Page 42 of Hidden By the Gargoyle

My thumb moved with his lips when he spoke. My eyes were locked on his face and, for once, I could read him clearly. His resolve was weakening.

“But you’re okay with another man being the first to touch me?”

His jaw flexed again, and I was close enough to hear his teeth grind together.

“No,” he answered.

I moved my hand from his cheek to the nape of his neck, tugging his head down toward me. He didn’t resist, his gaze moving from my eyes to my mouth.

The words came out easily now because I could see that he was on the precipice. He wanted me, maybe as much as I wanted him.

It was time to tell him what I wanted. No beating around the bush. I needed to lay it out for him.

“I like how it feels when you kiss me. I want you to do it again. And I don’t want you to stop this time,” I whispered, my mouth brushing his as I spoke.

That same low noise came from him as he uncrossed his arms, his hands going to my waist.

I wasn’t sure who started the kiss, but he took over completely within a breath.

He lifted me off my feet and reversed our positions until I was against the door. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles together behind him. His mouth opened over mine and I matched him movement for movement. His tongue slid past my lips, and I moaned.

Dax pressed me against the door, the hard ridge of his cock almost exactly where I needed it. I shifted against him, moving my hips, and it was his turn to groan.

He tore his mouth from mine, his face flushed and his eyes more brilliant than I’d ever seen them, the silver in his eyes shimmering like molten metal.

“Are you sure about this, Ally?” he asked.

“Yes,” I whispered, leaning forward to press my lips against his neck. “Don’t you dare stop.”

He turned and carried me toward the stairs.

My heart was pounding hard and fast as he took them two at a time, carrying me as though I weighed nothing.

I nipped the skin of his throat with my teeth, and he stumbled, his hands clutching me tightly.

“Dammit, Ally,” he said, his voice lower than I’d ever heard it and gravelly, like stone grinding against stone. “You’re going to make me drop you.”

I moved my mouth to bite him again, going for the place where his throat met his shoulder. Then, I sucked the flesh into my mouth.

When I released him, I said, “Then, you should hurry up.”

He hit the top step a moment later and carried me to the bed. “Just remember I’ll bite you back,” he said.

I shivered and I knew he felt it because his fingers dug into my waist just a bit after.

“But maybe you like that idea,” he murmured. His hand went from my waist to my ankle at the base of his spine. “Let me go.”

I did as he said and removed my legs from his waist. He lifted me a few inches until I stood on the bed. Even then, he was still taller than me.

I released his shoulders, my hands moving to the hem of his shirt. I managed to slip my palm beneath it before his fingers clamped around my wrists.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

I glanced up at him. “Seriously?”

A smile tugged at his mouth but never truly appeared.

“We’re doing this my way,” he said.

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