Chapter 9
Sweetblazes. I kissed him. Kissed a gargoyle!
AfterHugo left my apartment, I walked around in a daze. I pressed my fingers to my lips. Fascinated by him, I’d taken that bold step in touching his bare torso. And oh my, was that an experience in itself. But kissing him, wow. That could shatter the stars.
Perhapsmy brain would return to my body at some point, but I would gladly abandon all thought to keep these heightened sensations throughout my body.
Thehigh lasted through the night. WhenI went to bed, I slept hard, thoroughly exhausted after the restless night before. Thoughts of Hugo slipped into my dreams. More kissing. More touching. More exploring his incredibly powerful body.
AfterI woke, the sensuality of those dreams lingered in my body, and when I took a shower, I touched my lips once more. WhenI thought about what had happened, I let out a shaky laugh. How was this my new reality? One in which gargoyles not only existed, but I kissed one?
Anda part of me wanted more.
Hugohad been surprisingly gentle for someone so massive and intimidating. While the hot water sluiced down my body, I replayed every moment of our kiss. I’d been so on fire that I might have let things go further, but he’d been a gentleman and insisted I needed rest.
Hewas probably right. I still had encyclopedias full of questions without answers, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t craved more of his touch. Even thinking about the hungry glint in his eyes as he appeared ready to devour me had every part of me lit up like a Christmas tree in OldMontreal during the holidays, my favorite time of year when the JacquesCartierSquare brimmed with festivities.
AsI washed my body with a soapy foam on my loofah, I recalled how Hugo’s fingers had stroked my skin. The dark velvet timbre of his voice when he’d called me LittleOne, making me feel tiny and dainty next to his massive form. The low rumble in his chest when he seemed to be affected by something deep and primal. CouldI really have stirred such a strong desire in someone?
TheAnya of a couple of days ago would have scoffed at the thought. I’d wished to find someone who wouldn’t just be turned on by a librarian gone wild fantasy, but someone who wanted that for more than just one night. SinceI had a difficult enough time trying to date my own species, that would be utterly impossible with someone who wasn’t even human.
Yetthe way Hugo looked at me had seemed more than simply desire. Could it mean something—more?
“Ha!” I barked out in my shower. That was crazy talk. I should be thinking more analytically. Assessing why I was attracted to Hugo. Ah, yes, I’d once read a study about heightened attraction during dangerous situations. I didn’t remember all the details, but that would sure fit the case for when Hugo and I met during an intruder’s assault. AndHugo had saved me. So, of course I’d feel grateful to him for protecting me.
Yetthe way my body tingled went beyond simple gratitude.
Sinceit wouldn’t do any harm to fantasize, I let my mind wander, travel to a scenario in which Hugo hadn’t left last night. Instead, I’d invited him to my bed. He’d taken his time as he’d run his hands over my body, heating me up. My fingers trailed down my soapy body as I pictured him doing with his large hand, and I led them to my center, where I was already slick. I slid a digit inside and then ran the tip over my clit, already so sensitive with my heightened desire. Hugo would pull out his massive cock and stroke it as he watched me.
AsI envisioned this, my fingers worked faster and my breathing quickened, growing audible. What would it feel like to have that massive gargoyle inside me? Would he even fit?
Iignored an option that would ruin that fantasy and instead let this scene play out. Stroking harder, faster. The pressure was so intense. I was almost there. On a moan, I shattered, sparking a thousand colorful lights as I floated across the sky.
Wow, that felt incredible. That was exactly what I needed to take the edge off of all the tension worming inside me. When was the last time I’d taken care of myself in that way? Far too long.
Idropped my head down and pressed my back against the tile. My body was even hotter than the water sluicing down on me. Over the next several minutes, I came down from that high and hoped I could keep the embarrassment from my face when I saw Hugo again.