Taming London (Warwick Dragons #1) - Milly Taiden Page 0,11

There were too many things in life to get bogged down by silly things like mates. That had been fine for his parents, but it wasn’t the life London wanted for himself. He liked his freedom. He liked being able to savor his multiple love affairs. If he could get bored of a different partner every night, what would it be like to fuck the same woman every night?

Even if the woman who stood in front of him was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, he had made his decision a long time ago.

No mating.

The lovely stranger was wrapped in a tight pencil skirt and pink blouse. London inhaled deeply. He would have put his hand in fire that she was wearing garters. He could all but imagine the tiny straps holding stockings on the brunette’s smooth legs. The garter belt would be sitting at her curvy waist, waiting for his fingers to flick it off. Oh, he was sure she was wearing a present just for him. If he focused, which he did, he could see the outline of the undergarments under her tight skirt.

He had to smile to himself. It would do him no good to get an erection just then. All that he had to protect the sight of his hardening manhood was a towel swung low on his hips.

“Can I help you?” He had hoped to sound interested, but the bored, cocky tone he was used to using was back.

Her eyes, wide and doe-like, were not quite hazel and not quite green. They were something in the middle. Something entirely new. Something completely her. Her wide mouth and full lips were pulled into a smile that lit up her entire face.

London didn’t want to admit it to himself, but she was by far the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.

“You must be London Warwick.” She held out her hand for him to shake.

His brain was lagging, and he forgot what he was meant to do.

Shake her hand, you idiot, his dragon huffed, a puff of annoyed smoke curling out of its nostrils in his mind’s eyes.

Right.

Shake her hand.

There could be absolutely no danger in touching her. Could there?

“Miss Russo.” His voice was gruff.

It made Bethany flinch, and London wanted to kick himself for being such a brute. Wasn’t he the seducer of women? Wasn’t he the suave, sleek Warwick who could tempt any woman into his bed?

He was.

Yet there he was, nervous for the first time in his life. He didn’t like it, not in the least. He especially didn’t like that he was making a bad impression on his mate. Shouldn’t things be simple with his mate? Couldn’t she feel the electric current passing between them? It was making the flames of his soul reach out to her. It was impossible to quiet down his dragon.

She came into the apartment, and they discussed a few things. They argued, which made him hard. It was a good thing he was sitting down, or the delicious Miss Russo would have noticed.

Their verbal sparring was fun, but he knew his dumb mouth would get him into trouble. He tried to quiet himself, but London was vaguely aware that his mouth was still moving. That he was still going on like it was the most natural thing in the world to explain to his mate just how much he could tell about her desire for him by the way she was smelling. His tongue had a mind of its own, and it was no longer attached to his brain. “I knew you wanted to climb onto my dick the second I opened the door.” He winked at her.

Well, fuck.

He regretted the words the moment he had spoken them out loud. He had pushed too hard and been too crass. He should have known. And to top it all off, Bethany knew his mother. With his luck, Johanna Warwick was going to waltz back into his home to give him a piece of her mind.

London had really messed up.

Bethany Russo, the curvy, delicious woman, gave him a proper take down. He listened to every single word that left her beautiful mouth, and when she stood to leave, he watched her go. He knew he should stop her. He knew he should try to rectify the situation. He had been rude, and he had been exactly who he was no longer supposed to be.

Wait, no. That wasn’t right.

He shook his head, completely confused. He was the