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“Dude. Any longer and you might have broken my jaw.”
He shakes his head, rolling his eyes at my exaggeration.
“We’ll build it up. It’s not a big deal if you last longer. It’s not like I take forever. In the meantime,” I grin, “this is fun. There’s nothing to be ashamed of here. I like that I turn you on that much. Because you turn me on the same.”
To illustrate the point, I run my hands down his chest, spreading them around his hips, grabbing his butt.
He laughs silently. We spend long minutes enjoying the feel of skin pressed together, reveling in the intimacy of learning each other’s dips and valleys and freckles and scars.
At some point, I must doze off because I’m jarred awake by a pan clanging in the kitchen.
I sit up, glancing around the empty room. I grab one of Beast’s shirts from a drawer. It smells fresh and clean and it goes down past my knees.
Padding down the hall, I stop in the doorway of the kitchen. Beast stands at the stove, putting together a midnight snack. Mr. Bojangles flicks a tail at me, then chases after some invisible foe in the hallway.
Something sizzles on the skillet in front of him. His sweats are slung low on his hips, his back a perfect sculpture of muscles and sinew. I’m getting horny again just watching him.
And he’s all mine to do whatever I want with.
For now, Delores Umbridge sneers. I eject her from my brain with a good old-fashionedexpelliarmus. This night is not meant for thoughts of tomorrow. If this is all I get, I intend to enjoy every second.
Chapter Twenty
“Well I guessif I had to choose... I’d marry Swamp Thing, screw the Hulk, and still kill Aquaman.”
–Overheard at Comic-Con
Beast must sense my simmering perusal because he turns, eyes sliding to my toes and back up, a motion as effective as a caress. His eyes are bright and his mouth tips up at the corners.
He holds out his arm and I immediately move into his side. With his free hand, he flips the sandwich frying in the pan, exposing a perfectly toasted, golden surface.
“Grilled cheese.” I point at the other simmering pot. “And tomato soup? Smells delicious.” On the counter, he’s spread a variety of cheeses and artisan bread. Of course. I’d bet money the soup is homemade. He releases me after a quick squeeze and moves away to grab something from the fridge. I pick up a nearby spoon and stir the soup.
A few seconds later, he’s behind me, not touching, but his broad expanse emits enough heat to span my entire back.
His fingers play at the hem of his stolen shirt, knuckles brushing against the backs of my thighs.
Air hisses between his teeth the moment he realizes I’ve got nothing on underneath. He’s motionless behind me, not moving, just breathing. I help him out a little, tugging the shirt up and exposing my bottom to the air.
He moves, fingers tracing my skin, nuzzling at the back of my neck, lips sucking and nipping at the corner where my neck meets my shoulder. I gasp and arch into him.
“Beast. Touch me.”
That’s all the encouragement he needs. His fingers slide between my legs from behind. I’m turned on already, his fingers slipping against me with ease.
There’s a humming rumble in his chest, reverberating through my back and into my whole body. I press against him, his hard length a rod against my spine. His breath whooshes in my ear. His fingers play me like an instrument, one hand sliding up under the shirt to pluck at my nipples while his other explores between my legs.
Within minutes I’m shuddering against him, hands up behind me and locked around his neck while he tortures me into sweet oblivion.
When I finally come back down to earth, I turn into him. My arms circle around his waist, holding on but boneless. One of his hands strokes my back while the other cups my bottom.
I speak into his chest. “I didn’t know I could orgasm so many times in a twenty-four-hour period.”
I lean back to catch his expression. It’s a new smile, not like his lopsided grin or sheepish tipped corner, this smile is wide and satisfied, all male satisfaction. His cock is a hard, needy length between us.
“It’s my turn.”
His brows lift.
