Too bad they weren't at a place yet where they could openly drool over one another. Might never get to that place.
So for now, it was look but don’t touch.
“What are you doing here?” she asked as she walked over to him like she wasn't growing wetter between her legs by the second.
“What are you doing here?” he shot back.
Narrowing her eyes at him, she held out the rolled-up mat she carried with her. “You know what I'm doing. Same thing I always do to start my day. Yoga.”
Nodding at the mat already on the floor, he shot her a smirk. “Same.”
“You don’t start your day with yoga.”
“I do today.”
When he moved over a little to give her space to lay out her own mat, his muscles seemed to ripple, and it took all her self-restraint not to reach out and trace them with her fingertips. Or the tip of her tongue. “Do you know, or is it an accident?”
“Huh?”
“Never mind.”
His hand grabbed her wrist as she bent down to set her mat on the ground. “Tell me.”
There was a slight command in his tone, but that wasn't what had her giving an answer. It was the sliver of doubt in his eyes. Her running yesterday had made him doubt himself, and she wasn't sure how to rectify that without sharing her secrets with him, and she wasn't ready to do that yet.
“The sweatpants,” she explained.
“What about them?” His brow furrowed as he looked down at them and then back up at her. “I thought they would be good for yoga, but I can change if it’s not appropriate.”
She snorted at his words. Gray sweatpants weren't appropriate for yoga, or for anything when you wore them with nothing else. Obviously, he had no idea that gray sweatpants were like the sexiest thing a guy could wear and turned girls on faster than any foreplay ever could.
“They’re fine to wear,” she muttered.
“I don’t get what the problem is then.”
“I know you don’t, and that only makes you cuter.”
“Cuter?” Dragon made a face at that, and since he still held her wrist in his hand, he brushed the calloused pad of a thumb over where her pulse was fluttering wildly. His nostrils flared, and then a smile broke out on his face. “Ah,” he nodded in understanding. “Now I get it. For some reason, my sweatpants turn you on.”
Knowing he could smell her arousal didn't help, and even though she definitely felt embarrassed, she also got a whole lotwetter. This man turned her on more than any other ever had, and she’d even dial back her dark fantasies if it meant giving him the soft, sweet sex he wanted from her.
She could learn to like it vanilla if it meant having Dragon, couldn’t she?
“Do we have to talk about this?” She groaned, sure her cheeks were flaming red, and it was only half from mortification, the rest was pure desire.
Using his hold on her wrist, he tugged her off-balance so she stumbled forward and planted her free hand against his chest to keep from falling. His free hand curled around her backside, and since his hands were huge, the position left his fingers brushing achingly close to where she longed to feel them.
He’d set her on fire, it seemed only fair he should put it out.
Smoky arousal flared in his violet eyes, and she was positive he was going to crush his mouth to hers. So sure in fact that the tip of her tongue swept along her bottom lip, already anticipating what it was going to feel like to kiss Dragon. Properly kiss him, not the chaste little kiss they’d shared last Thanksgiving.
But he didn't kiss her.
At least not where she wanted.
Instead, he brought her hand to his mouth and pressed his lips to her palm. Then his fingers brushed across her center before he released her and took a step back.
Darn him and his restraint.
