She lifted her head and pecked him on the lips. “There you go.”
“That’s not a kiss,” Bas said and rolled her onto her back. When she didn’t object, he brushed his mouth teasingly along hers. He kept it light, tasting her gently. He didn’t want to make her feel pressured into getting physical if she wasn’t ready forit. Just having her so close to him made his heart pound in his chest.
The tip of her tongue flicked out, and his breath caught as a tingle ran straight to his dick.
When they both moaned, he deepened the kiss, his body angling over hers, pinning her. His dragon growled, and Bas realized the sound had come out of his throat.
“That a good sound?” Bridget asked, her hand resting on his cheek. “Your eyes are glowing.”
“Very good sound, and it’s my dragon. He likes how you taste,” he replied, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers.
Bridget’s other hand slipped under the hem of his shirt and stroked the skin on his lower back. “Why does that sound extra dirty when you say it?”
“Because it wants it to be extra dirty,” Bas replied. He brushed his thumb over her full bottom lip. “It wants to thank you for the excellent blow job this morning.”
Bridget grinned. “Is that so? How does it want to do that?”
“By returning the favor. I promised I wouldn’t push you into anything, and I won’t,” Bas reassured her. “But if you let me, I’ll make you come so hard, you’ll see colors.”
“Big boast from a man who has never been near my pussy.”
“I got close enough this morning to have a thorough plan mapped out in my head on exactly how I’m going to make you break. You’re not the only neurodivergent in the room with an attention to detail, sweetheart,” he told her.
Bridget’s grin turned devilish, and she thrust gently against the hard bulge in his pants. “As long as I get a chance to get on this tonight.”
Bas rolled the rest of the way on top of her. “You can get on it any time you like, but I’m going to make you ready to take me first. Just so you know, I’m clean, and I can’t get you pregnant because I have a sigil.”
“A sigil?” Bridget asked.
Bas pulled down the side of his jeans and showed her the ink tattooed on his hip. “You didn’t notice this morning?”
“I was a bit distracted by a massive dick in my face, and not much else registered,” she replied. She bit her lip and ran her fingers over it. “I like it and will get acquainted with it later.”
“You can get acquainted with any part of me you like,” he said and kissed her again. He didn’t think he would ever get enough of her sweet sounds. His hands moved under her shirt, gently petting her. Bridget took his hand and moved it up to her breast.
Bridget said, “I should probably also warn you that I’m not a sexy lingerie girl either. Lace makes me itchy and?—”
Bas silenced her with a firm kiss. “I don’t care how it’s wrapped, love. If it makes you feel better, I can only wear one brand of cotton boxers, and I can’t have tags on my clothes.”
“Fuck, you are perfect,” Bridget said, kissing him harder. Her fingers tugged through his hair, and he ground up against her core. “Get me out of these clothes. I need to feel your skin against mine.”
Bas wasn’t going to second guess that order. He let her sit up long enough to get her black T-shirt off. She was wearing a sports bra with a zip at the front.
“Gods, that’s the handiest bra I’ve ever seen,” he said, delighted and fascinated. “Why don’t they make them all this easy to get into?” He tugged the zip down, and both sides parted, freeing her breasts. They were a perfect handful with dark nipples that he got into his mouth straight away.
Bridget’s hands tightened in his hair, and she squirmed under him. “Fuck, Bas.” He took that as a sign that she liked her nipples being played with, so he took his time figuring out just how much stubble and tongue to use to make her pant and grind beneath him.
Bridget undid her jeans and started to wriggle. “Taking too long, Bas.” He flicked his tongue against her nipple once more before grabbing the waistband of her jeans.
“Lift,” he said and pulled the jeans off her golden-brown legs. She was wearing plain black cotton panties and was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.
“Get your shirt off already. I want to see what you’re hiding under there,” Bridget insisted. She got up on her knees and tugged at the buttons on his shirt, and he let her pull it off his shoulders. “Fuck, I knew you would be the perfect level of hairy.” In a curiously erotic move, she ran her cheek over his pecs and made a happy sound. “Yup. Perfect.”
“I’m glad you like it,” Bas said with a soft chuckle.
“You don’t get it. I’m weirdly tactile, so I’m never going to stop stroking your chest now,” Bridget said and put her face in between his pecs. “Yeah, this is where I live now.”
“I feel the same way about the skin on your neck. Finally, someone as weird as me. I’m so fucking happy I stumbled into your mind library on Midsummer,” he said, burying his hands in her hair and tugging her head back a little so he could look down into her smiling face as he kissed her.
