He put the rest of his things down and rubbed the back of his neck. “I know I should go out and buy a new razor, but after all that driving, I’m beat. Can you put up with a couple prickly kisses until tomorrow?”
“Happily, but—” She tugged him towards the bathroom. “I won’t have to.”
She opened up the bathroom closet and started pointing at everything:
“Brand new toothbrushes, extra razors, mouthwash, soaps, shampoos, and conditioners—all in different scents, depending on what you like.”
Logan stared at the mini-drugstore neatly arranged on the shelf below her towels. “Is this ... is this part of your hoard?”
“No, this is part of me being my mother’s daughter. Always be prepared for unexpected guests. Even though you—” she went up on her tiptoes and kissed the corner of his mouth lingeringly—“don’t count as a guest.”
“I’m surprised more dragons don’t go into the hospitality industry.”
This was one of Iz’s favorite bits of draconian trivia. “We tried! It doesn’t work as well as you’d think. Once you really build up a stockpile of mini shampoo bottles or bathrobes or little bars of soap, itdoesturn into a hoard, and then you have a serious problem. No one wants a dragon holed up in a Marriott storeroom hissing at anybody who tries to take an extra towel.”
“But if I understand what you’re saying ....” He bypassed the razor to feel one of her extra-fluffy towels. “I can take all the towels I want.”
There was a sexy, playful smile on his face that made her knees go weak.
“You can take all the everything you want,” Iz said. She leaned against him, and he put his arm around her and held her close. “It’s our place, if you want it to be. Or we can find a new one together, if you want that—”
He silenced her with a kiss.
“I like our place,” Logan said. “I like the—” The word caught for just a second as he came up blank, but then he found it. This time, no shadow passed over his face. “I like the abundance of towels and the abundance of you.” He ran his hand down the length of her, cheek to throat to shoulder to arm to hip, and Iz felt herself melting into his touch.
“Maybe you’ll like the bedroom,” she said.
“I’m one hundred percent sure I will.”
They fumbled their way there, bumping against the walls from where they couldn’t stop kissing each other on the way.
“Our first time at home,” Iz said.
Logan made a noise of agreement as he nuzzled at her neck. “It’s going to be perfect.”
The bed was already occupied by a flying greyhound, three fluffalo, and an air-snake. Cat appeared to have crawledunderIz’s pillowcase, making a snaky shape underneath. The fluffalo were dozing against a baffled but accepting Nathaniel.
“Ah,” Iz said. “I mean, we can’t move them.”
Logan snapped a quick picture. “No, probably not. We’d feel like monsters.”
Iz sighed. “This is going to be a recurring problem, isn’t it?”
“Hopefully we’ll get better about remembering to close the bedroom door when we’re not in there.” Logan didn’t sound like he had an overwhelming amount of confidence in that possibility, and Iz hoped that the loss of yetanotherpossibility for picture-perfect mate sex hadn’t disappointed him too much.
But then he grinned at her, flooding the mate-bond with so much warmth and light that it felt like the sun was coming up inside of her. He took up the pillownotcurrently inhabited by a snake and tucked it under his arm.
“Want to make a towel bed on the bathroom floor?”
“God, yes. You’re a genius. But I know you wanted everything just right—"
He shook his head. “Everything’s right as long as I have you,” he said simply. “Everything’s perfect.”