Amusement danced in her eyes. “Bed, huh?”
He lightly slapped her thigh. “Yes, actual bed. It’s been a long day and you need some rest.”
“So, the cock comes out and you switch to Guardian mode. Good to know.”
He growled. “Gina.”
She grinned and his irritation evaporated. “We’re going to have to work on lightening you up a little. After meeting your brother, I know for sure you’ve been teased before.”
“Don’t mention my brother when you’re naked.”
She moved a little toward him and placed her hands on his chest. “I knew you weren’t immune to the possessive streak that all dragon-shifters seem to have.”
“Would you want me to mention your sister as I fondled your breast?”
She scrunched her nose. “That’s just gross.”
He grunted. “Then you understand.”
“Fine, I won’t mention he-who-must-not-be-named.” She plucked at his shirt. “But do we really need to get out of bed just yet?”
She looked back up at him. The longing in her eyes shot straight to his heart. Kissing her again, he laid his forehead on hers. “If you’re afraid I’m not going to want you again, then you’re sadly mistaken, lass. If you were fed and rested, I would be taking you until your voice was hoarse.”
“Fergus.”
He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s true.” He traced her cheek with his finger. “But if you finish eating, then I might be persuaded to help you shower, if you like.”
Teasing returned to her eyes. “Maybe I want to help you in the shower. After all, you’ve seen me naked but you’re still wearing most of your clothes.”
Fergus winked. “I need to keep up the anticipation, lass. Because once you see these muscles of mine again, I’ll be wiping drool off your chin.”
Gina snorted. “Good to see your humor is back.”
“Oh, I’m not joking. I see lots of drool on your chin in the future.”
As soon as he said it, Fergus realized what it sounded like. He debated apologizing when Gina’s husky voice filled his ear, “I think we’ll be seeing more of my wetness on your chin long before I have drool on mine.”
From inside his mental maze, his beast roared in approval. Gina MacDonald was comfortable enough in his presence to tease about him going down on her.
In response, Fergus took her lips in a rough kiss and slid his tongue into her mouth. He stroked a few times as he lightly tugged her hair. When he finally broke it, Gina was panting. He put a finger under her chin and closed her gaping mouth. “Watch it, lass, or you may yet have drool on your chin.”
Determination flashed in her eyes. “You might’ve won this point, but the next one is mine.”
“Oh, aye? So we’re going to keep score?”
Gina pulled away and closed her expression. Fuck. Keeping score must’ve reminded her of Travis and his bloody ten females.
“Gina, look at me.” She met his eyes again and he cupped her cheek. “You are not a point or prize to me. Don’t ever think that.” She nodded, but remained quiet so he continued, “Let’s heat up your supper and you can tell me all about your sister. We’ll both be dressed, so it shouldn’t be ‘gross’.”
She smiled at his poor imitation of her voice. “We’re going to have to work on your mimicry skills, Fergus. I’m not a squeaky mouse.”
“Aye, we can. After you have some food and tell me about your sister. I bet she has a ridiculous American name like Brittany or Taylor.”
Gina raised an eyebrow. “Her name is Kaylee, actually. And it’s not like you’re one to talk. Fergus sounds like an old man’s name to an American.”
“Oh, aye?” Fergus leaned down to Gina’s ear and nibbled her earlobe before he added, “Well, this old man, has already made you scream twice. What do you say to that?”
“I say that maybe you’re using a little blue pill.”