Page 21 of To Ignite a Dragon's Desire

Her eyes widened as she looked around the room. “Not in here.”

“And why not?” I pulled the shirt over my head, flexing a little when her eyes dropped to my chest and she visibly swallowed. “It’s my room.”

“I can stay in the guest room.” She tore her gaze away and hugged the cat tighter to her chest.

“The guest room is off-limits for now,” I explained gently. “It’s full of shelves with my hoard, but I’ll move things around for you soon. I already cleared out half the closet and these drawers for your use.”

Her pulse quickened as I reached for the button on my pants.

I slowly eased them off and tossed the wadded material into the hamper. It was getting harder to control the twitch of my muscles as she studied each part of my body. The boxers I wore were the only thing separating her eyes from the completeness of my bare human skin.

“Your friends said you only had the one suitcase. Tomorrow, I’ll take you shopping to get you whatever else you need.”

“Huh?”

“Riley,” I teased, holding perfectly still. “My eyes are up here.”

With a panicked cry that went straight to my cock, she looked up at my face again.

Color flushed her cheeks. “Where are you going to sleep?”

“Right here, of course.” I pulled back the duvet, motioning for her to climb under the covers. “I only have one bed.”

9

Riley

One Bed Trope

Excuse me, Mister-One-Bed-Trope…

I’d seen this before and knew how it ended. Despite my core clenching at the idea of being curled up next to Lucan and his deliciously sculpted body, I kept my legs closed and my cat held safe in my arms.

Dobby meowed as I tightened my grip.

I’m saving us from falling into a trap.

Ember had gotten one taste of dragon dick and hopped straight onto the mate-train. But I’d had enough practice with men to know how to think with the right head when you were living with them.

“Do you have another room on the lower level?” I asked, thinking of the stairs leading down from the kitchen.

Dobby struggled in my arms.

“That’s the garage and basement.” Lucan bent over to change his boxers, giving me a show of his tight abs and smooth ass. “I converted the basement rooms to my gym, but we can move equipment around to give you space for your hobbies.”

Of course he had his own home gym.

“Speaking of that, what are your hobbies?” He stood up and hooked his arm through his elbow, stretching his shoulders and triceps.

I closed my eyes because I didn’t know where else to put them.

“No hobbies.” Unless binge-watching comfort movies and drinking wine counted as a hobby. “I can sleep on the couch.”

“You’re not sleeping on the couch.” Lucan crawled into bed and patted the empty spot beside him.

Damn this frustrating dragon-man.

“Fine, then,” I growled. “You go sleep on the couch.”

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