Page 27 of Bewitching the Dragon
Rahu hadstamina. Oh man, her standards had skyrocketed.
She flung her arm out and it smacked against his abs. He grunted and threaded his hand with hers. She liked that he was perfectly content to lie like this, that he wasn’t in a hurry to get dressed and take off. Except…
“I’m starved,” she whispered. “I think we burned about three thousand calories.Each.”
He chuckled. “How about I go downstairs and raid the fridge for snacks? Anything in particular you’re craving?”
She shook her head. “Whatever you bring back will be fine.”
“Okay.” He leaned over, gave her a hard kiss on the lips then slid out of bed, disposed of the condom, and tugged his shorts and T-shirt on. “I’ll be right back.” He practically jogged out the door.
Becca waited until she was certain he was out of hearing range, and then she gave a little squeal and did a silly little sort-of dance while still lying in the bed.
Why in the world had she waited so long to get out from under Aunt Pacey’s wing?
Chapter Nine
“Where’s Rebecca?”
Rahu lifted his head so he could see above the refrigerator door. Ketu stood on the other side, watching him.
“Upstairs,” he said shortly. Naked. Waiting in bed. Forhim. And if that squeal he heard as he hit the top of the stairs was any indication, she was as excited as he was over what just happened between them.
He wasn’t worthy of her attention, but he’d never been more grateful for a gift in his entire life.
Becca had given herself over—to him. His mind was boggled, and his dick was still wet from sex. With her. What just happened between them had lived up to the anticipation that had been building since Friday. Shoot, for the past year.
More than lived up to it. And now, he needed to feed her, give her fuel, because he sure as hell wanted a repeat performance.
A lot of repeat performances, with no closing curtain in sight.
“What are you doing?” Ketu asked.
“Taking her a snack.”
His friend eyed the items in his arms: a loaf of French bread, a few cups of yogurt, a plastic bowl of homemade salsa, a bag of tortilla chips, a couple of apples, a chunk of Colby Jack cheese, a sleeve of crackers, and he’d been trying to figure out how he could also carry a pitcher of iced tea. And two glasses.
But Ketu studied him intently enough that Rahu finally said, “What?”
Ketu closed his eyes, massaged his temples, and shook his head. “You slept with her.”
“What makes you say that?” Rahu tried to sound innocent, but he wasn’t sure how to do it, and besides, he was an adult and so was Becca. They had every right to act on their mutual attraction.
“You can’t stop grinning. Your hair’s all messed up. You’re taking up enough food to feed a damn army. You either just slept together or you’re about to.”
Rahu thrust out his chin. “So what?”
“We told you to leave her alone.”
Yeah, right. No idea why Ketu thought that was going to happen. But then again, Ketu didn’t know about the sparks that occurred each time Rahu and Becca touched or the way his brain had damn near melted down when she kissed him, or…
There was something between them, something more than just physical attraction. Maybe it was Becca’s latent magic, but he wasn’t—or didn’t want to—buy that.
She wasn’t his fated mate, of course, since she wasn’t a dragon, but given his unique heritage, there likely wasn’t a fated mate out there for him. Until today, he would have said that meant he was destined to be alone in this life. But now… perhaps his fate wasn’t tied to another dragon at all.
Maybe…
“Did you hear me?” Ketu demanded.
