Page 26 of Hungry Like A Dragon
“Hot.”
“Huh?”
“Not that our first experience together was bad in any way whatsoever, but there was a moment where I thought,damn, she’s bony.”
“You did?”
He nodded. “Yep. I prefer soft women. I like to cuddle, and it’s far more comfortable when the person I’m cuddling has a little cushion.”
“You—you like to cuddle?” When had she morphed into a parrot?
He nodded again, staring at her, unblinking, his eyes so bright they were practically glowing.
“Wait. Did you say ‘first experience together?’”
“I did.”
Oh gods.
I don’t want this.
Yes, you do, her dragon whispered.
Yes, I do.
She rolled over to face him, copying his stance by bending her elbow and resting her head in her hand. “So what are you suggesting?” she asked, her voice taking on a low, sexy tone she didn’t even realize she could accomplish.
“When you talk like that, any damn thing you want,” he said, reaching for her.
Petra flopped onto her back and slapped her hands against the bed. “Damn it.”
He pulled his arm back. “What?”
“No protection. Unless you brought some with you?”
He shook his head. “I didn’t really plan ahead for this trip. As soon as I figured out—or at least suspected—you had my baby, I took off.”
Okay, she was definitely not going to read into that. Yes, she was. Just not right now.
Instead, she lay there, staring at the ceiling, hyper-aware of the man lying next to her, as tense as she was. She could see the outline of his erection in the filtered moonlight shining through the curtains.
Her mouth watered. Her dragon wept. Her body screamed.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” she announced, abruptly rolling out of bed and stumbling toward the door.
Once in the hall, instead of turning left to use the toilet, she kept going, into the living room, where she snagged her purse and a hoodie, which she tugged over her shoulders and zipped up to hide her erect nipples from view. And then she slipped out the front door.
There was a twenty-four-hour pharmacy two blocks away.
***
When she returned to the bedroom, breathless from jogging back to the house, Noah was sitting up in bed. “You didn’t go to the bathroom,” he said.
“Nope.” She tossed a small box at him. He caught it and his brow furrowed as he read the words printed on the glossy front.
“You bought condoms?”
He sounded disbelieving, not excited. Shit. Had she read the situation wrong?
