Pia Does Hollywood (Elder Races, #8.6)

“We will,” she told him. Liam threw his thin, lanky body onto the empty couch and turned the movie back on as they walked out of the room.

Then, as Pia followed Dragos to the front of the shadowed house, she said to him, “Unless, of course, we don’t. Because I swear to you, Dragos, I’m beginning to feel like we’re travel cursed. Something always happens when we go away.”

“Like I told you once, we’re lightning rods. We don’t have to go away for things to happen,” he said sardonically. At the front hall closet, he pulled out Pia’s coat. “Things happen when we stay right here at home too.”

She would not look at the thin white scar on his forehead. She had obsessed over that wound more than enough already. A few months ago, when Dragos had been seriously injured, that wound had ruled her life and haunted her nights.

Now, he still suffered partial memory loss, but he had remembered everything that mattered to her, everything that was vital to their lives and happiness. More importantly, he had healed until he was as strong and healthy as he had ever been.

And they were going to have a new, mysterious, fiery little peanut.

So she patted him on the cheek as she told him, “I’m too stinking happy to care. The universe can bring it. We’ll deal with whatever may happen next. We always do.”

He bent his head to kiss her. “Damn straight, and we always will.”

The kiss quickly turned scorching as he slanted his mouth over hers and deepened it, cupping the back of her head and plunging between her lips with his tongue. She stroked his hair, savoring the feeling of the silken strands flowing through her fingers and the sensation of his warm, firm lips caressing hers.

He had been drinking coffee while watching the movie, and the dark, smoky flavor lingered pleasantly on his tongue. Murmuring in pleasure, she kissed him back hungrily.

The mating frenzy between them had flared when they began to try to get pregnant. Now, only a few short weeks later, it had eased back somewhat but it hadn’t gone to sleep entirely.

Pia was beginning to think it never would. She could never get enough of him, never, and now, if they weren’t able to steal away for a few private hours, it was likely they wouldn’t be able to be together for a whole damn week, which was another reason to hold a grudge against that unnamed idiot in Washington.

Dragos lifted his head, and in the shadows of the front hall, his gold eyes flared incandescent. He looked hungry, and angry. It was all the warning she got.

Grabbing her by the waist, he lifted her into his arms. Laughing and trying to muffle the sound, she managed to hook an arm around his neck as he strode the short distance to his office.

“What are you doing?!” she whispered, breathless from trying to hold back her giggles.

“I’m taking my wife.” Slamming the door with one booted foot, he carried her to the massive desk and swept everything out of the way as he set her on the polished surface.

Her body knew what was coming next. Her pulse rate ratcheted up, until she felt she had a fever, and a hungry ache throbbed in the private place between her legs. “I thought we didn’t have time for this.”

“Screw it,” he growled. “We’ll make time.”





Chapter Two





Dragos knew he was throwing off heat as if he were on fire. He felt like he was burning up. He loved the fact that she never minded his heat. When they were in bed, she cuddled close, even in the warmest weather.

She spread slender hands across his chest. Her plump, inviting lips were unsteady as she whispered, “What about the roads?”

“They won’t freeze in the next ten minutes.” Undoing the fastening of her jeans, he hauled them and her panties off, taking her slip-on shoes with them. Then he yanked her legs apart.

She burst out laughing again. “Eva’s outside in the car!”

“She knows her job,” he muttered. “She’ll wait.”

Dragos knew when he got like this, there was no reasoning with him.

But fortunately, when he got like this, there was no reasoning with her either.

She didn’t waste any more precious time arguing, not when he could tell she wanted this as much as he did. Arousal perfumed her scent. He took in deep breaths, gripping her shoulders as she worked to get his jeans open too.

When she did, and his stiff, aching erection spilled into her waiting hands, they both sucked in a breath.

It was a terrible thing to grow to need someone the way that he had grown to need her. For so many millennia, he had been content to be a solitary creature. The dragon in him was baffled by the unrelenting drive he felt to be with her, and stupefied at the experience of being in love.