Page 28 of Dragon Unleashed
More like you smell so damn good I want to devour you until you’re screaming my name as you come.“No, I am simply unsure what your typical routine looks like.”
“Typically, I’m not sneaking through the library, avoiding my crazy, astute friend while I try to find a way to get a dragon I inadvertently released back home.”
My mouth quirks into a slow smile. “Understood.”
She glances back at her bedroom then turns to me. “I’ll go change into something more comfortable, though. Are you hungry?”
“I ate.” My response is far sharper than I meant it to be, but it cannot be helped. She is making me question the very fate I know will save my people. I am to be with my mate. The one person who was made exclusively for me, and I, her. Given that she is not from my world, I know it cannot be her.
Yet, wanting her this way—
“Okay. Well, I’ll be out soon.” She offers me a smile then turns and disappears into her room. I let out a breath and run a hand through my hair. I must get home tonight.
Otherwise, I fear that my attachment to this woman might make leaving near impossible.
Chapter9
Paige
By the time I re-emerge from my bedroom, wearing my favorite leggings and an oversized sweatshirt, no less—I'm pretty convinced Aries is a hypnotist. What other explanation is there for how he’s gotten so far inside my head?
I’ve known him less than twenty-four hours, and already, all I think about is him. His broad shoulders and muscled biceps. The way his hair curls over his forehead. The bright, hungry eyes that seem to see through to parts of me I don’t even recognize myself.
It’s a little terrifying how much he’s consumed me—and that’s saying a lot, coming from a girl who’s battled a literal poltergeist.
Then I reach the living room and realize, no, hypnotist is the wrong word. Aries is a damned thirst trap. He's wearing the sweatpants I made for him, slung low, and no shirt to cover his rippled abs. On top of that, he’s found an old ball cap Hoc gave me once—except he’s turned it backward. The air leaves my lungs—and my ovaries.
“What is that?” I ask in a strangled voice.
“This is what they wore in The Baseball.”
“Right, look, I can’t... ugh.” I double back to my bedroom and grab an oversized tee from the bottom of my dresser. Then I march back out into the living room and toss it at the eye candy. “Put that on so I can look at you.”
I wait while he removes the hat and pulls the shirt over his head. When the shirt is in place—albeit tight, but at least, he’s covered—I exhale.
“Do you like it?” he asks, adjusting the hat that’s now firmly back in place.
“Do I...?” I try to swallow but it gets stuck. “Yeah,” I manage. “It works.”
“Good. You look nice too,” he says. “In our world, women don’t wear pants in public, but I must admit the look suits you.” His gaze darts to my waist, and my cheeks heat.
“Thanks.” I do my best to get my bearings. Focusing on the wall instead of his dreamy face, my scattered thoughts slowly reform. “We should get going. We need to find a book that will explain the process to us and— shit!” My eyes land on a familiar item across the room.
“What is it?”
I groan. “We need to put your book back. I can’t believe I forgot about it.”
“My book?”
I grab it off the coffee table and tuck it under my arm. “Yes. Hoc mentioned he saw a report of a near-miss last night, and that means he’ll probably ask Blossom to patrol your area with extra care tonight. If she notices a book missing, it won’t take long for them to figure out what happened.”
“But don’t we need my book in order to send me home?”
“We’ll have to double back for it once we’ve found the spell to make it all work.”
“And where will that be found?”
“If I knew, we wouldn’t have to look, would we?”
