Page 30 of Dragon Touched
She moved her fingers and felt something soft and cool covering her eyes.Oh, I’m liking this dream already.
A husky, accented voice broke the silence. “Don’t take it off.” Warm breath tickled her neck.
Her hands stopped searching, and she debated. Thiswasa dream, right?Of course, it is.I should let it play out. Might be fun.
Instead of giving him an answer, she arched her pelvis against the scorching heat of his hand
“Sacha,” he breathed. “If we do this, you can’t see or touch me, understand?”
“What?” The request was strange—not totally freaky, but still weird, nonetheless.
Well, itisa figment of my imagination, so it makes sense in the way a dream can.Even though she couldn’t see him, his citrusy smell enveloped her.
“It’s not you, love.” A soft sigh escaped, and the tips of his fingers grazed along her neck to lift the hair away from her shoulder. “It’s me. There are . . .” Warm, wet lips fluttered across her collar bone and nipped the skin.
Pain mixed with pleasure, and she let out a small cry.
His next words whispered into her ear canal, as if he was afraid to speak them aloud.
“There are more scars under my clothes. This is the only way I can tolerate it.” His voice sounded strained.
Something in her heart seized.
Who would inflict such terrible things on someone else?
“I don’t care.” Her fingers longed to trace his body and prove her words, but she remained still. Even though something painful dug and ground its way into her back, she could sense it was nothing like the agony he must be trying to hide.
“Scars don’t bother me.”
His touch trailed her side, slow and burning. When his fingers reached her hip bone, he stopped.
“Well, little rat, you haven’t seen mine. You’d change your mind if you did.”
Hesitant, she lifted an arm with a deliberate move. He reminded her of a feral animal, and she didn’t want to frighten him off.
The air grew still. Even the rumbles of thunder and droning rain outside seemed to stop.
When her hand reached his face, she cupped his cheek. The weight of it pressed against her palm, and short whiskers poked the skin.
“Then let me see you. You shouldn’t have to hide yourself away in this tower, in the dark of night.” A wild emotion jolted through her chest.
Why do I care how he or his dream twin lives? He’s nothing to me—just a rude hermit.
She didn’t know why, but something within her liked him, even in all his epically strange weirdness.
Deciding to take a chance, her hand moved to his throat, but he snatched it away and held it around the wrist, grip hard and firm.
“Don’t.” His voice ground out between his teeth. He took her other wrist and placed them both against the headboard. “Please. If you want this as much as I do, then keep your hands above your head. Donottouch me.”
Desire flooded through her, and she nodded. “Okay.” She didn’t want to ruin such an erotic dream.
“Good, Princess.” One finger skated her waist, then moved to her lower stomach.
She stilled, not even daring to breathe.
His touch moved lower.
Closing her eyes, she stopped breathing, her entire attention—no, her entirelife—hinging on the downward path of his fingertip.
