Page 29 of Kidnapped By The Messy Dragon

He quits teasing. “I didn’t think I would find you, Zuri. I’ve just been living.”

I nod. “Same.”

He stares at me again. He looks at my mouth.

Oh my God. He’s going to kiss me.

I want him to.

He shifts closer. The bed dips with him, and his green eyes stay on mine the whole way in. My breathing goes quick and shallow. My lips part.

He stops with his mouth almost on mine, and he waits. I tip my chin up. His warm breath touches my mouth first, and I close my eyes.

His lips brush mine, so soft I gasp against him.

I move into him. My leg slides between his, and my thigh brushes against his stiff dick. Even through his pants I can feel it, big, thick, and hot.

He smiles against my mouth and deepens the kiss. His tongue trails along my bottom lip. When it slips inside, I wince sharp. The cuts inside my mouth from that punch are still healing.

He pulls back quick. He goes still and reads my face.

“I’m fine.” I lift toward him, chasing his mouth. “Keep going.”

He groans. Then he shakes his head and presses a kiss to my forehead instead, his thumb stroking my cheek while he cups my chin. “Let’s get up and get you looked over. I don’t like seeing you in pain.”

I wanted him to roll on top of me and press me into this fancy mattress of his.

I bite my lip when he stands up from the bed. His dick presses a long line down the front of his pants, and none of it is subtle. He could have rolled me over and gotten right to it, and I would have thanked him.

Jalen throws his head back and laughs.

He stretches his arms over his head, taking his time about it. I poke my bottom lip out on purpose.

“You’re feeling the pull between us,” he says. “Your body wants me, and you don’t understand why.”

He’s right. I don’t understand it. I’ve also stopped caring.He’s not getting that out of me this morning.

He turns back to the bed. “Let me court you a little before we turn this room upside down.”

Then he leans in and gives me another soft kiss. “Believe me when I say I want you,” he says against my lips. “My dragon is about to burst out of me and take you himself.”

“Will I get to meet your dragon?” I ask.

“Yes. He is yours as much as mine.” He crosses to the dresser and pulls his clothes out of the two drawers I didn’t take over.

I finally sit up and stretch until my back pops. I start finger-combing my hair. It’s everywhere.

I climb out of bed and head for the toiletry bag Brandy and Jules packed me. Then I stop in front of the dresser mirror. My bruise has deepened to purple overnight. My hair worries me more. It’s standing straight up on top of my head, like I went too crazy with the spritz.

I run my fingers through it, pressing it down. It springs right back.

Jalen reaches me in two steps and pulls me into his arms. He kisses me again. “You’re beautiful, baby.”

I snatch the toiletry bag and shut myself in his bathroom. I can hear him laughing through the door.

I take my time in the shower, and afterward I brush my hair out until it settles. The sisters packed me a soft V-neck top and a pair of skinny jeans that fit better than anything I own. The tag is still on the shirt when I pull it over my head, and the price makes me suck my teeth.

Now I’m scared to eat breakfast in it. I’m a messy eater, liable to baptize this shirt in coffee before I even sit down.