Page 25 of Dragon in Denial
Her dragon shrugged.
There were a couple pairs of worn jeans and a handful of slacks in gray, navy, and black. Some polo shirts. A bunch of T-shirts. Socks. A belt.
She pawed through the pile again, noting each item as she touched it.
No underwear.
She glanced over her shoulder at the closed bathroom door. Did Ketu seriously not wear underwear?
Oh my.
She squeezed her thighs together as her nipples hardened and pressed against the fabric of her bra. She’d never really thought about a guy going commando before, but apparently the idea turned her on.
A lot.
Trailing her fingers along the coarse material of the jeans on top of the pile of clothes, Antoinette imagined what Ketu would look like as he pulled those jeans up his muscular legs, higher, over his thighs, until he was tucking in his junk so that it wouldn’t get caught in the zipper.
Why are you dressing him? You should be undressing him!
A giggle burst from her mouth at her naughty dragon’s words.
The bathroom door opened and she swung around, hugging his jeans to her breast. Steam billowed out of the room ahead of Ketu, who stepped out wearing a fair amount of glistening water and a towel that barely stretched around his hips.
Her mouth fell open and the jeans slid to the floor.
He crooked a brow and glanced at the pants now lying at her feet.
“Sorry. I… Why are you not dressed?”
He pointed at the suitcase. “My clothes are over there. And apparently on the floor. What were you doing with my jeans?”
“Uh…There isn’t any underwear in there.” Her face was suddenly so hot she wished she had a damn fan. Or better yet, to bury her head in a bucket of ice cubes.
Ketu grinned. “That a problem?”
She shook her head.
“Is it a good thing?”
She opened and closed her mouth several times.
He chuckled and strode closer. “What happened while I was in the shower?”
She tried to dance out of his way, but her foot snagged on his jeans and she would have tumbled onto the bed if he hadn’t caught her. Except the action loosened the towel wrapped around his waist, and it joined the pants on the floor.
Yep, her dragon said.Bigger is definitely better.
Ketu bent and swept up the towel, quickly wrapping it around his hips again. “Sorry about that. You okay, Antoinette? You look a little flushed.” He reached up and pressed the back of his hand to her cheek. Normally, a purely innocent touch, yet all it did was make her hotter.
“It’s warm in here,” she managed to choke out.
He quirked that brow again. “I was just thinking it’s kind of cool. Maybe you’re getting sick.”
“N-no. Not getting sick. Definitely not the problem.”
“Then what is it?”
What the hell was she supposed to say? That she suddenly wanted him with a desperation she’d never felt before in her life? That she wanted to throw him onto the bed and lick him from head to toe? That she wanted to pay special attention to that impressive joystick she’d just glimpsed? That she wanted to know what it would be like to sit on said joystick?
