Page 8 of Never Flirt with a Dragon
“Holy shit! HOLY SHIT! Okay, we’re heading to you now. Don’t panic. I’ll cover for you with Vi if she calls. Love you!”
She hung up.
I shoved my phone back in my bra and pressed my face back to Jasper’s scales.
At least that was over.
We must’ve flown for hours. The air was freezing, but it felt kind of nice on my warm skin.
Jasper didn’t say anything else, though he snarled when my phone rang once more.
I ignored it.
No way was I risking my life to pull it out again.
I relaxed just a little as we flew. The scenery was pretty below us, and while I couldn’t see well in the dark, the moon was shining brightly.
My attention was on the biggest mountain yet as we neared it. Jasper hadn’t said anything, but he was flying straight toward it.
My stomach clenched when we flew closer.
Guess that was Mate Mountain.
I was tense and ready for a landing when he finally dove downward. Though I squeezed my eyes shut, the arch was smooth, and there was no jolt as we landed.
Jasper pulled me off his back with his tail, then shifted forms without warning.
And I was once again front-and-center for the strip show.
Or maybe just the nude show?
Whatever it was, it was gorgeous.
He was gorgeous.
I’d never been asked to draw or paint a naked man during my many years of art classes, but I had a sudden itch to do exactly that. The man may as well have been a statue, every inch of his body covered in thick muscles that looked chiseled from stone.
And that erection…
Whew.
I was sweating just looking at it.
…Or maybe that was the heat thing.
Who knows.
Instead of, you know, putting on clothes, he strode over to me.
And tugged the hem of my dress down.
I blinked.
Having a naked man trying to cover more of my body wasn’t exactly something I’d experienced before.
But his eyes were still burning, and there was something wild in them. It made me think he wasn’t all there, mentally.
He growled when the dress didn’t magically gain multiple inches of fabric. Even at its longest, it was short.
