“I don’t want an apology. Do something about it.”
“I can find another bed, but that would mean leaving you alone.”
“Did Apollo not mention setting an alarm against intruders? I’ll be fine until morning.”
“Are you sure?”
“Leave. Now. That’s an order.”
“If you insist,” she murmured, slipping from the bed. Whether or not she joined Apollo’s in his, I didn’t know or care because I finally fell asleep and dreamed I went fishing in the ocean and caught a whale.
Yum.
Chapter Thirteen
Kicked out of bed by a dragon because he claimed I smelled horny. A first for me. An embarrassment. An opportunity?
As if I’d seriously have the guts to crawl into Apollo’s bed without invitation. A little too bold, even for me. But where did that leave me? In a hallway with several doors. The one across from me held Tutu, likely snoring louder than any tool in our shop. I could sneak into one of the other bedrooms. Apollo likely wouldn’t mind.
Before I could decide, the man in question appeared at the top of the stairs.
“Iolana? Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. More or less. I was disturbing His Highness’ slumber.”
“Couldn’t sleep?”
I shook my head.
“Me either. I guess you’re worried about the break-in and what it means.”
The most logical reason for my insomnia, but that would be a lie. Yes, it bothered me that my home had been invaded, and I feared for Tigger’s safety. However, that hadn’t been what kept my mind whirring. “Not exactly. What’s got you wandering at night?”
“You.” He approached me, barefoot, wearing only loose pajama bottoms and nothing else. Shirtless in person proved even sexier than my dream had imagined.
“Me?” It emerged as a squeak. Me, the confident woman reduced to a trembling feminine mess with his one word.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.” He reached out and brushed his knuckles across my cheek, and I shivered.
“Ditto.” I know, a totally sexy response, but I seemed incapable of proper speech.
“Should we do something about it?”
He asked, didn’t demand, didn’t take. Gave me the choice. The choice to take the next step or not. Sex would change things between us. It might be the best thing to ever happen or the worst because, despite all my inner talk of having a fling and walking away after, I feared he had the ability to make me fall in love.
But I’d never been one to shy away from risk, even if it meant heartache.
“It occurs to me you’ve not yet shown me your room.”
The slow sexy smile almost saw him mauled in the hallway. “Follow me.”
In silence, we treaded down the hall to the double doors of the master suite. I’d like to say I gawked and admired the décor once we entered, but I only spared it the briefest of glances, enough to notice it was the kind of room usually shown in posh magazines. It might have been fancy and expensive, but I had eyes for only him. At least until they fluttered shut as his mouth found mine.
We stood there kissing until our breathing turned ragged and our flesh flushed with passion. Clumsy with need, we stumbled our way to the bed, falling upon it, lips still locked, hands tugging at the fabric separating our skin.
Clothes went flying until we both lay bare, his heavy body pressed mine to the mattress all the while our lips remained locked.
Panting hot breaths were the only sound as our tongues meshed. The temperature in the room rose as our naked flesh heated from the intimate contact. We kissed for so long I almost came.
