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without a moment’s hesitation. He hauled her tight
    against his chest and cupped her face. He wasted no time
    tilting back her head and claiming her mouth. Pliable and
    sweet, her lips parted and welcomed his searching tongue.
    His hand slid to the back of her neck as he devoured her
    soft mouth. She mewled like a kitten and grasped at him.
    Stig’s hands roamed the silky skin of her back. He
    trailed a finger along her spine and clasped a plump
    cheek. His hand slid along her hip and dipped between
    their bodies. He palmed her bare mons and elicited a
    shudder. Cora pressed against him and kissed him
    hungrily.
    It would be so easy to haul her off the ground and place
    her on the bathroom counter. All he had to do was unzip
    his jeans and sink into her wet sheath. He could have her,
    hard and fast, right there, right now.
    With a painful groan, Stig tore free and pushed her
    gently to arm’s length. “We have to stop.”
    Almost instantly Cora transformed from a woman
    confident in her sexuality to a woman embarrassed. She
    reached for the nearest towel and quickly covered herself.
    Stig’s gut clenched. That was the last thing he’d wanted.
    “Cora…wait.” He reached for her as she tried to shove
    past him.
    “Let go.” She shook free and glared up at him. “I’m not
    interested in whatever lame-ass excuse you’re about to lay
    on me.”
    Taken aback by the fire in her eyes, he tried to reason
    with her. “It’s not like that, Cora. I just…hell…I don’t
    know what I’m saying.” He wiped his face and tried to
    find the words. “You make me feel , Cora, feel things I
    haven’t felt in a long time.”
    Cora blinked, clearly stunned by his emotional
    statement. She frowned in confusion. “Then what the hell
    is the problem?”
    “It’s complicated.” How could he explain he was afraid
    his dragon’s need to mate might be clouding his judgment?
    How could he tell her about the bloody feud ignited
    centuries ago because a dragon male had fallen in love
    with a human woman and gotten her killed?
    “Because I’m Hector’s little sister?”
    Although her guess wasn’t quite the problem, it gave
    him a good out. “Yes.”
    Cora sighed with frustration. “Then you need to sort that
    out. I know boys have weird ideas about what’s okay and
    what’s not when it comes to sisters. The problem is you
    guys never stop to ask those sisters what the hell they
    want.”
    She spun on her heel and left. He winced at the sharply
    slammed door. Well he’d completely fucked that up,
    hadn’t he?
    Shaking his head, Stig shut the door to the bathroom and
    shed his dirty clothes. A shower did little to clear his
    mind. He couldn’t argue with Cora’s points. She was right
    on all counts. He was stuck in the worst of places. Coming
    to terms with his feelings for a best friend’s sister was one
    thing. Telling that little sister he was actually an immortal
    dragon shifter? Not so easy.
    As if about to brave the lion’s den, Stig cautiously
    entered the kitchen. Cora radiated anger. She slammed
    down plates and silverware and hefted the steaming dish
    of lasagna over to the table. The dish thumped loudly
    against the pot holders she’d placed to protect the
    tabletop.
    He’d have to be an idiot to take a step farther. And
    yet…and yet there was something so incredibly alluring
    about Cora in her current mood. A pink flush colored her
    face and highlighted her cheekbones and lips. Her eyes
    seemed to sparkle. Every huff thrust her breasts against the
    low neckline of her green tank top.
    The urge to pull her close and apologize overwhelmed
    him. Stig questioned whether that would smooth over their
    tiff or cause more problems.
    “Are you just going to stand there?” Cora snapped at
    him from behind the island.
    Stig stiffened at her biting tone. He squashed the snippy
    reply on the tip of his tongue. “Look, I’m sorry about what
    happened upstairs. You’re right. You should have a say in
    whatever