UNEDITED EXCERPT OF WATERLOCKED...for Pack eyes only ;-)
Phoebe woke up to the scent of freshly brewed coffee. She moaned aloud wondering how quickly she could get a cup to her lips before she had to face the day. It had taken her ages to fall asleep against the warm, and very hard, body that had clung tightly to her. All of her attempts to remove herself from his grasp were pretty much shot down as he simply tightened his vise-like grip around her soft middle. Oh, who was she kidding? She quite enjoyed being wrapped up in the gorgeous dark-haired, silver-eyed Dragon’s embrace for the night. Wouldn’t mind a bit more actually. Not that he tried anything. He was a perfect gentleman. Kept his hands firmly on her abdomen. Not a single digit strayed out of bounds. The jerk.
Startled by the direction of her thoughts, she sprung up in bed. With a flick of her wrist she magicked the bed into making itself and hopped off to the bathroom. Shower. Shave legs. Brush teeth. Get dressed. A girl, even a Witch, had standards after all. When she was finished with all the necessities, she threw on a long white skirt made of a light gauzy material with a simple scoop-neck tank top and headed out to meet the man himself. Phoebe stopped in her tracks when she saw a shirtless Nathan standing at the kitchen counter with just a hint of sunlight outlining his body. He was positively ripped! With enormous tanned muscles covering every solid inch of him. So much sun kissed skin. Like cinnamon sugar. Yummy. She licked her lips, wondering if he’d taste as sweet. Oh no. Do not go there, I have a job to do and it
doesn’t involve getting frisky with the hottie over there! “Morning,” he spoke first, breaking the silence. Phoebe turned away quickly, embarrassed to be caught staring at him. “May I?” She gestured to the coffee. “Of course,” he replied, a smile on his perfectly chiseled features. How could one man be so damn good-looking? Ugh. Stop it, she scolded herself. Phoebe straightened her shoulders and walked up to the counter. She jumped when he reached over her, filling her nostrils with his fresh sea air scent, to place a clean mug in front of her. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you,” his mouth was impossibly close to hers for a nanosecond before he straightened.
“No,” she cleared her throat, “I mean to say, that’s alright. Um, excuse me,” she avoided his gaze as he poured the rich, hot brew into her mug. He offered her both cream and sugar, that same smile teasing the edge of his rugged mouth. He was seriously handsome. Almost beautiful. Phoebe couldn’t help but admire his uniquely masculine beauty. Though, she should probably admit she also found him endearing. Helping herself to both his offerings, she repressed a shudder as their fingers touched casually over the sugar bowl. “Breakfast?” “Sure. Did you want me to-” “No, no,” he answered. “You have been cooking for days.” “Yes, but you haven’t been eating it.”
“A punishment for me I assure you. I have been a lousy host, Phoebe. Allow me to make it up to you. It’s only right I take care of breakfast.” “Alright then,” Phoebe watched as he deftly moved about gathering a few pots and a cutting board. He opened the huge refrigerator and began taking out ingredients. “Can I help at all?” “No, please relax. I was thinking of whipping up a vegetable frittata. You just enjoy your coffee,” he busied himself washing and chopping vegetables then set them in a pan to sauté, while he beat a dozen and a half eggs in a large stainless-steel bowl. Phoebe was pleasantly shocked at the way he executed himself. He had all the confidence of a man who’d been living alone a long time, but none of the savageness she expected from someone cut off from civilization for so long. He obviously still enjoyed some kind of relationship with the world. “What is it?” he asked while adding spices to the egg mixture. “Nothing. You just surprise me is all.” “Ah, you expect me to be some sort of wild animal, then?” She started to shake her head but stopped when he nodded and smiled instead. “No, I get it. I do. A solitary SeaDragon living on an unchartered island for a thousand years, I can hazard a guess at what your expectations of me were. You should know, stuck isn’t exactly a word I associate with myself. I am a Dragon, you know, I have magic, and more recently, I have the internet,” he winked at the last word and she felt herself blushing in response.