Page 25 of A First for the Playboy Dragon

***HARRISON***

Harrison could feel the bond between them humming as he cradled Juliet in his arms, and he was filled with a deep sense of awe that there could be someone so perfect for him. He’d never experienced anything like he just had. No other woman had ever affected him so deeply, so profoundly, that he knew he’d never be the same. The most alarming thing was that he didn’t care; he was happier than he’d ever been before, and if there was heartache to come, he’d face it like he did everything in his life.

“You’re not sorry, are you?” Juliet said, looking up at him. “Your face is all scrunched up like it gets when you’re unhappy about something.”

“I’ve never been happier in my life, it’s all just happened so fast…” he said, trying to find the right words. “I just didn’t know it could be so wonderful, and I hope it never ends.”

“It doesn’t have to, right? We’re stuck with each other now,” Juliet said, her face full of worry. “I thought…well…”

“You’re not getting rid of me if that’s what you’re thinking,” he said. “You’ve captured my heart, sweetheart, it’s yours. I just hope you don’t abuse it.”

“There’s never going to be anyone for me but you,” she said. “This was meant to be. No matter how hard the way here was, I wouldn’t want it to be any other way.”

“Then we’re in agreement,” he said, grinning down at her. “Max is going to completely freak out when I tell him. He’s so afraid he’s going to be next, and now I’m beginning to think that he’s right.”

“Has this only happened to your friends?” she asked. “Has anyone else fallen in love on the island?”

“As far as I know, the island has only picked on us,” he said with a little grin. “No one else has reported anything out of the ordinary. Mateo thinks it’s because of our magic; he was pretty mad at Max when he found out we were all shifters.”

“I don’t understand it, but I guess I don’t have to,” she said, smiling at him. “I’m just glad the island was on our side. We could have missed out on this.”

“Do you mean the sex?” he asked, trying to keep a straight face. “Because I’m sure thankful for that, I was about to go crazy wanting you.”

“That wasn’t what I meant,” she said, giving him a little slap on the chest. “But now that you mention it, that was pretty nice.”

Juliet blushed prettily, and his body instantly became aroused. “Pretty nice, is that all you can say?” he asked, then flipped her over on her back. “Clearly I’m going to have to try harder this time.”

“Harrison…” Juliet started to protest, but his fingers were already busy, and her words died away with a sigh.

Hours later, they finally lay exhausted in each other’s arms as the fire slowly turned to coals. “Do you think the island will let us go home tomorrow?” Juliet asked, snuggling closer to him. “Not that I would mind spending another day here.”

“The island made its point,” he said. “I’m sure we’ll wake up in the morning, and everything will be back to normal; I hope Max hasn’t been worrying about us.”

“Do you think they felt the earthquakes down in the village?” she asked. “I hope no one got hurt.”

“I’m sure everything is fine,” he said. “The resort isn’t there right now.”

She looked up at him, a questioning look on her face, then shook her head and snuggled back down next to him. “Never mind, I don’t want to think about it anymore tonight,” she said. “We should probably try to get some sleep. It must be really late, and we have to find our way back tomorrow.”

“Good night, Juliet,” he said. “I’m looking forward to waking up with you in the morning, the first of many mornings I hope.”

“Me too,” she said with a happy sigh. “Good night, Harrison.”

He was asleep almost instantly, the comfort of finally having Juliet in his arms allowing him to sleep deeper than he had since she’d arrived on the island. The sun had been up for hours when someone knocking on his door woke him, and he slowly managed to roust himself before slipping out of bed. He paused for just a second to watch Juliet sleeping, her hair spread across the pillow; it hadn’t hit him yet where they were or how he could hear someone knocking on his door; he was just happy to have her in his bed, in his life.

Max was standing on the other side of the door when he opened it a few minutes later. An unhappy look was on his face, and he just stood staring at him, the reality of where he was finally hitting him. “What the hell did you do last night?” Max demanded. “Earthquakes during the day are bad enough, but I had an entire island full of panicked guests in the middle of the night, and you were nowhere to be found.”

“I’m sorry, Max, I think that was our fault,” he said, opening the door wider. “I don’t think it will happen again.”

“What do you mean our fault?” Max asked, a suspicious look on his face. “I hope you’re not saying what I think you are.”

“I am, and I couldn’t be happier,” he said. “Juliet is still asleep in the bedroom, but I could make us some coffee.”

“She’s here?” Max asked, then shook his head. “I don’t have time for this right now, I have damage control to do. I expect to see you both tonight at my cabin for dinner, and you’d better have a good explanation for the mess you made.”

***Juliet***

Juliet woke to the sound of men’s voices and opened her eyes. She was completely confused when she found herself in a strange bedroom, and then the events of the day before came rushing back to her. Instantly calming down, she looked around the room and saw the clothes they’d been wearing the day before folded up neatly on a chair in the corner. She realized one of the voices she heard was Harrison’s. Deciding that they must be in his cabin, she sat up, her head spinning just a little as everything that had happened slowly played through her mind again.

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