“As you know,” he leaned in close to her, one hand on her hip, stroking her bare skin with teasing touches. “Dragons have a strong sense of smell.”
“O—kay.” She drew out the word into two syllables, her heart pounding.
“And a pregnant dragoness carries a certain scent.”
“But I’m not a dragoness.”
His playful gaze turned intense. “The scent is unmistakable.”
“So you’re telling me that I’m really . . .” She was afraid to even say the word. Too much hope hung on the thought. She’d been ready to live the rest of her life with him and never have children, but now . . . it was as though everything she could have wished for some day was possible.
“We are expecting.” When he said it, she could heard the awe and excitement in his slightly breathless words.
“Oh my God.” She felt like an i***t
