Free Gambling on Her Dragon (Charmed in Vegas Book 2) by Anna Lowe, Michelle Fox Page B

available appendage around him, keeping him close.
    Her heart thumped. His breath came in shallow pants. The throb she felt in her chest could have been his pulse or hers. His fingers tightened around hers, just as they’d done the night before, and a languid kind of peace washed over her as he collapsed, then turned and wrapped her in his arms.
    Mine
, her dragon purred.
Mine
.
    She really ought to have stamped such crazy thoughts away, but she just couldn’t muster the willpower to. Resisting the pull to him was useless. And Christ, temptation had never felt this good, this right.
    “Mine,” he murmured, and she snuggled closer, crossing her arms over his.
    A lifetime passed in a minute, and she didn’t regret a thing. She just wrapped herself tighter in the blanket of his warmth and hung on to a high that lifted every layer of her body and soul.
    “Wow,” she murmured, which was short for,
Hot damn, that was good.
 Maybe she should have hooked up with a wolf sooner.
    She laughed in spite of herself. As if she had a huge stable of gorgeous, steel-muscled he-wolves to choose from back in Wyoming. As if she’d ever met a man like this before.
    After one kiss to his arm, she squeezed her eyes shut. She never needed to go looking anywhere else, ever again.
    “What?” He tapped her shoulder, and she rolled around. Popped over to kiss him, smack on the lips. One tiny kiss to follow the hurricane-force winds that had just swept past, but it stood out all the same. Love amidst lust. Poetry amidst passion.
    She squeezed her lips together, holding on to his taste. “You…I mean, us. I mean, this…”
    The corners of his eyes crinkled into a smile. “I think I know what you mean.”
    Did he? She searched his face for any hint of a lie or a rote line, but there was none of that. Just joy and wonder and…wow, fearlessness.
    She took a deep breath, settling her nerves. Well, the couple of restless nerves that still had the energy to flutter inside her body. The rest were already snoring in bone-deep contentment. Maybe those were the ones she ought to trust instead of the nail-biting, doubting ones over there. Was it really possible for love to move this fast?
    “Hey,” he whispered, pulling her onto his chest.
    She laid an ear against his skin and listened to the sure, steady beat of his heart.
    “I don’t get this, either.” His voice was deep and rumbly from that close up. “But there’s something my mom used to say…”
    She tilted her chin up and found his eyes.
    He took his time, smoothing her hair back, tucking it behind her ears. “Sometimes, you just got to trust.”
    She gulped a little, then rested her head against him once more. She liked the sound of that. A lot.
    “You want to hear my dad’s version of that?” she asked a long second later, punching through the heavy feeling of possibility that had settled over both of them.
    “Sure. What?”
    She dropped her voice to match her father’s gravelly bass. “Never, ever trust anyone. Especially a man.”
    Trey laughed, and the movement bounced her around. “What about a wolf, sweetheart?”
    “Ha.” She rolled around to lie flush over his body, head to toe, making the mattress dip even more. “He never said anything about wolves.”
    “There you go.” Trey pointed right at her, like he’d known it all along. His eyes shone as he echoed his own words. “There we go.”
    We.
 A word to frame and clutch to her chest forever, if she hadn’t been clutching him.
    He rocked her a little, and she sighed. “So tell me something, wolf.”
    “Anything,” he answered without the slightest delay.
    “Tell me…” She searched for whatever it was she was dying to find out. But what did she need to know about the man that he hadn’t already shown her in word and deed? “Um…”
    He chuckled and started humming a game show theme. “Waiting, darlin’.”
    The drawl was a mimic, so she started with that. “Where are you