Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 93267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Gregori’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline and he stared at Salem like he’d lost his mind. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Nope.” Salem jerked the blankets back on his bed, preparing to slide in and sleep the sleep of the dead.
“But I won’t fit. This sofa is tiny. What if I fall off it in the middle of the night?”
“Then I guess you’ll continue sleeping on the floor.” Salem stretched out on the soft mattress. It seemed to embrace him, welcoming him home at last. He pulled the blankets up and over his head. “Turn off the light when you’re done getting changed.”
Gregori said nothing. Salem lay frozen in bed, listening to the sounds of his unwanted houseguest sifting around in his bag, getting changed, brushing his teeth, and finally the click of the light, sending the entire apartment into darkness.
Was that really it? No more arguments from Gregori? The stubborn dragon had fought him on everything else since they’d left Brazil. Was he giving up so easily? He’d been positive Gregori would fight him tooth and nail to sleep with him. Especially after they’d already shared a bed once—quite spectacularly too.
More to the point, why hadn’t he really gotten rid of Gregori yet? All Salem had to do was call his brother, get someone to issue orders, and Gregori would have no choice but to leave. He knew this. He had the power to make it happen. And yet he found himself unwilling to pick the phone up and make the call. He didn’t understand why he hesitated. It was like some part of him wanted Gregori here. Which was ludicrous. Every time he’d let a man in, it had gone nuclear bad. Hadn’t he learned his lesson by now?
Grumbling at himself, he scooched farther into his pillow. Some days, he wondered just how smart he really was, as when it came to men, he sure couldn’t seem to learn from his mistakes.
The mattress shifted as if a new weight pressed on it near his feet. He shoved the blanket off his head and squinted, willing his eyes to adjust more quickly to the overwhelming darkness. A large shape poised like a tiger at the foot of his bed, ready to strike.
“What are you doing?” he snapped.
“Your bed is more than big enough to fit both of us,” Gregori replied, inching farther up the mattress.
“No. You go sleep on the couch.”
“But I won’t fit.” He inched closer. Salem was sure most of Gregori was now on the bed. “Plus, I need to think of you.”
“Me?” he squawked. The dragon had lost his damn mind.
“Mmm.” He moved up, but he didn’t settle on the other half of the full-sized mattress. Instead, Gregori had crawled up to loom over him. Salem pushed backward into his pillow to put more distance between them. When Gregori spoke again, his voice had dipped into a low, rough whisper that caressed his entire body. “I need to make sure you’re properly relaxed so you can sleep. You know I can help you relax.”
Salem’s traitorous mind instantly conjured up images. Gregori’s hands moving over him, stroking him, while his thick cock—
“No!” Salem burst out. He wasn’t entirely sure if he was talking to himself or Gregori. Or both. Yes, both Gregori and his stupid libido needed to hear it.
“What are you afraid of?” Gregori taunted. He dipped his head, and Salem stubbornly turned his mouth away. He was not kissing this asshole. But this didn’t deter Gregori. His wicked tongue licked a long stripe up the side of Salem’s neck to his earlobe, which he sucked into his mouth. A moan of longing and desire rose in Salem’s throat and his dick instantly hardened.
“Afraid you’ll enjoy it too much?” Gregori’s hot breath skimmed over his wet skin, sending goose bumps down his arms. Fuck, he could even feel his nipples hardening and Gregori had only licked him. His body betrayed him!
Gregori lowered his head again, and this time his teeth nibbled along Salem’s collarbone before licking his tender flesh. “Afraid you’ll beg me to fuck you harder, faster? Afraid you’ll lose your mind while riding my cock?”
With a snarl, Salem placed his hands against Gregori’s chest, only to find hot, silky skin waiting for him. He shoved with all he had, but the dragon was too fast for him. As Gregori rolled onto his back, he wrapped an arm around Salem’s waist, pulling him along for the ride. Salem ended up straddling his hips, the blankets a tangled mess between them.
“Even if we were to have sex, that’s all it would be,” Salem said. “Just like in Brazil. No strings. Just sex. It doesn’t mean anything else.”
“Did I say it would mean anything else?” Gregori’s smug tone had Salem itching to smack him. So, he did the next best thing. He kissed the shit out of him. The dragon couldn’t talk if his mouth was otherwise occupied.