From Carnelian Dragons: Peridot...
Peridot fought his reaction to wrap Karmel in his arms and never let her go.
Accidents were dangerous. He knew that better than anyone.
But she seemed to dare fate to hurt her. Karmel hummed along with the holiday music as she wove between shoppers, her lush hips swinging as she strolled. “No? Nowhere?”
Peridot shortened his distance, keeping the delectable, sugar-and-cinnamon-scented female close enough to rescue from another tumble, yet far enough away to keep his unwelcome desires in check.
“Maybe your blood sugar is low.” She hopped on the down escalator. “We’ll get coffee first.”
He stepped onto the escalator behind her and listened to her cheery chatter. Fake icicles floated in the mall’s center.
The tag on her threadbare dress curled up above the collar of her wool coat, tickling the back of her neck.
It took all his will not to reach over and tuck it in.
Because if he did, he might not be able to stop himself from caressing her slender neck. And then tasting her delicate skin.
