body. For a split second, she saw fire in the eyes raking over her from head to toe, making her feel like the world’s most desirable woman. Once Max tied her bikini top again, she rolled to her back and accepted the bottle of sunblock.
“But you’re not finished,” Ēostre said playfully. With her knees bent, she raised one leg from the beach chair, wiggled her foot at him, and grinned with unmistakable mischief. “I have legs, my friend, and you are my helpful manservant.”
Something dark and turbulent passed over Max’s hazel eyes. The change nearly made Ēostre renege on her command and cancel the bet altogether, and then it was gone, prompting her to wonder if it was a figment of her imagination. As he reclaimed the SPF 30, their fingers touched again, and a spark leapt between them.
“Very well then,” Max finally murmured. He pulled up the adjacent lounge chair and sat on its edge. Leaning forward flexed the muscles in his abdomen, further defining the dragon’s natural athleticism and how it translated to his human body. Behind her shades, Ēostre’s eyes flicked to the trail of rust-colored hair below his navel and lingered where it disappeared beneath the waistband of a sinful pair of male swim shorts.
Keeping her hands off of him in public was bound to be more difficult than she expected.
***
“Will I be feeding you grapes and fanning you afterward?” Max joked. Playful comments and remarks helped ease the sense of panic building in his chest. On one hand, he’d never felt a tug toward any female dragoness the way he did toward Ēostre. On the other, she was the widow of his closest friend.
Did she have the capacity to feel again for another dragon and to open her heart to him?
“Maybe I have that planned for later.”
Ēostre raised one leg from the lounge chair, bending it at the knee. Once she did, Max’s strong hands closed around her calf then began smoothing lotion up and down her shin. His caress traveled to her ankles and skimmed up in a repetitive, circular pass, gliding over sleek flesh until he reached her knee.
A vision played through his head of having Ēostre on a private beach, stripped of her swimsuit, her body arched beneath him in ecstasy. He imagined how it would feel to kiss his way up her shins, to set his bulk between her slim, creamy thighs, and part them before burying his cock in her receptive embrace.
As Ēostre’s tension diminished, another kind grew beneath Max’s tight-fitting black shorts. Her relaxed body remained at his mercy, and her eyes were closed. Shit. He had to get his mind back in the game and off of the things he wanted to do to her. Childcare legislation, animal rights laws, decrepit female judges, crooked senators. He flooded his mind with thoughts of those things, leaving no room for fantasies about Ēostre screaming his name.
On the subject of crooked senators, he thought. “By the way, I had a call from Duhane this morning thanking us for attending his party yesterday. He said you were, and I quote, ‘delightful and radiant.’ As usual, you have left an impression.”
“Are you surprised?” she asked, her demure tone setting his blood aflame.
“I… no. Far from it. That’s why I invited you, after all.” His hands paused on her thigh, relishing every second of contact between them.
“I thought you invited me as a buffer between yourself and the eligible women who would haunt your steps from the moment of your arrival.”
“That too.”
Applying lotion to Ēostre was its own kind of hell, chipping away his willpower with every touch. By the time it was over, he’d fought back the urge to take her like a savage beast on the lounge chair, and she was smiling at him with a sexy half-smirk.
“And what’s next on the agenda?” He wiped his hands against his thighs, cleaning off the greasy remnants.
“You tell me,” the silver dragoness said. “Saul never tires of reminding me about the things I’ve missed while sleeping.
“But you’re not finished,” Ēostre said playfully. With her knees bent, she raised one leg from the beach chair, wiggled her foot at him, and grinned with unmistakable mischief. “I have legs, my friend, and you are my helpful manservant.”
Something dark and turbulent passed over Max’s hazel eyes. The change nearly made Ēostre renege on her command and cancel the bet altogether, and then it was gone, prompting her to wonder if it was a figment of her imagination. As he reclaimed the SPF 30, their fingers touched again, and a spark leapt between them.
“Very well then,” Max finally murmured. He pulled up the adjacent lounge chair and sat on its edge. Leaning forward flexed the muscles in his abdomen, further defining the dragon’s natural athleticism and how it translated to his human body. Behind her shades, Ēostre’s eyes flicked to the trail of rust-colored hair below his navel and lingered where it disappeared beneath the waistband of a sinful pair of male swim shorts.
Keeping her hands off of him in public was bound to be more difficult than she expected.
***
“Will I be feeding you grapes and fanning you afterward?” Max joked. Playful comments and remarks helped ease the sense of panic building in his chest. On one hand, he’d never felt a tug toward any female dragoness the way he did toward Ēostre. On the other, she was the widow of his closest friend.
Did she have the capacity to feel again for another dragon and to open her heart to him?
“Maybe I have that planned for later.”
Ēostre raised one leg from the lounge chair, bending it at the knee. Once she did, Max’s strong hands closed around her calf then began smoothing lotion up and down her shin. His caress traveled to her ankles and skimmed up in a repetitive, circular pass, gliding over sleek flesh until he reached her knee.
A vision played through his head of having Ēostre on a private beach, stripped of her swimsuit, her body arched beneath him in ecstasy. He imagined how it would feel to kiss his way up her shins, to set his bulk between her slim, creamy thighs, and part them before burying his cock in her receptive embrace.
As Ēostre’s tension diminished, another kind grew beneath Max’s tight-fitting black shorts. Her relaxed body remained at his mercy, and her eyes were closed. Shit. He had to get his mind back in the game and off of the things he wanted to do to her. Childcare legislation, animal rights laws, decrepit female judges, crooked senators. He flooded his mind with thoughts of those things, leaving no room for fantasies about Ēostre screaming his name.
On the subject of crooked senators, he thought. “By the way, I had a call from Duhane this morning thanking us for attending his party yesterday. He said you were, and I quote, ‘delightful and radiant.’ As usual, you have left an impression.”
“Are you surprised?” she asked, her demure tone setting his blood aflame.
“I… no. Far from it. That’s why I invited you, after all.” His hands paused on her thigh, relishing every second of contact between them.
“I thought you invited me as a buffer between yourself and the eligible women who would haunt your steps from the moment of your arrival.”
“That too.”
Applying lotion to Ēostre was its own kind of hell, chipping away his willpower with every touch. By the time it was over, he’d fought back the urge to take her like a savage beast on the lounge chair, and she was smiling at him with a sexy half-smirk.
“And what’s next on the agenda?” He wiped his hands against his thighs, cleaning off the greasy remnants.
“You tell me,” the silver dragoness said. “Saul never tires of reminding me about the things I’ve missed while sleeping.
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