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edible. He wanted to say chocolate, but it was better. If twenty four karat gold chocolate was possible, that’s what she’d smell like.
    She pulled back from him. “You’re not wearing a belt.”

Chapter 4
    K rysanthe couldn’t believe she’d just blurted that out like a complete idiot. It hadn’t been a belt buckle digging into her back on the bike. It had been his… erection. Even thinking about the word made her blush.
    Which was stupid. She wasn’t a virgin by any means.
    But thinking about how big of a male he was, it would make sense that his cock would be, too.
    Her cheeks heated.
    “No, Princess. It wasn’t a belt buckle.” He smirked. “My apologies.”
    “Don’t apologize.” She leaned into his broad chest again. “It’s normal biology. It happens.”
    “It is normal biology, but I’m not going to try to say it just happens. You’re a beautiful woman, Krysanthe. It’s you. So if that means you don’t want to ride with me—”
    Heat suffused her at his words. So he was as affected as she. “Why do you keep trying to push me off on someone else?”
    “I don’t want you to feel unsafe.”
    “Oh my gods, Ondrej. I’ve never felt safer.” She leaned up on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “But don’t tell Voshkie that.”
    He laughed.
    She liked the sound of his laugh. She liked everything about him. So she decided to be honest and confess. “You felt it, didn’t you? That electricity?”
    “I did. It almost knocked me on my ass.”
    “Has it ever happened to you before?”
    “No, and I don’t know that I liked it. It could make things more dangerous for you.”
    “Me either. But I did like it.” She pressed herself against him. “I liked it a lot.”
    “What do you want from me, Princess?” It was a simple question with not so simple an answer.
    “I don’t know.” She shook her head. “I’m supposed to marry a male I don’t know. Be his wife. His mate. I guess I’d like to experience you before I do. I want to know what that spark means.”
    “We can do that, Princess. But not here on the dance floor.”
    She bit her lip. “Why do you keep calling me princess? My name is Krysanthe.”
    “Gold nymph princesses aren’t for dragons. We know that ends badly. I have to remind myself.”
    His hands were around her waist and all she could think about was getting them on the rest of her body. “Fine, not on the dance floor. In the bathroom?”
    He laughed. “Gods, woman. No. When this happens, it’ll be in a better place than a roadside bathroom.”
    “I heard that,” Gram said as she danced past them.
    “No offense to your bathroom,” he called.
    “None taken. Condom machine is empty anyway,” her voice carried above the crowd.
    All Krysanthe could do was laugh. The old hunter was definitely a trip.
    Voshkie shot her a look around Mikolas’s shoulder.
    She grinned and leaned in to Ondrej, enjoying the sensation of his arms around her. She’d casually decided to have a night of hot sex with a dragon she barely knew. And it was so easy to just tell him what she wanted.
    She wondered if it would be like that in bed with him, too.
    No awkward fumbling, like her last lover. No strange morning after with different expectations.
    Just experiencing each other and the pleasure they had to share.
    She bit her lip again, that spark flickering through her like a fireworks display.
    The hard ridge of what she’d thought was a belt buckle was pressed up against her again. “Mm, are you sure you don’t want to take me up on that bathroom visit?”
    “Yeah. Tonight you’re going to soar,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ll take you higher than you’ve ever been before. First on my back, since I’ll be doing the flying. Then on yours.”
    Her body responded to his words, his nearness. She started having the dirtiest fantasies about fucking him on his bike. Krysanthe knew that wasn’t very realistic, but what about this was? Absolutely nothing.
    “Maybe not,” she