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.
Bridget flicked her tongue against his and, while he was distracted, slid her hands down the front of his jeans.
“I’m not done with you yet,” Bas growled, capturing her hand and pulling it free. “He can wait, trust me.”
“Yeah, but who saysIcan?” Bridget asked and flopped dramatically backward.
Bas stared down at her and debated the merits of giving her what she wanted, but the scent of her arousal made up his mind for him. He needed to taste her.
“I’ll make it worth your while,” he promised and kissed the bump of her belly. She was a wonderland of strength and softness that he was never going to tire of. He nuzzled hermound, and her fingers tightened on his shoulders. His dragon shifted restlessly under his skin, the scent of her driving it crazy. Bas licked the soft fabric where her wetness had already soaked it.
“Fucckk... Stop edging me,” Bridget complained.
“No.” Bas blew hot air through her panties, making her lift her hips and moan. He was going to make her come so fucking hard if it was the last thing he did. His mate’s pleasure was everything. She needed to be wet and ready to take him because when he got inside her, he wasn’t going to be patient or soft. He was going to claim her so completely, she would never think about letting another male near her again.
Bas’s teeth tightened on cotton, and he watched her face cycle through surprise and horniness and back again as he slowly pulled them all the way off and tucked them into the back pocket of his jeans.
“Mine,” he growled.
“Such a freak,” she whispered, eyes wide.
Bas smiled and trailed the tips of his fingers up her inner thigh. “Spread them.”
“So bossy.”
