And with the way Gregory looked, she didn’t doubt that even ice-cold water would turn steaming hot the moment it touched that incredible body...
She swallowed as she looked at him. She couldn’t even say what was more unlikely: that he’d turned into a dragon, or that she was standing here in a shower with the hottest man she’d ever laid eyes on.
Because he was hot. Scorching hot. She’d seen men like him in magazines, posing for a gym or modeling for expensive underwear—but none of that had felt real. Those people weren’t really part of her world.
But Gregory was real.
Even though he could turn into a dragon.
He might be rich and turn into a dragon and look like he should star in the latest action blockbuster, but he was still Gregory, who’d kissed her breathless in the gallery. He smelled like expensive aftershave—but it was a familiar smell, a scent she’d breathed in deeply when he’d held her in his arms. And there was the scent of wind and rain that clung to him, something clear and clean.
He might be an eccentric billionaire dragon, but he was the most down-to-earth eccentric billionaire dragon she could imagine.
“Help me wash?” he murmured suggestively, giving her a small, confident grin that made her knees go weak again.
Heat gathered in her belly, and she had to lick her lips before she could answer. “If you’re sure you’re up for that?”
His eyes laughed at her. “Oh, I’m up for many things.”
And he was right, she saw when she dropped her eyes a little. He was definitely up.
Naomi grinned. “I’ll take that as a sign that you’re indeed feeling a lot better.”
She quickly slipped out of her own clothes, feeling reassured by the way his eyes widened and he stared at her with obvious desire.
“Damn,” he murmured. “No wonder I was healing so quickly. You look... You are...”
Speechlessly, he shook his head, although his arms immediately came forward, his hand settling on Naomi’s hips.
Naomi allowed herself to be pulled forward until she rested against his wet, muscled chest. She’d never been ashamed of her curves, but even so—no one had ever stared at her the way Gregory did, with eyes going dark with desire.
“My dragon chose well,” he said, voice rough. “You’re gorgeous. The things you make me want to do to you...”
Between her legs, she could feel the trickle of wetness. Everything inside her was tight and hot. She hadn’t felt like this in years—aching for a man.
But then, no man had ever been like Gregory.
“You’re pretty good-looking yourself,” she teased. “For an eccentric billionaire dragon.”
She squeezed some of the shower gel into her hand, and then pressed her hands to the broad planes of his pecs. Another shiver of need ran through her. His skin was hot, his muscles hard as rock.
And it wasn’t the only thing about him that was hard...
His cock pressed against her thigh. It was generously sized, so much so that she gulped at the thought of that entire length inside her.
Still, the thought only made her wetter, her body clenching with need for him. It was like being lost in a dream—or being drunk with need for this incredible, gorgeous man.
Patience, she told herself sternly as she ran her fingers up and down his chest, covering him with the slippery suds.
He was watching her from dark eyes. Beneath her touch, his chest was heaving. She could feel the tension in him. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, with that same, overwhelming desire burning away all reason. She couldn’t say how she knew, but the tension in the air was so thick she could taste it.
But he didn’t move. Even though he’d gone all rigid with desire, he’d let her touch him.
By now, the need to wash away the dirt had become nothing but a pretense to run her hands all over him. The warm water had washed away the ash that had still clung to him. There was nothing but clean, wet skin beneath her hands—and she couldn’t stop touching him.
It was like touching a statue, only the rippling muscles beneath her fingers weren’t made from cold marble. Gregory was alive. When she breathlessly ran her fingers over the valleys and hills of that incredible six pack, he groaned. His cock twitched against her thigh, and in response she pressed herself closer.
Water came falling down on them, gentle and warm, like rain on a hot day. It washed away the suds, revealing the hard planes of his chest to her once more. Her nipples had hardened to aching little nubs. Between her legs, need throbbed with every breath she took. How much longer could they last...?