Page 29 of Midlife Demigod Unexpected

I went to Jag’s house in the middle of the night. It wasn’t well thought out. It wasn’t something I had planned to do, but I couldn’t stop myself. I was headed to check on the pub, and then all of a sudden, I wasn’t. Jag lived in an apartment in town above the candy shop.

In all the years I’d known him, I’d never been to his place, but I knew exactly where it was. Now I stood there knocking on the door with my heart racing, I wondered what I would do if he rejected me. Everything was in such turmoil right now. I needed him. I needed something solid, and right now, the only thing in my life that seemed to be exactly the same as the way I left it before the pub burnt down was Jag. Solid, dependable even if he was a demon, Jag.

He opened the door. His eyebrows shot up as he realized it was me. He put down the bowl of cereal he was eating and opened the door wide.

“Come on in,” he said. Suddenly my nerves were faltering. He was wearing nothing but a bath towel. My skin immediately heated up; I could only imagine I was turning red as a beet.

“You couldn’t have answered the door in clothes?” I asked?

“Is it making you uncomfortable?” Jag asked, putting his hand on his towel. “I can take it off.”

“No!” I exclaimed. “I actually came here to talk to you.” It was a total lie, but I didn’t know how much he knew that.

By the slight smile that played on the corner of his mouth, he probably knew it before I did.

“Helen,” he said softly, stepping toward me.

I felt like a deer in the headlights, like I was about to receive my first kiss. I watched goosebumps rise across his flesh as he stepped within inches of me; his cool, refreshing soap smell clean from the shower filled my nostrils. I was immediately damp between my legs, and I wanted to reach forward and touch the rising goosebumps across his skin. My gaze fixed on his bare chest, which was now less than a foot from me.

He reached out and raised my chin with his fingers. “Your name means beautiful one,” he said.

I wanted to say I was past my prime. I wanted to say I was middle-aged. I wanted to say something self-deprecating, but not only was that insulting to myself, but it would be insulting to him, the guy who thought I was beautiful enough to want to kiss me.

I closed my eyes as his molten lips softly pressed against mine. It was almost as if he was afraid to break me, afraid to burn me, afraid to touch me. But that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted every part of him to burn me up, to free me of the pressures we were facing, to hold me close and help me forget just for a moment what we were up against in the cemetery.

I pulled my mouth from his. “Maybe we shouldn’t.”

He kissed me harshly, pulling me inside and shutting the door. “We’ll see about that,” he said, leaning down to bite my neck. I arched my head back, a whimper escaping my throat. I needed this. I needed this so much. My hands pressed flat palms against his chest and slowly I trailed my fingernails down his hard pecs and across his six pack. He let out a tiny gasp and a shiver. I didn’t go near his towel, even though I could feel his manhood pressing up against it. I was sure this was going to be one night of respite. I wanted to enjoy every second of it and make it last as long as possible.

He pulled me down onto his lap and then circled me protectively in his arms, bringing his mouth down on mine. His tongue gently tasted my lips before they sought out the languishing kisses that I had longed to give him. He pulled back, his lips lingering on mine before he sent a trail of kisses along my jawline and down to my décolletage.

His other hand was undoing the buttons on the front of my shirt. It has been a while since I’d been undressed by a man, and this wasn’t just any man. This was Jag. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t fantasized about him a time or two after a night of work, but I never thought I’d touch him. His warm flesh on my fingers as I ran my hands down his hard chest was more amazing than I had even imagined.

“I want you,” he said, pulling me back to his lap as I tried to move away. My heart was racing, and my temperature heated. I fell into his arms and into his kisses, letting his lips wantonly rove over mine.

“We can’t just get down on the floor and do it,” I murmured against his mouth.

I ran my hands along his shoulder as he covered my breasts with kisses and suddenly, I could feel his body heating up, his skin almost burning mine. I jumped off his lap.

“What are you doing?” I asked. He looked at me, confused and a bit concerned.

“Was it too much?” he asked.

I took another deep gasp of breath as I rubbed my hands down my thighs, nodding.

“Yeah, it was a little too much. You can control the temperature of your body?” I asked.

He looked at me, lowering his chin, his eyes boring into mine. “Yes. Yes, I can,” he said.

“I’d like to feel that, just a little different,” I said, moving back toward him. I straddled him, licking his lower lip gently with my tongue as I wound my fingers in the soft curls around the nape of his neck.

My whole body was consumed by a crazy rush of power and energy unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

“Oh my God,” I said, opening my eyes to see that my hands behind his head were glowing gold and creating a halo behind him.

He twisted to the side, grabbing my hands and pulling them down in front of him.

“You are so magical,” he said, smiling at me as he covered my shoulders and breasts with kisses.

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