Better Than Chocolate (9 page)

For a moment, awkward silence descended around them.

"You really—"

"I think—"

Silvana chuckled. Rafael sat at the edge of the bed and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. The gesture was so tender, it caused her heart to do a quirky little hop inside her chest.

"You first,” he said.

"You really think I'm stunning? In my dragon form, I mean?"

His features turned serious, and he fixed her with one of those intense stares that chased shivers up her spine. “I think you're gorgeous in your human form."

She let out a huff, telling herself she wasn't disappointed. She hadn't really thought he'd be okay with her natural appearance. It was a miracle he liked the plump curves of her human disguise.

"And...” His knuckles grazed her chin. He tilted her head up, forcing her to look into his eyes. “I think you're the most exquisite dragon I've ever seen."

A smile tilted the corners of her mouth. She dropped her chin on top of her folded arms atop her knees and looked up at him. “And how many dragons have you seen?"

"Admittedly, only one. But I'm betting none of the others are nearly as beautiful as you."

She lifted her head. Her body followed, and she sank into his outstretched arms. “You mean it?"

"Every word."

She kissed him, long and deep, before asking, “You're not going to run away in terror?"

"Remember when I said I never wanted to let you go?"

She nodded. God, was that only this morning? It felt like a lifetime had passed between spotting him on the train and this moment.

"I meant that, too."

This time when she leaned into his kiss, she shed all the self-doubt and insecurity surrounding her appearance, letting it all slide away like raindrops on a windowpane.

And when his tongue came into contact with hers, she felt herself fall. Into a swirling chaos of emotion. Into overwhelming happiness.

In love.

Before the achingly familiar need for Rafael overwhelmed her completely, Silvana thought that maybe, just maybe, a certain purple-haired Fairy Godmother knew what she was doing all along.

That night, Silvana dreamt of Rafael again. There were no humiliating scenarios this time, and no other men making unwanted appearances. Just sweet, luxurious lovemaking with the man of her dreams for hours on end.

She awoke rested, ready to bring the fantasy into full physical existence.

Luckily, Rafael had similar ideas. He, too, could now remember his dreams, and he couldn't wait to see if reality was just as sweet as lust-drenched dreams.

It didn't take either of them long to learn it was much, much sweeter.

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Award-winning author Lacey Savage loves to write about her dreams—or more specifically, she loves to breathe life into her steamy fantasies (and she's got plenty!). She pens erotic tales of true love and mythical destiny, peopled with strong alpha heroes and feisty heroines. A hopeless romantic, Lacey loves writing about the intimate, sensual side of relationships. She currently resides in Ottawa, Canada, with her loving husband and their mischievous cat. You can learn more about Lacey by visiting her website at www.laceysavage.com, and can reach her at [email protected]