Page 53 of Hidden By the Gargoyle

He smirked. “It’s not long enough?” he asked.

“At this rate, we’ll have checked everything off within forty-eight hours.”

I succeeded in shocking him. “Forty-eight hours? I’m a gargoyle, not an incubus. There’s no way I can help you get through it in two days.”

I couldn’t hold in my laugh any longer. When he realized I was only teasing him, he rolled on top of me, pinning me to the bed.

“I think I have an item to add to the list,” he said.

I merely raised my eyebrows in response, which made him smirk again. “I’m not sure I should let you add items tomylist. But I’m willing to hear you out.”

“Have you ever heard of orgasm denial?”

My mouth fell open and I smacked his shoulder with my free hand. “You’d better not! That’s definitely not going on there!”

It was Dax’s turn to laugh again. When he did, his hips shifted, and I felt his hard length against my thigh. I wriggled beneath him, trying to line our bodies up so that I could feel it where I wanted it, but he pulled away slightly.

“No, you need to give your body some time to recover.”

I scowled at him. “For the last time, I’m fine. I’m not sore. And I will chain you to this bed if you try anything like orgasm denial.”

“Hmmmm.” His eyes narrowed at my words.

“What?”

“I’m thinking that if I chain you to the bed, then you won’t get a say at all in what we check off the list.”

I shuddered at his words, but not from disgust. Dax seemed to know that he’d piqued my interest because his eyes began to turn silver and I felt his cock harden further against my leg.

“You like that idea,” he growled.

I nodded, unable to speak because my mouth was suddenly dry.

“Then, we’ll give it a try,” he murmured, lowering his head to kiss me. When he ended the kiss, he continued, “But later because you need to give your body a break.”

It was my turn to growl at him, which only made him smirk again. He bent his head and nipped my lips before he rubbed the tip of his nose against mine. Then, he released me and rolled out of bed.

I watched as he walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He hadn’t noticed how my breath caught in my chest at his affectionate gesture. Or how my heart started racing.

I tried to tell myself that I was reading too much into his behavior, but my poor, foolish heart couldn’t help it. I rolled over onto my side, facing the door to the bathroom, and tugged the blanket up over my body. Though it was spring, the mornings could still get chilly.

A few moments later, Dax emerged from the bathroom, still naked, and I forgot all about my hopeful heart and my thoughts were now fully directed by my hopeful pussy. I squeezed my thighs together to soothe the sudden ache between them and watched as he walked toward me.

“Stop looking at me like that,” Dax demanded.

My gaze jumped from his cock to his face. His expression was tight, and his eyes were beginning to turn silver again. I would forever associate silver with his eyes. They only looked like that when he was thinking of kissing me. Or he was kissing me. Or touching me.

The ache between my thighs intensified and I bit back a moan.

Dax made it to the bed in a blink and jerked the blankets off me. “You’re hurting,” he stated.

“Yes,” I said.

“Dammit, Ally, I told you?—”

I rolled over onto my back, trailing my hand over my breast and down. Dax fell silent, his eyes locking onto the movement of my fingers like a laser beam. I bent my knees, planting my feet on the bed, and spread my legs.

Yes, I was tender, but there was another ache there. One that only he could satisfy with his hands, his mouth, or his cock.

---