Indeed, Zerlix seemed to have done him a favor—though he would certainly gnash his teeth if he knew it. Without the dose of red-hand potion, Dragon was certain that Bobbi would never have come to him so willingly. And now it seemed the initial barrier had been broken down between them. Why else would she willingly be naked in front of him and offer to take a shower with him?
“Here, let me help you, little one,” he murmured, smiling as he put his hands around her waist and lifted her clear of the sleeping pit.
“Oh!” Bobbi exclaimed breathlessly, as he sat her on the edge of the pit. “I still say you should be careful lifting me like that.”
“Don’t be silly,” Dragon remarked, lifting himself out of the sleeping pit with one smooth, practiced motion. “You’re so tiny I could lift you all day long.”
She nibbled her lower lip, which seemed to be something she did when she was thinking about something.
“Maybe I should try to lose some weight if you’re going to be always lifting me, though,” she suggested hesitantly.
“But then you’d lose your curves—I wouldn’t want that,” Dragon protested. Taking her hand, he pulled her to her feet. He loved the way she was so much shorter than him—so petite the top of her head barely came up to his biceps. Gods, she was adorable!
“You wouldn’t?” She looked up at him uncertainly and he saw vulnerability in her lovely blue eyes.
“Absolutely not,” he assured her.
“You might think differently if you met other mammalian girls though—ones that are taller and thinner than me,” she protested.
“You mean girls that look like Saurian females?” Dragon asked flatly. “I think I can promise you that all I would think if I met them, was that I had no interest in them.” He let his eyes rove down her big breasts and full hips to her rounded behind and plump thighs. “I love the way you’re built, Bobbi—the way you’re curved in all the right places.”
Her cheeks got red and she blushed, which always made her even prettier, in his opinion.
“Enough silliness—let’s get a shower and do something about your hair,” she said briskly.
“As you wish.” Dragon shrugged and led the way to the bathing chamber. He was willing to do just about anything she asked, including wearing his hair in a different way. He had never felt this way about a female before and there was no word in the Saurian dialect he could think of to describe it.
He only knew that he wanted to be with Bobbi always and never let her go.
37
The shower turned out to be an interesting experience—mainly because of the position they wound up in, Bobbi thought. Dragon was so tall that she had to have him kneel on the tiled floor of the shower stall so that she could reach his hair. This put her breasts in his face and he kept teasing her nipples with his tongue, kissing and sucking them as she scrubbed the shellac—which turned out to be a cross between really thick gel and some kind of extra-stiff hairspray—out of his long, black strands.
Bobbi, for her part, pretended that she didn’t notice at first, when he started nuzzling between her breasts. She simply kept scrubbing as the warm water fell down around them from the ceiling above, while Dragon rubbed his rough cheeks against her naked slopes. But she couldn’t help moaning when he took one ripe bud between his lips and started sucking on it, swirling the tip of his tongue around and around her sensitive peak until she could feel herself getting wet and hot and ready between her legs.
She had told herself the night before that she wouldn’t let him do this anymore—that she would keep to herself from now on. But she found it impossible to keep the promise she’d made when she was so attracted to the big Kindred and he was obviously just as attracted to her. The physical pull between them was undeniable and now that the barriers between them had been broken down, it was difficult to keep her hands off him—or protest when he put his hands (and mouth) on her.
Still, she tried.
“Dragon…” she murmured warningly, as he switched to the other nipple—God, he had gotten so good at that in such a short time! “I shouldn’t let you do that, you know. We…we ought to wait to do anything else until…until our wedding night,” she told him breathlessly.
Of course, she had no intention of being here for said wedding night—a thought which gave her a tiny twinge of guilt. But she reminded herself that he had kidnapped her and she had no real obligation to marry him, no matter how attractive she found him. This time on Saurous was just an interlude—she had to get back to her real life.