Page 7 of To Ignite a Dragon's Desire

I must’ve fallen and hit my head.

Then I’d woken in some weird alternate reality where a hot, shirtless man sang to the birds like a frighteningly large Disney princess as he arranged thick slices of meat on a plate.

Don’t think about his meat.

He turned from the stove. My eyes immediately went to his gray sweatpants and the outline of the bulge underneath. He definitely wasn’t wearing boxers. There was a pulse, like he flexed as I perused, and my eyes shot back up.

“I didn’t know how you liked your eggs.” His voice was husky as he watched me.

Fertilized, apparently.Heat flushed my cheeks. “Whatever is fine.”

He frowned and my heart started beating for an entirely different reason. I was pushing too hard, too much.

“I mean, I like them multiple ways. All the ways. However you’d like to make them. I’m not picky. I’ll eat eggs.”Come on, Riley. Shut up.

That earned me a strange look and I lowered my face to the plate he slid in front of me.

Fresh strawberries sat next to a hunk of rustic looking bread drizzled with butter and honey. I hadn’t seen strawberries in years. Soft scrambled eggs with pepper and thick slices of real, honest-to-goodness bacon stared up at me, begging to be eaten.

I tried not to drool as I lifted my face again, waiting to see what the dragon-man would do.

He moved slowly, taking the seat across from me on the bench, and studied me with a curious expression. I felt more exposed than I ever had. Raw and vulnerable under his gaze.

It was too intense.

I picked up the fork, needing something to do with my hands. “Thank you for breakfast, Mr…”

He smiled as my voice trailed off. “Lucan O’Sullivan, but please call me Lucan. You already met my cousin Kieran. I’m not sure how much he told you about me.”

Absolutely nothing. A warning would’ve been nice.

“Lucan.” I nodded. “I’m Riley. The woman you kidnapped who’d really like to return to her friends and cat soon.”

“Riley,” he said, as if that was the only part he’d picked up. “It’s a beautiful name.”

Thanks. I didn’t choose it.

I kept my face neutral as I reached for the bacon. My blood was pumping faster. I wasn’t sure what his angle was or how I’d get out of this. If he refused to acknowledge he’d kidnapped me, would he ever bring me back?

I needed to figure out what he wanted.

“Eat before it gets cold,” Lucan said.

I bit into my bacon, holding back a moan as the salty explosion of heaven burst across my tongue.

Hello, old friend. It’s been a while.

I hadn’t had bacon in years and the taste was orgasmic.

Lucan coughed to clear his throat. The playfulness from his face was gone and I chewed in a hurry, wondering if this was the moment he’d reveal his true colors.

It usually happened like that. As soon as I tried to enjoy myself, things turned around.

You’d think I’d have learned the lesson by now.

He set down his fork and gave me a serious expression, one that showed there would be no room for argument. “Everyone has a preference on how they take their eggs.”

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