The Dragon Warrior (Lochguard Highland Dragons 4)
So? When Faye needed to sleep, we could work.
Not wanting to argue further, Grant took Faye’s chin between his fingers and merely listened to her heavy breathing and thumping heart. He imagined her naked as she rode him, her breasts bouncing as she dug her nails in his chest. He must’ve been a bloody blind idiot to ever say she wasn’t feminine enough.
True, she wasn’t the high heels and short skirt type of female, but Grant much preferred Faye’s strength. No other female’s body would call to him as much as hers.
And not just because of the frenzy. She was perfectly curved in all the right places. It was taking everything he had not to cup her arse and pull her close.
Faye’s husky whisper interrupted his thoughts. “You should get some sleep before we head to where the event is being held.”
Her words were like someone had tossed cold water over his head, reminding him of why he was in Inverness in the first place. “I could survive another day without rest if I had to.”
She raised a brown eyebrow. “This coming from the male who always bangs on about how sleep is the most important requirement for quick reflexes and a quick mind?”
He sighed. “So even though I’m in charge, you’re going to scold me?”
“Of course. Remember, when it’s just you and me, there is no superior. Besides, if we aren’t successful with the opening night, then we won’t have a chance to complete all aspects of our mission.” Her voice softened. “I know how important it is to you that we succeed. Just stop arguing and get some rest, Grant. I can handle watching Cat. I’m not going to repeat my mistake from the restaurant.”
With any other Protector, Grant might’ve lectured them about duty to reinforce their determination. But he knew Faye wouldn’t make the same mistake again. Ever since she’d been shot out of the sky and injured her wing, Faye was in constant competition with herself. He only hoped one day she would allow herself to win and accept her actions as good enough.
His dragon spoke up. You worry too much. Faye is stronger now. Strong enough to resist the frenzy if we kiss her.
Not this again.
Although Grant secretly admitted that he’d sleep more soundly if Faye were at his side.
His dragon sat in smug silence. Grant ignored him to answer Faye. “I’ll sleep for a few hours provided you don’t take Cat off the premises. I’ll also need you to check in with Iris and fill her in on everything.”
“I can do that.” She gave him a playful shove. “Now, go get some sleep. I can’t keep watch over Cat and scout the surrounding areas for threats. I need my wingman.”
“Your wingman? I rather thought it would be the other way around.”
“Who’s keeping track of nuance? We’re a team, so accept it.”
Being considered a team was a start, although Grant hoped he would one day be more than that.
He nearly blinked. He was spending far too much time thinking about wanting Faye or what she looked like naked. He definitely needed some sleep. Maybe then he could focus on what was important—rooting out the dragon-shifter traitors.
Releasing his hold on her, he stepped back. “Wake me in three hours. I have a few things to discuss.”
“Care to give me a hint?”
“Something Holbrook said. Why I care, I don’t know. But I have little respect for artifact thieves.”
“That sounds promising. I could do with a good old fashioned hunt and takedown.”
“Faye.”
“Okay, so no solo takedown. Maybe Iris would help me.” He growled, and Faye grinned. “It was worth a shot.”
“Just try to focus on our current mission before thinking of another one.”
“I’ll try my best.” She motioned with her hands. “Now go. If I could carry you up the stairs, I would toss you over my shoulder and do so. But I can’t.”
Grant should dismiss Faye’s comment and get some much-needed rest. However, he decided not to fight the urge to tease her.
The corner of his mouth ticked up. “I’d like to see you attempt it. Maybe your hand would even slip to my arse.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, because grabbing your behind is the most important thing on my plate right now.”