“Showme,”Iurged him.
Hecarried me to the bedroom as ifIwere as light as a textbook.InHugo’sarms,Ifelt safe.Secure.Noman had ever lifted me like that.Oncehe stepped inside,Ibarely took note of the simple dark furniture as what captured my attention was the enormous size of the bed, much larger than a king-size, covered with a thick gray bedspread.
Whenhe placed me on the bed, it was with such gentleness, it almost seemed incongruent for someone of his size.Agentle giant.Heglanced down at me with such adoration in his eyes thatIbit my lower lip.Noone had ever looked at me like that, with such reverence and—desire.
Hepushed my shirt up as he moved down my body and kissed my bare skin.
Isquirmed. “Thattickles.”
“Iwant to find all your ticklish spots,” he murmured against my skin, his lips with a near vibrating sound along my skin.
Withslow deliberation, he explored my body with his hands and mouth, driving me wild with need.I’dnever been so turned on before.Imoaned in pleasure, and asIreached out to touch him, accidentally brushed his horns.
Hefroze.
“Sorry, is that off-limits?”Iasked in a sheepish tone.
Hedidn’t answer for a few heart-pounding seconds. “No.Itwas just unexpected.”
Igrimaced. “Iwon’t do it again.”
“Itfelt good.Reallygood.”Hetipped his head, nudging his horns toward my hand. “Touchthem again,” he urged.
Whatan incredibly odd request, oneInever thoughtI’dhear.Hislong, curved horns fascinated me.Witheach hand,Iran my fingertips down along his horns, gently at first.Alow vibrating sound emerged from deep in his chest.WhenIwrapped my hands around them and stroked downward, a deeper, feral growl followed. “Sooogood,” he crooned.
Thisnew experience was as sensual for me just by his response.Tomake him respond to my touch that way felt incredible.Powerful.
Hugotugged my shirt upward, andIsat up partway to help remove it.Withit gone,Isuddenly felt exposed.Toovulnerable.Hewas as hard as granite, whereasIhad plenty of soft parts.WhenIcrossed my arms to cover myself, he took my hands gently in his and moved them away.
“Don’thide from me,LittleSparrow.”Hisvoice remained low and husky, so damn sexy.
“But—”
“You’rebeautiful.”Withhis heated gaze fixed on me,Ialmost believed it. “Letme see you,” he insisted, his tone pleading.
Theurge to cover myself lingered, butIlet my arms relax at my sides and exhaled.
Hetraced my skin along the top seam of my bra and then pinned his steel-gray gaze on me with undisguised hunger.Theway he looked at me likeIwas the sexiest woman in the world almost convinced me thatIwas.
CouldIbe?
Perhapsin his eyes.MaybeIcould see the visionHugosaw rather than the oneChadhad painted of a plain, mousy librarian.No,Ididn’t want to think of my ex and ruin this experience.Whythink of aChadwhenIhad aHugo?
Afterhe unhooked my bra,Ishook it off my arms, tossing my hair as ifIwere a vixen.
Hegulped. “Sobeautiful,” he murmured in a guttural voice.
Ashe kissed me again, moving his lips down along my throat and then down to my breast, he brushed his horns against my upper body.Heattingled on my skin.Whoa, he wasn’t kidding about how good that felt.Howincredibly erotic.
Hiswarm breath on my breasts left me tingling, trembling with need.
Iarched my body up, desperate to get closer to him. “Don’ttease me,”Ibegged.
Helet out a sound of satisfaction and then swirled a tongue over my nipple.Histongue was large and warm and stoked a thousand fires beneath my skin.
“Oh!”Idropped my head back, my body burning with liquid heat.
Thenhe moved to my other breast, caressing it with his massive hand.Ashe moved down my body, kissing my belly, the areaIwas most self-conscious about,Itried to let go of my inhibitions.Theway he distracted me with his mouth and hands made it difficult to even think about anything but how good this felt.Yearningspread like a brushfire beneath his touch.
