Bridget inhaled in surprise. “Basset Greatdrakes, are you a secret freak?”
“Ain’t no secret about it, sweetheart,” he said, grinning. He bent down until his mouth was just brushing her ear. “I could make you come harder than you’ve ever done in your life without laying a single finger on you.”
Bridget made the sweetest little moan he had ever heard, but he knew tonight was not the night to push her. He let his hand drop from her face and moved back towards the stairs.
“Yeah, I’m totally not going to be thinking about that all night,” Bridget said sarcastically with a loud exhale. “Not at all.”
Bas laughed. “Oh, I definitely want you to think about it. Ninety percent, remember? Good night, Bridget.”
“Night,” she said, a dazed expression on her face.
Bas’s dragon preened inside of him. He could still taste her on his lips, and the hunt to make her his had finally begun.
16
Bridget woke the following day grumpy, agitated, and, most of all… sexually unfulfilled. Bloody Bas, with his oh-so-sexy threats, had been all she could think about all night long, and she had to eventually take matters into her own hands just to get to sleep.
What a jerk.Her brain also had to reframe everything she had learned about him so far. There was no doubt that he was a genuinely good guy with excellent cooking skills. But now she knew most of that was a mask, and something dark and sexy was also hiding under that polished surface.
Jesus. She really had to stop thinking about how his lips had felt on hers and how she had rubbed against him like a cat in heat. She was never that forward. She didn’t have the confidence.
Bridget didn’t have issues getting sex when she wanted it, but it took a lot for her to want it. That wasn’t going to be an issue when it came to Bas. She had almost been crawling up onto him from one kiss.Of course, he had to be good at kissing.
Bas had gotten her all flustered and had just walked away.I definitely want you to think about it. Fuck him. It wasallshewas going to think about now. That was a part of his plan. What a dick. A sexy, sexy dick.
Don’t think about his dick.It was hard not to. She had felt it pressing up against her, and now, it was forever imprinted on her mind and lady parts.
Bridget found her way to the kitchen and helped herself to coffee and toast. She wasn’t usually an early riser, but there was no point staying in bed, bored and horny. She carried her coffee and the file of articles on the attacks up to the library.
In the quiet hush, Bridget allowed herself to stare and stare in a way she hadn’t the previous day. She put her things down on a wooden study desk and turned on the lamp beside it. She opened the desk drawers and found pens and an empty notepad. Something inside of her settled. She might have no idea how to do dating or flirting, but research? Research she could do.
First, Bridget made a list of the victims’ names, addresses, and the date they were attacked. They had all occurred in the past year. It lined up with what Bas had said about the fae kings fixing magic, and the theory that it was an ancient creature seemed more plausible.
Bridget wandered through the library until she found a wall of wooden drawers filled with a card catalogue. She wrote down a list of books on Celtic mythology and monsters. She was gathering a stack of books in her arms when she felt something tingle behind her eyes.
“Bas?” she whispered.
Where are you hiding, Bridget?he answered. It should unnerve her that he could use telepathy, but she knew he wouldn’t rummage in her mind without her permission. She knew she could lift that mental brick wall up when she needed it.
I’m in the library, researching,she replied.
Warm amusement from him.Did you not sleep well?
No. Some asshole gave me too much to think about before bed.
His amusement turned to feral delight. Bridget’s grip on the ancient books tightened.
I’m going to have a shower, and I’ll make my way to you soon. Someone gave me a lot to think about too that I have to deal with.
Bridget’s mouth went dry, and the tingling behind her eyes disappeared.
“Mother of god,” she whispered. She was in no way prepared for images of a sleepy Bas in the shower at this time of morning, doing who knows what to himself. Heat flushed over her face as her mind provided her with unhelpful images.
He would look even hotter naked. From what she had seen the night at the bar, his chest was the good kind of hairy, and from what she had felt through his clothes, he was well-built. Strong enough that he could have picked her up and pressed her against the wall the previous night.
Bridget put the books down on the desk and tried to take some breaths to clear her head. She was going to have to work with him every day until the dream creature was dead. Lusting after him wouldn’t help anyone.
“Good morning, Bridget,” Cosimo said from behind her.
