Emberwood [m] I am just a fool, 'cause I could be in love if I really tried

Her scent overpowered him again, dimming his senses of propriety and self-control. Nostrils flaring, Cambria drank in another draught of it and prowled closer. He took another step toward her, bolder now, but still wore a cautious look on his face. He didn’t dare move too quickly, lest he spook her away before they could indulge their basest instincts.

She spoke, her feminine voice so different than Etienne’s familiar brogue. Yet it stoked a fire within the Dragonling. He didn’t even try to stifle the groan that eked out of him in reply. He wanted her. The things he wanted to do to her… Ah, he could only think, cheeks warming right along with his loins.

I want to, he began in a voice gone gravelly, only to pause as he literally struggled to find the words. I want you, he finished on an earnest note, taking yet another step closer.