The Spark of the Dragon’s Heart
The dense forest became less dense, and a large, beautiful log home appeared in front of us, its roof piled with snow. It was really starting to come down, and the entire scene reminded me of a Christmas card.
Our tires crunched on the gravel-snow mixture as Danic slowed to a stop in front of the house. A muscle in his jaw flexed again and again and his lips were pressed into a thin, hard line of frustration. Grabbing his coat from the back seat, he gave me a hard look as I reached for my door handle out of spite.
“Don’t even think about it,” he growled.
I was tempted to jump out despite his command, but I couldn’t make myself do it. Despite the friction between us, he still wanted to be the perfect gentleman. Regardless, when he whooshed open my door, I gave him my best glare as I took his hand. I even let him help me into my own coat, tension bristling between us like a live power cable.
When my cold fingers fumbled with the zipper, he brushed them aside and zipped me up himself, the fire in his eyes blazing hot. It really should have been enough to keep me warm in Antarctica, yet…I wanted more. There was no denying it, and there was only one thing to do about it.
Without weighing the consequences, without so much as thinking, I lunged up onto my tiptoes and pulled his head down to meet mine. The moment our lips touched, my entire body caught fire. He devoured me. We devoured each other, just like we’d been starving and the other was an all-you-can-eat buffet of our favorite foods. He pulled me closer, and despite our heavy coats, his heart beat in time with mine. Fast and hard, like it might explode.
Danic’s fingers found my zipper again and pulled it down slowly, but just as the frigid air — not to mention his powerful kisses — hardened my nipples, the sound of a door slamming open caught our attention. Red-lipped and woozy, we both looked toward the sound and froze in surprise, our breath rising into the air in puffs of steam.
A man stumbled down the porch steps toward us, one hand holding his head, the other reaching out to us. And he was covered in blood.
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