And before I can reply he steps back and walks away.
Meanwhile I stand there dumbfounded and overwhelmed with too many impulses and feelings.
Some of them fade when Zan transforms—he wasn’t leaving me, he just physically needed more space in order to literally fit—while others blossom, because I didn’t really get a chance to properly appreciate his dragon form before, but he ismajesticlike this.
A miracle in both his forms.
I approach him tentatively as his icy eyes watch me. “Can I touch you?” Eek that came out wrong. “Your scales. I mean your scales.”
His face has changed, but the amusement that shines through his gaze is the same. «Yes. You’re going to have to, if you mean to ride me.»
No stopping my flush now.
Or the growing warmth between my legs at the thought ofriding him.
Okay,heworded his reply suggestively on purpose.
But as the color of his eyes darkens to a deeper blue, I wonder if he really knew what door he was opening there.
And also I wonder if he can smell my arousal, because if so, the movements of his hands on me this morning were definitely also not as innocent as I thought they were.
But—it doesn’t seem to bother him.
The opposite, if anything.
So maybe thatissomething we can explore without breaking this friendship between us?
A terrifying possibility that I yearn for even more than ice cream.
I touch his glimmering white scales. They’re sharp at the ends, but running my hands along the grain so, so smooth—and warm.
Zan closes his eyes.
His scales in general can’t be that sensitive—they’re armor to take damage.
But I wonder if any particular spots are.
I wonder what it feels like to him, to have me stroking him like this.
«Are you going to get on?»
His mental voice sounds a little strained, and I smile.
“Mount you, you mean?”
One eye opens to glare at me. «Yora.»
“Turnabout, Zan,” I say cheerfully.
But he’s right.
I don’t know what to do about what’s between us, how to nurture it and not explode it.
But flying... I have no complicated feelings about flying.
That said, even if Zan lay down, I don’t think I could climb onto his back.
“Will the impact hurt if I land on you?” I ask him.
