Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“I mean keep the tent cool.”
“I know what you meant. Yes, I can keep the tent cool like this all night.”
“And still sleep?”
“Yes, I can sleep, cool the tent, and keep you safe. Go to sleep.”
Samuel’s brain barely registered the rest of that sentence as it drifted off.
When Samuel woke the next morning, it was to find himself lying half on Dimitri. His head was pillowed on the dragon’s chest, and both of Dimitri’s arms were wrapped around him as if Samuel were a teddy bear. He looked far too adorable for Samuel’s sleepy brain. Dimitri’s hair was mussed and his face was somehow sweet when it was completely relaxed.
Samuel’s bent leg was also stretched across Dimitri’s groin, covering what felt like some very impressive morning wood.
And that only made him more aware of his own pressed almost painfully against the dragon’s hip.
Part of him wanted to be embarrassed. Horrified.
Except that the tent was still relatively dark and so wonderfully cool. The arms holding him felt so damn good. And he’d had the best night of sleep in…hell, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a better night of sleep.
Of course, Kevin’s voice chose that moment to whisper through his brain, mocking him.
Run, run. Toss up all your walls and pretend you’re not attracted. We both know you don’t have a spontaneous bone in your body. You wouldn’t know fun if it reached in your pants and grabbed your dick.
Screw you, Kevin.
He could be fun. He could be spontaneous, dammit!
The bubble of anger that had risen up inside of him was directed more at himself than the memory of his asshole ex. The walls Samuel maintained around his heart at all times had slipped in the night, and when he looked at Dimitri, he couldn’t give voice to the lies he’d been telling himself for days now. Lies he’d fabricated out of desperation.
Hidden away from prying eyes while Dimitri slept, it was safe to admit he was attracted to Dimitri. Who the fuck wouldn’t be? The dragon was sex on wheels with his dark hair, slumberous bedroom eyes, and wicked grin. Everything about him was pure temptation and Sam ached to have a taste.
But why would someone like Dimitri be interested in a no-talent nerd like him?
Except that Dimitri’s heavy-handed flirting had made it abundantly clear he would be interested in a little fooling around. But how would Samuel go about instigating something like that? Not once in his life had he ever been the aggressor.
How about I show you exactly how grateful I am to you for saving my life?
Samuel mentally snorted at that corny, damsel-in-distress line. He’d never be able to say that out loud with a straight face. Dimitri would laugh at him, and Samuel wouldn’t blame the man.
Dimitri seemed like a direct approach kind of guy. Maybe Samuel could straddle his hips and say, Why don’t you fuck me with that big dragon cock of yours?
Okay, maybe it would be best if he found a way to proposition Dimitri without words.
Yeah, that would probably work best.
Someone was snuggling him.
Dimitri lay perfectly still, trying to get his brain to wake up enough to tell him whether this was a good development or a potentially awkward start to his day.
The last thing he remembered was…Sam. The cranky mage had been hot, tired, and hurting after his encounter with a pisadeira. Dimitri had placed a cooling hand over the bruised area on his chest, and within a couple of minutes the mage had wordlessly drifted off to sleep.
Dimitri, on the other hand, had lain there wide awake for at least another hour, his chest tight with this sense of panic he couldn’t completely shake. What if he’d not woken in time to grab that fucking pisadeira? What if Sam hadn’t been able to cry for help? What if the creature had missed and landed on his throat or head?
He wasn’t normally a pessimistic person or a worrier, but when it came to this mage, he couldn’t shut his brain off.
No, from now on Sam had to share a tent with him. It was the only way he could be sure the mage would be safe at night.
And if it meant he woke up each morning wrapped up in the little archeologist’s tight body, then he was willing to suffer through it. Take one for the team and all that.
A soft, needy whimper rose from the other man, and the leg currently resting on Dimitri’s groin shifted slightly higher, rubbing across his dick. That succeeded in waking up the rest of him. Dimitri clenched his teeth to hold in his own needy whimper.
Opening his eyes, he turned his head enough to see if Sam was awake or simply shifting in his sleep and found nervous, hungry eyes watching him. Sam’s soft lips were parted on a breath, looking like the sweetest invitation Dimitri had ever woken to. It would be rude not to take Sam up on that, and he tried to never be rude to a mage.