How to Drive a Dragon Crazy (Dragon Kin #6)(60)

“Well . . . we got that out of our system.”

“Aye. That we did.”

“And now we can move forward.”

“Right.”

“Great.” Without looking at him, she reached over and patted his shoulder. “Glad we took care of that.”

From the corner of her eye, she could see him nod, but he still didn’t say anything. She was grateful. The last thing she needed at the moment was talk. Real talk anyway. She didn’t want to analyze what had just happened between them. She didn’t want to look for anything deeper and she definitely didn’t want to start talking regrets. Instead, she wanted the glow from that orgasm to last as long as it could and that meant no deep conversation with Éibhear and his deep thoughts.

Deciding escape was her best plan at the moment—as a general, she always knew when to retreat—Izzy slid off the table. “I’m off then. Dinner was great.”

She crouched down—she was not about to bend over—and picked up the rest of her clothes and walked toward those damn stairs again. The stairs she couldn’t quite manage to actually get up. Even now!

“You know . . .”

Izzy stopped at the sound of Éibhear’s voice, her eyes closing in frustration, her hand gripping the banister. Her escape . . . so close! “Aye?” And she tried hard to keep the dread out of her voice.

“Look, I’m thinking—”

Oh, no. Please don’t think.

“—since we’re not going back tonight—”

Gods, please. I don’t want to spend all night talking about this one gods-damn f**k.

“—maybe we should really be sure—”

I always get trapped with the emotional ones. And this time it’s all my fault!

“—we’ve really gotten it out of our system.”

See? I knew he would do . . . wait. What?

Izzy faced him. “What?”

Don’t look down. Don’t look down.

Éibhear knew if he started staring at her pu**y, his eyes would stay locked and then his mouth would be right there. So it was best to stare at her face. Although the look of astonishment she had at the moment made it hard not to laugh.

“What do you mean,” she pushed, “see if we’ve gotten it out of our system?”

He shrugged, trying to look as casual as possible. The worst thing he could do with Iseabail was show her how desperate he felt at the moment. And gods, he was desperate. Desperate to be back inside her. The need was crawling up his spine and beginning to eat at his brain.

His poor beleaguered brain that was working hard at the moment to focus on her face.

“Well, once is usually a good idea. Yet sometimes one starts wondering if perhaps there should have been more and then it becomes this obsession again, but by then it’s just too awkward.”

“And you want to—”

“Since we have all night . . .” Éibhear shrugged and slid off the table. He kicked off his boots and leggings—thankfully before he’d tripped over them and made a complete fool of himself—and walked over to Izzy. “It makes sense, don’t you think? A few more times. Just to be sure, of course.”

She eyed him and he didn’t know what to make of that look. So he kept his mouth shut. He was glad of it, too, when she asked, “Will we have to talk?”

“Not if you don’t want to.”

“And it’s just to get this out of our system, yeah? Nothing else?”

“Nothing else.”

All right, that last bit might have been a huge lie, but he could see that Izzy could go either way at the moment. She could wrap her legs around his head or make a run for it.

“Couldn’t hurt,” he suggested, keeping his voice as casual as he could manage even while his c**k pointed at the bloody ceiling.

When she gazed off, her mouth one tight line—she was clearly debating with herself—Éibhear decided to help her out. He slipped one arm around her waist and with his free hand took the clothes from her, tossing them onto his travel bag.

“It’s not like we have anything better to do tonight.”

Her smile was small but there. Even better, when he pulled off her shirt, her ni**les were hard and she’d begun to pant.

Izzy swallowed and asked, “Just to get this out of our system. We won’t have to discuss this tomorrow or anything, will we?”

For Éibhear, there was nothing to discuss.

“No. We won’t have to discuss it tomorrow.”

“Yeah, well . . . all right . . . uh . . .” Éibhear leaned down and sucked Izzy’s nipple into his mouth. “Gods,” he heard her sigh out as her fingers slid into his hair again and held on.

Fearghus looked up from his book and watched his mate pace back and forth in front of him. He’d brought them to his cave tonight because he could tell she’d needed some time away from life at Garbhán Isle. Dark Plains was their refuge and, if he was to be honest, the refuge for those at Garbhán Isle when their human queen became . . . tense.

And Annwyl had been getting tenser and tenser every day for quite a few months now. Not that he blamed her. He knew what had her worried and he was equally as worried, but he was also realistic.

There were just some things they could do nothing about.