Something smelled good.

Really good.

Mmmmmmm! Maybe bacon. Yes, it was definitely bacon. Crispy bacon at that. Her mouth watered for a taste. Jolene cracked her eyes open. It was already morning. Quite bright. A glance at her watch told her it was almost nine. She’d slept in. Not only that. She’d slept really well.

Then she remembered having slept next to Storm and the reason why she’d slept in and like the dead. It was because it had taken her so damned long to fall asleep. Who knew that faking sleep could be such hard work.

It hadn’t helped that Storm had tossed and turned and tossed some more. That he’d groaned and grumbled. She was sure he’d said ‘red panties’ once and ‘fucking played’ another time. In fact, he’d been so restless, that he’d woken her a good couple of times after she’d finally fallen asleep.

Good! Wonderful! The asshole deserved everything he got. No, he deserved more.

“Morning,” Storm said in a deep baritone that had her toes curling. She immediately berated her toes. No part of her was allowed to react to him. “Breakfast is almost ready,” he added as she turned.

Dang!

Shoot!

Freaking hell!

Her eyes popped out of her skull, and she spent the next few seconds trying to find them on the bed, and then a few long seconds after that trying to put them back in her skull, along with her tongue. Which needed to go back into her mouth. At least, that's what it felt like because good lord!

It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen him naked. She had. Only, he was holding a spatula and there was something smeared on his chest.

“I made waffles with all the trimmings,” he announced, bobbing his brows.

His hair was still lightly mussed. His eyes were so stunning in the morning light, she wanted to smack them. They wouldn’t be as pretty if the surrounding skin was black and puffy. His stubble was thicker, highlighting his jaw. She wasn’t looking down. No way!

Not at his chest…Holy smokes.

Not at his abs…Oh lord god up above.

Definitely not at his…Lord have mercy on her soul.

Head back in the game, Jolene. This was a game. One she was damn well winning. There were only two rules in this game. One, make Storm’s life hell, and two, to not to let him touch her. No touching, no sucking, no licking and definitely no fucking. He was right in that her body had other ideas. Her body could go to hell and so could he. She planned on using her body and its false signals to drive him to distraction. To turn his life inside out, just like he had hers. He would be sorry he hadn’t listened to her when she told him to leave her alone. Sorry he ever decided to take part in the hunt for fun. Fun! Idiot!

Golden Boy had clearly never had a woman say no before. Never had any kind of pushback. Things were about to change for him. She almost felt sorry for the poor schmuck.

Jolene let the blanket fall around her waist. She sat up in bed and lifted her arms, stretching and arching her back. When she finished, she looked his way.

His eyes were dark, his jaw tight. His cock…Eyes up. Point one may have gone to him, but the next three points were all hers. “Waffles sound yum. Hope you have syrup, I like mine extra sticky.” She licked her lips.

He groaned.

Another point to her. She jumped out of bed, adding another ten points in one go. By the end of the day, he was going to let her go. There was no way he was going to want anything to do with her once she was done with him.

Her tits bounced as she jumped out of bed. They fucking bounced. Dragon shifters didn't have many weaknesses. Bouncing breasts on a lush female were one of them. The spatula nearly fell from his grip. The silk clung to her. It didn't help that he remembered the fiery red thong. By her scent, he was sure the lace would be soaked. Why were they messing around? Why weren't they just fucking like rabbits? He couldn't remember anymore. What would she do if he walked over to her and threw her back on the bed? If he pulled up her nighty, tore off the lace scrap and—

“You can stop looking at me like that because it isn’t going to happen. Not today and not tomorrow.” Jolene pulled her shoulders back, thrusting out the most delectable set of tits he had ever seen on a female. She liked it sticky, well, he could oblige. He could oblige in spades. He just needed to pick his jaw up off the floor long enough to try to talk her into it.

“And if I were you, I’d cover that thing up.” She pointed at his cock. “You might just hurt yourself otherwise.” She smiled, looking amused, rather than aroused. What the fuck?!

Smoke. He smelled smoke. There was smoke. Fuck! “My waffles!” he yelled. Storm opened the waffle-maker, pulling out the scorched food. He muttered a curse as he tossed them in the trash. “Good thing I already made a batch or two. Take a seat.” He gestured to the table.

Surprisingly, Jolene did as he said. There was a pot of coffee and a pitcher of juice. Not to mention a heap of crispy bacon, strawberries, cream and syrup. He placed the waffles he’d already made on the table, pushing them over to her.

She poured herself some coffee. “I’m impressed.” She added cream. “This looks good,” she said as she spooned in some sugar.

“You’re talking to me today. Does this mean we’re at least on speaking terms? A truce maybe?” he quickly added.

“Not on your life.” She stirred her coffee. “I’m hungry and you cooked.” She helped herself to a waffle. “You have a little something on your chest.” She pointed.

Storm looked down and spotted a smear of waffle batter.

“Yum.” Her eyes were bright. “I love waffles.” Her eyes dropped back down to his chest.

“You want to help me out with this? We could add a drizzle of syrup.” He bobbed his brows.

Her pupils dilated and her heart-rate picked up. She fucking loved the idea. It was a great pity she shook her head so hard. “No. Not my taste.”

Liar!

“I’ve never cooked for a female before.”

“Is that supposed to impress me?” She forked a couple of bacon strips onto the waffle before giving him a hard stare.

“I thought you might like to know. I’m making an effort here. I’ve also never slept in the same bed as a female…actually closed my eyes that is. You are my first. I’ve never even had a female in my chamber before, for that matter.” That should impress her.

“And that’s supposed to make me feel special?” She rolled her eyes.

“Yes!”

She snorted, cutting a corner piece of the waffle. “Well, I’m not! Not in the least! You would have jumped right in there last night if I had let you.”

“Damn straight, and you would have enjoyed the hell out of it.” He could hear the frustration etched in his voice.

“Whatever,” she muttered. “You’re only making any type of effort because I’m the first woman to turn you down. You should be ashamed you never made any effort with any of the others.”

“I made an effort.” He threw a waffle on his own plate. “Where it actually counted.” He grinned. “I always make sure I leave the female smiling and satisfied.”

“Says you.” She drizzled some syrup over everything.

“No.” He shook his head. “I know for a fact because a body doesn’t lie.”

She shrugged, not looking convinced. “I think you’re an asshole. I don’t think you thought any more of these women you slept with than you do of me. You most likely treated them like they were objects to get off on. You used them, just like you want to use me.”

“Used?” What the fuck! “It was mutually beneficial. I haven’t had any complaints.”

“I’ll bet good money that you didn’t stick around long enough to hear what they had to say about it. I doubt you asked.”

Shit! That wasn’t true. It wasn’t. Sure, he hardly stuck around. It was always at their place and he left once the deed was done. The female was usually fast asleep. Completely finished and utterly sated. “No, they were satisfied. I didn’t have to hear them say it to know it.” He threw a couple of strawberries on top of the bacon he’d already piled on and drizzled some syrup. Not that he was all that hungry anymore.

Using her fork, she put a considerable section of waffle into her mouth. It fit just fine. His balls hurt. His dick fucking throbbed. Jolene chewed a couple of times and swallowed, taking her time licking off three fingers. "Mmmmm," she purred. "Delicious."

This was going to be a very long, very hard couple of weeks if he couldn’t get her on the end of his dick.

What was he saying?

He would get between her thighs and she was going to fucking love it. Once she felt what he could do, she would beg him to take her again. Although he planned on having her a good couple of times, he would enjoy hearing her beg. He was going to love the hell out of it. In fact, he would refuse to touch her again unless she begged.