“Holy s**t!” I screamed, and would have leaped off him if the dragon hadn’t disappeared and the man returned, his flesh wonderfully familiar and normal. I slapped both hands on his chest. “Don’t you ever do that again!”
“Never?” he asked, humor and heat and passion in his eyes. “It is one of my forms, just as this is.”
“What you do in your own time is your own business, but I’m very much a human form sort of girl, so if you expect me to impale myself on this really outstanding example of a p***s—hoobah, that’s really ... godlike ... isn’t it? The word heroic comes to mind—then you are going to stay like you are right now.”
He pulled me upward to claim my mouth again, an act that set me afire again. I wiggled against him, reveling in the feeling of his body beneath mine. He might be seve
