He put on a mock hurt expression. “I may not be twenty-two like you, but this twenty-nine-year-old has a few more years left in him before he needs any sort of pill.” He lightly patted her hip. “But in all truth, if I’m with you, Gina, I’ll never need one.” Gina blushed and he chuckled. “Right, then. Let’s put our little innuendoes to the side and put on some clothes.”
“What, like the ones you’ve sliced to bits?”
Fergus smiled slowly. “I won’t apologize for that.”
Gina rolled her eyes. “Men.”
He kissed her cheek. “We’ll find you something. Even pregnant, you should fit into one of my shirts.”
“It’s January in Sutherland. I’m going to need more than a t-shirt.”
“Aye, and what do you have in mind?”
She cupped his cheek and whispered, “I was thinking you could be my blanket.”
“Good answer, lass. Good answer.”
As he kissed her slowly this time, both man and beast settled in contentment. He was close to having what he’d always dreamed of having—a mate and family to call his own.
Chapter Eleven
The next morning, Gina held a cup of hot tea between her hands and simply watched the yummy broad back of her dragonman as he cooked breakfast for her.
Even though she’d pinched herself a few times already, Gina kept thinking it was all a dream.
Fergus was everything she’d never thought she’d have. True, she hadn’t known him long, but she was at ease with the Scot. Talking, cuddling, even teasing came naturally to her when she was with Fergus. She’d never felt this way in her life with anyone, not even the asshole dragonman who’d charmed her back in the States.
Sipping her tea, she hoped she could stay with Clan Lochguard. Fergus mentioning the word “mate” had scared her the day before, but with time, she might even warm up to the idea. She desperately wanted to trust him, but was honest enough with herself to know it was too soon to trust him without question.
Fergus turned around with a grin. He hadn’t bothered to brush his auburn hair and it stood up every which way. Combined with his morning whiskers, he was so handsome it was almost painful to look at him.
Her dragonman placed a plate in front of her with flair. “I think I finally managed pancakes for you.”
Looking down, Gina smiled. “The hotdog-bun shape is pretty original.”
He handed her a fork. “The appearance doesn’t matter. Try them.”
Fergus had spent the last twenty minutes trying to make pancakes. The first batch had tasted like salty bread and Gina had barely kept it down.
Still, Fergus motioned with his hand and she cut a piece. Okay, son, work with me. Even if it tastes bad, let’s not hurt Fergus’s feelings and throw up. With a deep breath, Gina placed the bite between her lips.
The light, fluffy consistenc
y melted in her mouth and she sighed. “Now that’s a pancake.”
He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Then let me make you some more.”
Before he could turn away, she grabbed his wrist. “Not until you try some.” She cut off a piece with her fork, dabbed it in some of the extra syrup, and held it out. Never breaking eye contact, Fergus leaned down and took the fork between his lips and slowly slid the pancake from the utensil. As he chewed, she noticed some syrup on his full bottom lip.
Damn. “How do you make eating pancakes sexy?” Since his mouth was still full, Fergus waggled his eyebrows. Gina laughed. “Lean close for a second.”
As soon as Fergus’s head was close enough, she slowly licked the syrup from his lip. His pupils flashed to slits before he swallowed. “Aye, I think you might have some syrup left on your lip too.” He licked the corner of her mouth before nipping her bottom lip. “You really are messy. I see some more.”
She opened her mouth to reply, but Fergus cut her off with a kiss. As he devoured her mouth, she forgot about everything but the sweet taste of Fergus and pancake.
He finally pulled away. She shivered at the heat in his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that or I’ll never find out about your surprise.”
He caressed her cheek. “Maybe more of me is your surprise.”