hide her blush. “I managed to free myself.”
He waited a beat to speak. Dean looked so rugged in the
shadows, his features hardened so that he even appeared fiercer than before.
“I don’t understand. You’d never freed yourself before. How
did you do it now without sex?”
He thought sex made her get herself out of containment.
Fucking just anyone didn’t bring about the effect. Doing it with just anyone
wouldn’t make a difference. She’d seen enough in her years with the dragons to
know that.
“I thought about us.” They had little time together. Being
coy or untruthful would do nothing for her.
“About our time in the shower?” He leaned down, kissing her
by the side of her eye.
“No, I imagined something else. You and I making love. In my
dream. I got off and it woke me.”
His breathing got louder. “Hells. I want to hear about your
fantasies. So much. But there isn’t time now.”
“I know.” She preferred not to tell him anyway. He’d never
want to touch her again if he knew she’d gotten off thinking about making a
baby with him. Truth was, she’d rather not dwell on it at all.
“I’m looking for the equipment.”
Amanda pointed up to the loft. “There.”
He nodded. “Thanks. I hadn’t gotten up there yet.”
She followed him up the ladder to the storage container that
held the climbing equipment. He handed her the matchstick so he could dig
through the box.
“Don’t drop that. I don’t want a fire.”
“Would be something. Just burn the whole place down.”
Dean shook his head, not looking up. “Not with one human
left inside.”
“You are determined.”
He glanced her way, winking at her. “I tend to get my way.
I’m a stubborn ass.”
Her memory of her dream came around, with him ordering her
around, and she looked away. Where Dean was concerned, it turned out she was a
goner.
A wave of exhaustion shook her and she went down to her
knees. “Dean, I think you’d better take this match. I’m going to go back under.
I don’t know how I’m going to get back to her room.”
Dean took the flame and blew it out. Total darkness struck
her again.
“I’m not ready for you to leave again, Amanda.” He pulled
her into his arms. “There isn’t the time for this and there isn’t the time not
to do it. I want you. Hell, I always desire you. I’m keeping you with me.”
“You don’t have to.” The last thing she wanted was
obligation.
“It’s not ‘have to’. I crave you, Amanda. I think about you
and I’m as hard as a teenager before his first time. You’re staying with me
now. You’re coming home with me later. We’ll work the rest out. For now, I’m
getting us both off. You’ll stay conscious and I’ll finally be able to think
again.” He sucked in his breath. “You’re like a drug to me.”
She met his mouth with her own. There were worse fates than
having to have sex with the man she couldn’t get enough of.
Chapter Six
Dean had made love with Amanda once in the showers and now
in a pitch-black loft. Someday, the universe would be kind to them and he’d get
to show her pleasure somewhere that would leave them neither wet nor dirty.
“Dean. Hurry.”
He pushed his mouth against hers and she opened it, letting
him stroke her with tongue as he wanted to do to her down below. She ran her
hands up and down his back, causing his cock to harden even further.
“Feeling more alert?”
She grinned. “Drastically.”
He grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head. They
didn’t have time for niceties or seduction. The clothes had to be abandoned. Fast.
She caught his drift and yanked her pants off too. He stood up, removing his
own clothes at what had to be a world-record speed. Finally, he lay back down
on top of her. Both of them naked. He couldn’t speak for her, but he’d love to
keep her like that. Permanently.
“Good. I wouldn’t want to put you to sleep.”
Amanda shook her head, her brown hair falling onto
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