Bossy Dragon by Jada Cox

I traveled the world, competing in the world of muscle men.
But she was always there, like a slow burn in the back of my mind.
Sparking when I didn’t think there was anything in me to spark.
Always present, yet never there.
I like redheads like her, they remind me of fire.
As a dragon shifter, I have a thing for fire.
I deal with heat, however I can.
In taste, in temperature, in intensity. Between the sheets.
I want my heat to melt her.
To melt the resistance in her heart.
To melt whatever it is that is holding her back.
Because she belongs to me.
And me alone.