Page 56 of Cowboy Dragon's Rose

It’s hungry. Dirty. And I want more.

I shift closer, my hand sliding into her hair, tilting her head back as my mouth deepens the kiss.

Her fingers curl into my shirt, her soft gasp sending heat flooding through me.

My Dragon stirs, starving for her.

Es meus, my beast growls. Claim her.

Not yet.

I pull back, barely. “Casey?—”

Her lips are swollen.

Her eyes are glassy.

“Yeah?”

“Tell me if you need me to stop.”

She searches my face for a long moment, then shakes her head.

“Don’t stop, Zeke. Please don’t stop.”

I kiss her again, hard this time. Once. Twice.

Then a sharp voice cuts through the field.

“HEY LOVEBIRDS!”

We both jolt.

Casey blinks, turning toward the sound. I groan, recognizing Kian’s grinning menace from a hundred yards away.

“POOL TIME!” he shouts. “EVERYONE’S WAITING!”

Casey covers her face. “Oh my god.”

I stand, dragging a hand through my hair, trying not to punch air.

“Sorry,” she says, cheeks red. “I guess we should?—”

“Yeah,” I mutter. “Let’s go before he comes back and starts throwing things.”

She snorts.

I help her back onto the horse, and as we ride toward the main house, I swear I can still taste her on my tongue.

And it’s not nearly enough.

But I can be a patient hunter. Especially when my prey is so damn delicious.

The rose over my heart pulses and heats, and I press my hand to it as I watch her move ahead of me.

Casey is more than prey to me.

So much more.

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