Page 47 of Been There Dragon That
“Wrath?” Rylee’s voice was quiet, but he could hear her. He could hear her heart race and her breathing shudder from where he stood in the kitchen.
“In here,” he said in a loud enough voice to carry all the way to the bedroom.
Footsteps preceded her beautiful face peeking around the wall from the hallway. Her purple hair was tousled and wild, and he wanted nothing more than to wrap his hands in it and make her cry out in pleasure again. Maybe breakfast hadn’t been the right choice.
He adjusted his erection and smiled up at her. “Good morning,shuarra. Hungry?”
She licked her lips and her gaze danced toward the plates he had sitting on the counter. “Yes. I—we need to—”
Rylee took a step beyond the wall, revealing she was wearing nothing more than his blanket wrapped around her naked body. She gripped it tight to her chest and crossed to the kitchen counter.
“I’ll tell you what I need.” A soft chuckle rolled from his chest. “Knowing you’re naked under my blanket makes me want to forget breakfast all together and just eat you.”
Her face flushed crimson. “I, um, well.”
He turned to the frying pan and flipped the heat off both. The moose and bacon smelled perfect. He slid a few slices of each onto a waiting plate. “I’ll feed you so you can regain your strength first.”
More blushing and squirming. He liked that response. He walked around the counter and scooped her into his arms and set her on the counter next to the plate he’d prepped.
A soft smile curved her pink swollen mouth. He leaned forward and kissed her, pausing to lick and bite at her bottom lip. Then he pulled away and turned to the coffee machine.
“Coffee?”
“Yes, please.” She picked up a piece of bacon and bit off nearly half of it. “Thank you. This is really good, I like it chewy. It always makes me sad when bacon is cooked until it crumbles.”
“Glad to hear it,” he said, filling a mug with coffee. “Cream or sugar?”
“A little cream.” She continued to eat on the plate, taking a hesitant bite of the moose strips. “What is this?”
“Moose.” He set the mug of coffee right next to her, and then pushed her legs apart so he could stand between them while they ate. Also, so he could smell the sweet scent of her arousal even better.
He picked up a piece of bacon, folded it in half, and popped it into his mouth. Pork was one of his favorite meats in this world. They hadn’t had anything similar on Reylea.
“So, I wanted to tell you I’m on the shot, so we’re good birth control-wise. I know we didn’t really discuss that before we ended up sexually active.”
“What do you mean?” He ate a hunk of the moose from the plate and then put another smaller piece into her mouth. “What’s a shot?”
She chewed a moment and then answered. “For birth control. I get one each quarter.” Her face was tightening, and her mouth was a straight uncomfortable line.
“Birth control?”
She gave him a confused look and her forehead crinkled. “So I don’t get pregnant. We had unprotected sex. Where are you from?”
So she doesn’t get pregnant?
“But I want you to carry my child.” The words were out of his mouth before his brain even registered what he said.Dalmeck.“I mean, I would. I wouldn’t want you to prevent it.” He ran his hands through his hair and growled under his breath. “I’m failing this conversation. Forgive me.”
“Well, that conversation certainly went in a direction different than I expected.” A small reassuring smile tugged at the corners of Rylee’s mouth. “No forgiveness needed, but I’m not ready to have a baby. And certainly not with a man I’ve only known a couple of days.”
“But you’re not against having a child with me? Just not immediately.”
“Wrath, I’m not having this conversation right now. My ex is stalking me, and you—” She waved her hand at the large empty room behind her. “You don’t even have a chair to sit on. How in the world are you thinking about raising children?”
“I was waiting so that you could furnish the cabin the way you wanted.”
She dropped the bacon she had halfway to her mouth back onto the plate. “You what?”
Her eyes were wide. Her pulse was racing.
