“Do you want me to try and touch a dragon tomorrow?” She joined him in bed after draping her robe over a chair. Rohan gathered her close beneath the light sheet, stroking her damp hair. “It might be interesting. They’re all thinking about nothing other than mating, and who knows what you might sense—and want to act on?” “Don’t you just wish!” she retorted, biting his shoulder. “Stop that. Or at least do it as if you mean it.” She raised her head and looked into bright blue eyes that danced with humor and desire. “If this is middle age, then it’s a wonder we both survived our youth!”
