Lust of a Dragon
"What about them?"
"I don't like how they're looking at you," Evie murmured, her cheeks flaming as the barkeep poured us some rum.
Was she being possessive? How adorable. "Sweetheart, I guarantee they are more interested in my pockets than me."
She frowned around her glass, taking a big gulp before putting the glass down.
I reached under Evie's chin with my pointer finger, directing her gaze back on me. "Then stake your claim, princess."
Her pupils dilated, and she leaned forward, sliding a hand underneath the opening of my shirt. The warmth of her hand ignited goosebumps all over me, fire beading inside of me. My eyes were trained on her as she kissed me, sliding her tongue across my bottom