I stop tickling, keeping her under me. “No, you’re right; butyoucan. If you want.” We stare at each other for a long moment. I don’t know exactly when the look turns from searching to heated, but I feel it the moment her body arches up to meet mine.
“Should I?”
“Yes.” I growl the word into her mouth as her lips lift to meet mine. I know she’s too tired tonight, and I try to remind my body of that, but I’m getting carried away all too fast. I push my fingers through her hair and angle her face so I can deepen the kiss.
She moans and nips at my lips, sucking on my tongue, wrapping her legs around me.
Regretfully, I fight down my excitement and break away.
She smiles up at me. “OK, you are persuasive. I’ll send a message. But I’m just going to send a message. Nothing else. Oh wait. Do we need a profile for that?”
I sit back, feeling a little guilty. “I might have filled in a few details just to get started. Don’t worry. I didn’t put our names or anything.”
She sits too, narrowing her eyes. “What picture did you use?” She snatches the phone back to look.
“I didn’t put a picture yet. I figured you’d get mad about that.”
She gives me a look that tells me I won that bet. “I guess you deleted all the pictures of me on your phone anyway, huh?”
I should probably let her think that. It would probably be the smart move here. There’s an anxious little voice in the back of my head telling me to shut up. You’d think by now I would have gotten better at listening to that voice. I mean, it usually sounds like Jen. “Well, actually…”
Her eyes widen. “Adam! Really?”
Uh-oh. “I only kept one,” I say guiltily.
She laughs. “Yeah, OK. I know which one you kept. I’m really glad you didn’t usethatas the profile picture.”
That particular image is seared onto my brain. I’d been trying to capture the way she looks at me the moment my dick reaches the end of her pussy, but I guess I snapped too soon and what we ended up with was her looking up at me with the sweetest needy expression on her face and my cock disappearing inside her.
Fuck.
Somewhere on her nightstand my dick twitches. “No, I deleted that one. Now I really wish I hadn’t. The one I kept wasn’t rude.”
“Let me see.”
Feeling a little silly, I open my camera app and scroll until I find it. It’s a picture of Jen laying on a sun lounger in the act of pushing up her sunglasses to give me a big radiant smile. The kind I used to wish she’d give me. I kept it because I used to look at it sometimes if I had a bad day.
I’m not pathetic. You’re pathetic.
She looks at the screen and back up at me, and I swear the expression on her face is the exact mirror of the one in the picture. “Awwww, Adam. I forgot about this picture. I love this picture.”
“Me too,” I admit.
She climbs into my lap and takes my face in her hands. “That’s the picture you kept?”
I nod.
Then suddenly she’s kissing me all over my face. “I’m in. Let’s do it.”
Maybe keeping that picture and admitting it wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
We end up messaging back and forth with the dragon until Jen is falling asleep on my chest. We arrange to meet him the next day for a drink, and suddenly everything is real.
I’m excited, but now that we’re really doing this, I start thinking about all the ways this could go wrong. What if this monster is a criminal? A rapist? What if Jen is only going along with this to keep me happy?
I spend most of the night researching dragons’ vulnerabilities and laying out a play-by-play in my head. When Jen wakes, she squints at the light from my phone screen reflected on my face. “Hi.”
I put it aside immediately, pulling her into my arms and kissing the top of her head. “We don’t have to do this you know.”
