Free Blue Moon Dragon by Shelley Munro

was going to be difficult.
    Emma pulled the shirt over her head and stepped into her denim shorts. She picked up her shoes, dropped them inside the canvas bag the spa had allowed her to keep and stalked toward their room. Jack fell into step behind her.
    The walk back took forever. Emma was very conscious of Jack’s presence. She could feel his glare between her shoulder blades but that didn’t stop her adding an extra sway to her hips. Her nipples were already pulled tight from the chill of the night air, but now they tingled. She sucked in a hasty breath and hustled. The path changed from pavement to gravel, and she winced at the sharp stones beneath the soles of her feet.
    “What’s wrong?” The tone was sharp enough to warn her he was on the edge of an explosion. Time to cease the teasing—for today at any rate.
    “Bare feet,” she muttered.
    Without warning, he swept her up and dangled her over his shoulder. Her butt poked into the air and blood rushed to her head. Her canvas bag hit his arse with each step.
    “What are you doing?” she shrieked, kicking ineffectually with her feet. “My brains will fall out.”
    “Close your mouth and you won’t lose them,” he snapped, tightening his grip on her flailing limbs. He strode along the graveled path without difficulty or a hint of labored breathing.
    Emma took a deep breath ready to harangue him when she glanced toward the ground. Her gaze lit on his butt. It was tightly encased in black trousers. A spectacular view. She wanted to bite. Really badly. She licked her lips and suddenly being so close to Jack wasn’t an undignified punishment. It was a gift. Her heart pounded as he stalked through the automatic doors at the entrance to their accommodation block. Between her legs moistened with her carnal thoughts, truly wicked ones that circled her mind like a bird of prey hunting for an evening meal.
    “Quit that,” Jack barked as he paused to pluck the keycard from his pocket. He shouldered open the door and negotiated the entrance without hurting her. Then, he let her slide back over his shoulder until her feet hit the ground. The brush of her unbound breasts against his shoulder and hard chest made her gasp. The intimate touch of his hand on her arse as he helped her stand made her gulp.
    “Quit what,” she whispered.
    “Those little sighs.” He retreated as if she’d scalded him. His dark gaze held wariness as they moved over her face then flickered down her length.
    She barely suppressed her shiver of desire.
    Jack could smell her arousal, and it woke his dragon, the part he was desperately trying to keep in lockdown. The beast roared his need for sex. Hot, sweaty, uninhibited sex. Then, she ambled toward him, her hips swaying with a pert wiggle that made his throat tighten along with every appendage on his body. When he felt the wall at his back, he realized he’d been in a steady retreat. Now, the only way to avoid Emma was to move her out of the way, which would involve physical contact.
    She touched him first, and he couldn’t restrain his flinch. Her finger pads were hot, the heat searing through his thin shirt and into his skin beneath.
    “You enjoy my sighs.” Her voice was low. Breathy. And she made him think of sex even more. His cock was painfully tight, nudging against the placket of his trousers.
    “No.” Damn, the one night had been bad enough. Another… His conscience groaned and spoke sternly. Don’t. Do. It.
    “You’re trembling.”
    Him? He didn’t…shit! He was shaking like a tree in a storm. “Shouldn’t you get ready for the pirate dinner?” Feeble, Jack. Real feeble. Exert yourself, man. Act like her boss instead of a victim . She moistened her lips until they gleamed in the moonlight, sidetracking him.
    “I don’t feel like going to the dinner. I’m tired.” He caught her glance at the bed with a sense of alarm. With that come-hither expression, no way did she have intentions of resting or sleep.

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