She rolled her eyes. “At this rate, I wouldn’t be surprised if I sprain a muscle rolling my eyes since you make me do it so often.” He lightly pinched her bum and Lorna squeaked. “That was uncalled for.”
“We can talk about how you liked it later. Right now, I want to see your dragon, my dear. So, what will it be? I let you go and you walk away. Or, you shift and then receive more kisses from me once you’re human again.”
The corner of her mouth twitched. “I’m almost tempted to say you need to kiss my dragon’s snout before you get any more kisses from my human form. I’m fairly certain your cockiness would fade when I flashed my long, sharp teeth.”
“Stop stalling and make your decision. If I wait any longer, I might lose all my hair.”
A retort was on the tip of her tongue, but her dragon spoke up again. Enough with the human games. Let’s shift and then I can play with him.
At the image of her beast dangling Ross in the air, Lorna mentally chuckled. Aye, I’d like to see that.
Then let’s shift.
What the hell. It’s only Ross.
She pushed against the human’s chest, and he released her. Lorna walked about ten feet away. “Turn around.”
Crossing his arms across his chest, Ross smiled. “I’d rather not. Besides, I thought dragon-shifters didn’t care about nudity.”
He was right, the blasted human. Yet having Ross’s single-minded attention, as his gaze raked from her head to her toes, caused her heart to beat double-time.
Rather than admit she was nervous, Lorna drew on her formidable strength and unzipped her coat. “Fine, but if I hear so much as a chuckle or see a look of horror, I’m going to lift you into the air and drop you into the freezing loch.”
He motioned with his hand. “Understood. Now, get to it, woman. Show me your beautiful dragon.”
Ross’s words rang with honesty, not fake platitudes. Combined with the warmth and anticipation in his eyes, Lorna kicked off her shoes. “Right, then stand back.”
It was time to show Ross Anderson her dragon form.
~~~
Ross couldn’t stop smiling. After all these months, Lorna was finally going to share her dragon with him.
Of course, he didn’t think too much more on it as the woman tossed aside her jacket and moved her hands to the bottom of her jumper.
With a twinkle in her eye, Lorna raised the jumper inch by inch, slowly revealing the pale skin of her abdomen. Just as she would expose her breasts, she paused. “Are you sure you can survive this? I don’t want to give you a heart attack.”
He grinned. “It will be a hell of a way to die.”
Sighing, Lorna muttered something he couldn’t hear, apart from the last bit of him being “a pervy old human.”
He half expected her to stop and change her mind. Or, at the very least, to tell him to turn around. But something flashed in Lorna’s eyes and she tugged her jumper off in one swift motion. Her large breasts were encased in a black, lacy bra. He itched to touch them and feel their weight in his hands. But since he didn’t want to scare the dragonwoman off, he met Lorna’s eyes and chuckled. “Look who has fancy underthings.”
Placing her hands on her hips, Lorna raised her brows. “There’s nothing wrong with wearing things to make me feel pretty.”
“Love, you could be wearing nothing and still outshine the stars.” At the skepticism in Lorna’s eyes, Ross added, “Why are you stalling? You’re the one always complaining about the cold. The sooner you’re naked, the sooner you can shift into a dragon. Dragon’s don’t feel the cold as keenly, or so your children say.”
Lorna said nothing for a few seconds, and he
wondered if he had said too much. Then the dragonwoman wiggled out of her stretchy leggings. Ross drank in every curve and valley of her form. “Lovely.”
Rather than reply, Lorna shucked her panties. Lorna hooked a finger under her bra, and Ross licked his lips. He’d spent many a night dreaming about those breasts.
Whatever shyness Lorna had possessed in the beginning was nowhere to be found as she slowly lowered one bra strap and then the other. Reaching behind her, Lorna smiled right before her bra fell to the ground. Ross’s mouth watered. Lorna’s plump skin was topped with pointy nipples. He couldn’t wait to take one into his mouth.
Lorna cleared her throat. “My face is up here, Ross.”
With one last look, he met Lorna’s whiskey-colored eyes. Her pupils flashed to slits and back. His voice was husky to his own ears as he replied, “I’ve had months to memorize your face, Lorna. From the slight tilt of your left eyebrow to the mole near your jaw. I may need a few months to similarly memorize the soft skin of your breasts, your abdomen, and that lovely arse of yours.”