“Achey, but in a good way.”
Ketill groans, climbing on top of me and dropping his head into the heart of my chest. “You’re trying to seduce me again.”
I snort, wrapping my arms around his middle. “I certainly am not.”
“You certainly are.” His large hands travel up my sides. “All sexy and sleepy.”
“I’m starting to think you’re trying to seduceme.”
“Of course I am.” He props his chin on my sternum and flashes that single dimple. “Just assume that’s my default when it comes to you.”
My breath hitches as his hands travel over my nipples.
Then I yelp when he slaps my side before jumping up.
“But we’re still being chased by shifters, and now that the storm has let up, it’ll be easier for them to find us. So as much as I’d love to lie in a pile of blankets with you, it’s time for us to get going.”
I roll onto my back. Ketill’s body bathed in strips of sunlight is beautiful. He’s ripped and scarred, the tattoos on the back of his neck wild. His cock half-hard between his thick thighs. His feet wide.
My breath hitches.
“Treasure…”
My attention snaps back up to Ketill’s smirking face.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I might have to sit back on that very nice cock of yours.”
Rolling my eyes, I shake my head and stand, wincing. “You’re a pain in my ass. Literally.”
I expect Ketill to laugh at my joke, but he pulls me into his chest and massages my lower back.
“Do you hurt, Thomas? Was I too rough?” Each question accompanied by a kiss.
“I’m fine, I promise.”
Then he captures my chin and kisses me deeply. “You’ll tell me if you aren’t,” he tells me against my lips.
I nudge him. “Who knew you’d be such a worrywart.”
Ketill drops his forehead to mine, inhaling me. “Me either. It’s very distracting. All I want to do is take care of you and make sure you’re okay.”
“I want the same for you,” I exhale. “It’s very odd.”
“I also want to fuck you stupid.”
Rolling my eyes skyward, I shove a chuckling Ketill.
Ketill kisses me again before pulling away and picking up our clothes that are drying on a rack.
“Who put them there?”
“Me.” Ketill hands me my now dry clothes, pushing me towards the stove where our shoes and the dragon egg sit. “Vampires don’t need much sleep, especially at my age. So while you blissfully slept, I made sure we’d be ready.”
Ketill turns away and heads into the little kitchen with the kettle in hand, while I kneel beside the egg to pet it gently.
“You’re feeling much warmer. Thank you for helping me yesterday. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble.”
The dragon egg, of course, doesn’t say anything, but I swaddle it in one of the cleaner blankets before carefully rolling it into Ketill’s satchel, then get myself ready for the day.
