At first he just breathes against my pulse, and I go preternaturally still, focused on him, and what he’s going to do next.
Softly, he presses a kiss against my neck.
My whole body shudders.
“It’s okay to let go, Yora,” Zan whispers.
My arms tighten. He means so many things, but— “No.”
Never.
He laughs softly, and that sound does it for me as much as his touch, warmth pooling in my heart and spreading.
Zan leans back and pries my head up to look at him.
At the brightness of his eyes.
At the sheer joy in them—in me; in being with me; in my wanting him.
And it’s hard to be mortified in the face of that.
A slow smile spreads on his face. “Are you ready, Yora?”
Chapter 21
Iscowlathim—thatfucking question—and the blasted man laughs aloud.
Gods, I love him, don’t I?
I’mnotready. I don’t have any idea how to do this—
But Zan is with me, so I have also never been more ready in my life.
“Show me what you can do, dragon,” I challenge.
Something flashes through his eyes again, and I’ve seen it enough times now that I’m pretty sure I can identify it now.
It’s a bolt of sheer lust.
At being challenged by me.
Zan lifts my arms from around his neck, his gaze turning fierce for a moment when I instinctively try not to let go of him before allowing him to move me.
Because I do trust him.
“Wait for five seconds,” Zan says.
Wait forwhat?
For him, I will wait, but like... why?
Fine. I narrow my eyes. “One...”
Zan flashes a grin and then vanishes.
Even though he’s left the room, I can’t help but smile in return.
Godshe’s impressive.
