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Yeah, I hadn’t changed out of the tank top and panties. The tank was white, damp with my sweat, and definitely see-through. The navy-blue panties offered coverage, at least.
I looked back at his eyes, and found them blazing brightly. The look on his face was intense in a way I’d never seen from him, or any other man.
And he was still looking at my very-visible-nipples.
The rest of my body, too.
I’d never felt so sexy in my life.
A new wave of heat rolled down my spine, and my back arched a little with the discomfort.
“You’re in pain,” he growled, finally looking at my eyes.
“I’m fine,” I whispered.
If I’d spoken any louder, I was pretty sure my voice would crack.
It had been a long, long night, and lack of sleep always made me feel emotional.
He crossed the space between us in three long steps, but I held up a hand before he touched me.
He stopped abruptly when I did.
That alone told me I could trust him to respect my body, at least.
“Yes, I’m in pain,” I said quietly. “And sweating like a fiend. It sucks, but I’m surviving.”
His jaw clenched.
The fire in his eyes burned brighter.
But he finally jerked his head in a nod. “I’ll fight the need to soothe you as long as I can.”
“Thank you.”
I stepped past him, grabbing my laptop off the kitchen table and slipping out to the porch. It was cool enough outside to make me feel a little better. And hey, at least I’d have a good view out there while I suffered.
Since August had already seen my nipples and underwear, I didn’t bother putting more clothes on yet. I was miserable enough in what I had on. Wearing more fabric would only make that worse.
I opened my laptop and tried to work on my project, but failed. My mind was so fuzzy, it was practically spinning. Focusing was impossible.
Half an hour and absolutely zero progress later, I closed my laptop again and lifted my thighs to my chest. My heels dug in to the bottom of the porch swing, and I hugged my knees close.
Tears stung my eyes.
I hated crying, and rarely did so—but between the discomfort and lack of sleep, fighting the emotions was useless.
I was exhausted.
I was sweaty.
I was horny.
Why was I even resisting the urge to let August soothe me?
Sometime during the night, I’d forgotten. Maybe there had never been a reason.
He clearly wasn’t Dickwad. He hadn’t shown any sign of violence, and dragons were protectors.
