Page 63 of Guardian's Dilemma

He nodded and grabbed a towel.

I spent the next ten minutes trying to distract my mind from the fact that Kingsley was currently naked in the next room, with water running down his body and his big hands rubbing all over it…

He came back into the room wearing a towel around his waist and it wasn’t sitting low enough for me to get a proper look at his washboard abs, which I thought was very unfair. I would have thought that someone with Kingsley’s body would habitually wear his towel low on his hips to show off that body.

Except I didn’t like the idea that other people would see it. Not like this.

My dragon pushed its nose up, sniffing, trying to get Kingsley’s scent back. He’d washed away the sweat and the musky smell.

“Your turn,” he said, before rummaging through the drawer to find some clothes to sleep in.

I bolted into the tiny bathroom before he could see my erection tenting the front of my pants.

When I came out again, Kingsley was lying on the bed, on top of the blankets, and wearing only boxer shorts.

I stopped and stared. His body was spread out before me, every ridge and dip of his muscles, every delicious inch of skin available for me to see. I dragged my eyes all over his long form, soaking it up, until I finally managed to raise my eyes to his.

“Have you had a good look?” he asked.

I hoped I wasn’t blushing. It had been probably the most obvious checking-out in history, but I couldn’t help it. My mate was absolutelygorgeous.

“Yes. I like looking at you.”

Kingsley nodded. “I thought so.”

On the basis he didn’t cover up, I asked, “You don’t mind?”

“No. I didn’t put a t-shirt on so you’d be able to see my chest. You seemed to like it before. I can cover up if you want me to, though.”

“No!”

He snorted out a laugh at my quick answer and I smiled.

“I haven’t had a chance to admire your body properly.”

He nodded at me. “You’re not going to cover up, are you?”

“No.” I untied the towel and dropped it to the floor, stepping over to the bed and crawling onto it. My eyes were eating up the sight of my mate’s skin, the dark hairs, the little flashes of white scars. I wanted to memorise each one and press my lips to them. I wanted to bite his neck and claim him so that my scars would be on his body, too.

“No underwear?” he asked.

“Dragons don’t tend to be shy.”

It was a risk, to remind him that I was a dragon. He blew hot and cold about it. He hadn’t minded me shifting but he’d hated me talking about my clan. I was trying to work out where the line was for him.

Apparently, wherever the line was, we weren’t there tonight. I was barely on the bed before Kingsley rolled over towards me and took hold of my neck with one big, warm hand, and dragged my mouth to his.

His lips pressed against my own, then opened and his tongue slid into my mouth and invaded me. He was demanding and sure of himself, and my body responded as though it was his to command. I sucked on his tongue, trying to get more of his taste in my mouth, and he groaned and pulled me down onto the bed beside him.

His big body was warm and strong, and I pressed myself against his length, touching him everywhere I could. We’d kissed once, before, and I’d become stupid with lust. This felt different, though. Kingsley wasn’t tied down. He wasn’t aridireany longer. We’d talked. He liked me. He’d kissed me because he liked me.

My dragon was rumbling with pleasure, at the feel of our mate and the scent of his lust and the taste of him in our mouth. My dragon was sure Kingsley more thanlikedus.

He pushed me down onto the mattress and covered my body with his. Probably, I should have rolled us over so I was on top, pressing him down, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. His weight on top of me felt so good and I felt trapped in the best possible way. He was kissing at my neck, sucking at the skin just below my ear and it made me wriggle and my hips buck. Everything Kingsley did to me felt so damned good.

I almost whined when he drew his head back but I held it in. I didn’t need to become needy all of a sudden.

Kingsley’s eyes were dark and intense. His gaze was fixed on my neck, where he’d been kissing me.

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