“Okay.” Cora traced a scar on his chest. “Bullet?”
“Yes. From Kandahar.”
A thoughtful look came over her face. “Did Hector know you were a dragon?”
Remorse darkened his mood. “No.”
“Did you ever want to tell him?”
“Every day,” Stig admitted. “We were like brothers and I hated keeping it from him.”
She ventured a guess. “But you were afraid?”
He nodded. “This isn’t the kind of thing people react well to hearing.”
“I’d imagine not.”
Stig studied her beautiful face. “You actually don’t seem all that shocked by what you’re seeing, Cora.”
“I know. It’s strange but I was actually envisioning something much worse. This”—she caressed his chest—“I can handle.”
Wondering at the extent of Cora’s effect on him, Stig tested his wings. They fluttered up and down before retracting fully. He rolled his neck and arched his back slightly as the rippling pain of ending the change swamped him. Taking control of his inner beast, Stig willed the dragon to leave him completely. By slow degrees, his skin faded back to its normal color.
“Your eyes,” Cora said. “They’re still, you know, dragony.”
He snorted with amusement. “Dragony? Is that even a word?”
“It is now.”
Cora cupped his jaw and stood on tiptoes to kiss him. He couldn’t resist the temptation and lowered his mouth to meet hers. He enjoyed the sensation of her full lips pressed against his. There was something to be said for such a chaste kiss. It only heightened the anticipation factor. Just where would this kiss lead?
Stig surrendered to the insistent push of Cora’s searching tongue. He shouldn’t have but he did. Their tongues touched timidly at first and then grew bolder. She tasted of minty toothpaste and he wanted more. His hands slid along the curve of her back and outlined her pert ass. He grasped the fleshy cheeks and hauled her closer to his heaving chest. Chains scraped against stone with his movement. Cora wound her arms around his neck and thrust her breasts against him.
Soon they’d reach the point of no return. They were playing with fire and someone was bound to get burned.
With a pained groan, Stig ended their kiss and tore free. He hid his mouth in the loose waves of her hair. Her scent tantalized and threatened to smash what little control he maintained. “We have to stop.”
“No,” Cora growled with frustration and attacked his neck with her lips and teeth. She nibbled a particularly sensitive spot that sent shock waves straight to his cock.
“Cora!” Stig tried to push her away but she wouldn’t be moved. She planted her feet and held tight to his waist. He frowned down at her in utter consternation. “Why?”
She kissed his jaw. “Why not?”
“Did you get a good look at me earlier?”
“Yes. Right now, I see the same sexy Stig that I’ve craved for years. So you were green and then orange and had dragon wings and were kind of scary. Big fucking deal. You should see some of the guys who hit on me.”
Stig snorted. “I’m flattered, really, but we shouldn’t.”
“Shouldn’t?” Cora smirked and licked her initials onto his pec. “I think you’re folding.”
She was right. He’d gone from can’t to shouldn’t in only a few moments. A little more of that sexy tongue flicking over his skin and he’d melt in submission. Judging by the mischievous gleam in her eyes, Cora knew it, too, and seemed determined to get exactly what she wanted.
She maintained contact with one hand and then the other as she wiggled out of her nightgown. His appreciative gaze raked her naked curves. She had such gorgeous tanned skin and breasts that bounced full and heavy. He couldn’t wait to get his mouth on them. A little teasing and she’d purr with satisfaction.
Cora tossed aside her nightgown before licking, nipping, and kissing her way down his torso. Stig’s mouth went dry as she dropped to her knees. So many times he’d fantasized about exactly this moment. She looked so damn sexy kneeling like that. He gazed down into her dazzling green eyes and trembled with the depth of desire reflected in them.
Yet it wasn’t just lust shining there. It was the promise of so much more—and it scared him. Cora couldn’t possibly understand what she was doing. She couldn’t fathom the kind of consequences the simple act of sex would incur.
“Wait, Cora. We can’t do this. You don’t want to— Oh God!” Stig’s exclamation echoed in the holding cell. Cora’s pink tongue flicked the crown of his rock-hard cock and shattered his control. She playfully nibbled the head of his penis and lightly stroked his stiff shaft.