He closed his eyes and let his worries take wing. His peace didn’t last as his mind began to wander. His brother would summon him tomorrow. What the hell was he going to say? That the female didn’t trust him, that she didn’t seem to like him much? Tension crept back. His neck muscles tightened up. He would worry about it tomorrow.

One thing was for sure, he would win the female. He would. Of that there was no question. He was a warrior and of gold descent. He would remove all pressures on her for the time being. Allow her to settle and then he would aggressively go after her. Coal let his head fall back. He forced his mind to clear.

Ten minutes later, the door to the bathroom opened. Her scent hit him. Citrus yet floral, a hot summer’s night indeed. She had a delectable smell. It made his mouth water for a taste. It was something, at least.

Coal dipped his hands into the water and splashed his face. He allowed his head to dip under the water for a few seconds before coming back up.

“Oh.” He heard her say as his head broke the surface of the water. It sounded like she let the word slip.

Coal glanced back. Steam billowed from the room behind her. Her long dark hair was wet. It hung in tendrils around her shoulders. She wore baggy pants and a shirt. A light pink shirt and an open sweater.

By all that was scaly and green and clawed. By all that smoked and flamed. Pink was a good color on her. He felt his mouth gape. Her nipples dug into the thin material. He could make out the plump outline of her breasts. His mouth felt dry and his eyes overly large in his skull. Hell!

He made a soft growling noise. No pressure! No staring. He lifted his eyes to her face. It was smooth and fresh. Her cheeks flushed. Her eyes… smoldering. So dark and lovely. Who knew that beneath all of that dirt and grime was such beauty. Her clothing was loose, except for around her breasts. There was no hiding them. No hiding those lush beauties.

She crossed her arms and tilted her head upwards. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like how?” His voice was husky. It couldn’t be helped. She was very different to dragon shifter females. Hugely different. Tiny yet curved in all the right places. She was plain until you really looked. Then you couldn’t stop looking.

“You know how. You’re looking at me… well… like that.” She wrapped her arms tighter, trying to cover up. A shame!

Why was she so skittish? She was ravishing. She should be naked. She should be underneath him, or in front of him or on top of him. Any position would do as long as he was inside of her.