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He must’ve already realized that I typically refused to admit to being or feeling scared. Fear was good for nothing other than realizing that shit was about to hit the damned fan.
“So much better than a movie,” Dots whispered from the living room.
I flipped her the bird without looking over, and earned a round of snorts and quiet laughs.
Bitches.
I hated that I liked them.
With a sigh, I parted my lips.
He slipped his finger into my mouth, and left it there as I licked the seasoning off the huge digit.
The flavors that hit my tongue were nothing I had words to describe—but tasted fucking good.
“Wow,” I managed, as he pulled his finger away and put it in his own mouth.
Nope, I was not acknowledging that he’d licked my saliva off his skin.
He washed his hands with the bar of rough soap beside the sink, then returned to cooking.
I thought I was in the clear, but after a couple of minutes passed, he repeated the process with another spice.
His smirk was back, his gaze hot as he lifted his finger to my lips.
Oohs and snorts came from the peanut gallery again, and I ignored them this time.
“I can do it myself,” I countered, pushing his hand away.
His eyes turned the gray of his dragon form, and he reached forward, dragging his finger over my bottom lip. The touch surprised me, and the warmth that slowly blossomed on my skin was fucking weird.
My tongue slid out to drag over the seasoning, surprising me with its light, sweet flavor.
“This one is rubbed into the skin when someone is sore or in pain,” he told me, lifting his finger back to his lips and cleaning it quickly. “It warms and relaxes you. Makes injuries bearable.”
“What would happen if someone put it on their genitals?” one of the girls asked from the other room.
Dammit, Dots.
“Theoretically,” she added hastily.
Calian didn’t so much as glance at her, his intense gaze focused solely on me. “Hours of fierce pleasure.” His eyes lowered to my lips. The bottom one was still warm and tingly, and starting to feeling a bit swollen too, but not in an uncomfortable way.
“Get back to cooking,” I grumbled at the man.
A smirk teased his lips again, his body relaxing as he turned back to the stove.
My mind spun a bit.
He didn’t know about sex… but of course, he knew about masturbating. There was no way that, in a world full of men, no one had figured out how to jack off.
Fucking hell. Now I had that oh-so-pleasant thought keeping me company.
He repeated the tasting thing a few more times as he made our meal. Despite the intensity of the last thing he made me taste, I parted my lips when he brought his fucking finger to them.
I was weak…
And he was gorgeous.
