softly, and her floral fragrance wafted on the air. His taniwha hummed in approval. Would Cassie wake if he left the bed? Self-preservation drove him to think of drinking, despite his dragon’s delight in her presence.
If he didn’t move soon, he’d end up doing something stupid…like waking her, like ravaging her lips with his, like rolling her under him.
Without warning, she turned over, minimizing the distance between them. She snuggled. Snuggled against his chest. Snuggled until his groan filled the air, yet she didn’t wake.
Maybe he could…
Before he took action, she flung her arm over his hip, effectively trapping him. If he moved, chances were he’d wake her.
Perhaps if he mentally arranged his calendar for the rest of the week. The quote for a burglar alarm at a residential property. Yeah. And the off-site meeting for a clothing factory to halt staff pilfering.What next? Crap. What next?
The…the cheating husband. Following him. Snapping telltale photos for the wife after revenge. Yeah. She aimed to nail his arse to the wall. The cheaters met for lunch. Had to organize his day around this assignment.
Huh!Better. Along with not wanting to hurry into a serious relationship, watching the stream of imploding couples during his work day made a man cynical. His muscles relaxed until he recalled his friends.
Jack. Emma. They experienced the same phenomenon.
Cheating. Sneaking around. Lies.
Neither had hesitated. They seemed happy. No. Theywerehappy.
Man, this relationship stuff confused him. Things had been easier before Cassie exploded into his life. Only two days ago. His life—simpler pre-Cassie.
He puffed out a hard breath, checked to see if Cassie stirred. So much in a short time. He recalled Jack’s grumpiness with Emma. His avoidance. His other women before he gave up running. Fleeing. Hiding.
Was that what he was doing?
His dragon growled. At him, this time. Off-balance. Out-of-sorts. He kept screwing up simple things.
Not too late to walk away. Run away. Sprint.
He hadn’t kissed her yet.
Trouble. A human came with trouble. Big and chaotic and worrying trouble.
Emma had handled the knowledge of Jack’s otherness.
Cassie…
No!No, getting close and personal with Cassie.
Hone grunted. Frustration. Longing. Hope. His beast pounded him with contrary emotions, refuting every logical argument.
Sex.
Hot and sweaty sex.
He squirmed now. Cassie’s weight restricted movement, merely suffusing him with awareness. His dick grazed her leg, and his moan of pleasure-pain squeezed free.
It was gonna be a bloody long night.
Hone woke. Instant awareness zapped him into sexual frustration. Cassie’s warm body draped him like a comfy blanket. Must’ve gone to sleep after all.
His cock ached. Ached so bad. He pushed out his senses. Not long ’til daybreak.
