ease his shirt off and toss it over his shoulder. Then I went to work on his belt buckle, a little too eager for my own good, but who cared? My body was on fire. Everything in me screamed for this man. For the second time tonight, I knew exactly what I wanted.
And I’d have it as soon as I could master the buckle. “Is this thing welded on?”
Meanwhile Dimitri was at work on my neck, layering hot kisses until I feared I’d melt from it all. “You’d think you’d have enough practice by now.”
I gave up and ran my hand along the hard ridge below his buckle. He groaned into my ear.
“And you’d think you had an incentive to help.”
“I was busy,” he gasped, solving my problem with two tugs and a tumble out of bed.
He landed with a thud.
“Are you okay?” I sat up to see my powerful griffin on the floor.
“You’d better be naked by the time I get back up there.”
I happily obliged.
He rewarded me with a wet mouth on one breast and then the other, his tongue tugging at my nipples, hot, hungry and oh so skilled. I didn’t care if he dragged me down with the dust bunnies as long as he didn’t stop.
His cock strained hard against my thigh and I shifted and curled, bringing it into contact with my sex.
“Patience,” Dimitri groaned against my breast. He kissed up my chest. “Or I’m not responsible for what happens next.”
Silly man.
I kissed him long and deep.
It had been a rough night. I needed him. Now.
“Come here,” I said, easing the tip of him into me.
“By the gods.” He strained his entire body away from me, but couldn’t quite bear to move himself from between my legs.
“Got you now,” I whispered, nipping his neck.
He swore in Greek.
I had him. I knew it from the way he moved over me, hungry and wild. “Give it up, griffin.”
“Yes,” he said, thrusting home.
He dug into me hard and I savored every second of it, urging him on. Whispering his name in short, frantic breaths. He was so whole and so good and so alive it made me want to scream.
My heels dug into his back, his fingers clutched my butt, holding me, positioning me just so. It was rough and hard and exactly what I needed.
I jolted into a spine-bending orgasm. He shuddered hard groaning as he spent himself inside me.
Afterward, he lay on top of me, holding just enough of his weight away on his elbows. I felt possessed, protected and wonderfully tingly as he planted a precise line of tiny kisses along my collarbone.
“You must accept more,” he murmured.
I ran my hands through his thick black hair. Perhaps. But not yet. Right now, I just wanted to savor the moment.
This man made me feel safe. And needed. And loved.
At present, that was more than enough. As for tomorrow, well, we’d see what happened beyond the old brick walls of Big Nose Kate’s.
Chapter Six
The next morning, I headed downstairs with renewed confidence. Dimitri had helped me forget my troubles two more times, with spine-tingling results. My, I loved dating an overachiever.
He’d brushed my lavender hair and he’d even helped me rig up a flashlight holder on my demon slayer utility belt. The Maglite hung heavy on my waist.
Downstairs was deserted, save for a grumpy fairy bent over a ginormous fold-out map.
Sid could have been Danny DeVito’s brother. He was shorter than most and balding. What was left of his hair circled his head like a wiry black halo. He’d tried to cover his natural bubblegum scent with Brut for Men. Trust me, it wasn’t a good combination.
“What?” he demanded without looking up from his map.
He’d flung the enormous thing over two bar tables. It still lopped over the edges. The Martha Stewart in me didn’t know how he was going to fold it all up again.
We’d picked up Sid in Las Vegas a few months back. Actually, Ant Eater had swept Sid off of his little sparkly
And I’d have it as soon as I could master the buckle. “Is this thing welded on?”
Meanwhile Dimitri was at work on my neck, layering hot kisses until I feared I’d melt from it all. “You’d think you’d have enough practice by now.”
I gave up and ran my hand along the hard ridge below his buckle. He groaned into my ear.
“And you’d think you had an incentive to help.”
“I was busy,” he gasped, solving my problem with two tugs and a tumble out of bed.
He landed with a thud.
“Are you okay?” I sat up to see my powerful griffin on the floor.
“You’d better be naked by the time I get back up there.”
I happily obliged.
He rewarded me with a wet mouth on one breast and then the other, his tongue tugging at my nipples, hot, hungry and oh so skilled. I didn’t care if he dragged me down with the dust bunnies as long as he didn’t stop.
His cock strained hard against my thigh and I shifted and curled, bringing it into contact with my sex.
“Patience,” Dimitri groaned against my breast. He kissed up my chest. “Or I’m not responsible for what happens next.”
Silly man.
I kissed him long and deep.
It had been a rough night. I needed him. Now.
“Come here,” I said, easing the tip of him into me.
“By the gods.” He strained his entire body away from me, but couldn’t quite bear to move himself from between my legs.
“Got you now,” I whispered, nipping his neck.
He swore in Greek.
I had him. I knew it from the way he moved over me, hungry and wild. “Give it up, griffin.”
“Yes,” he said, thrusting home.
He dug into me hard and I savored every second of it, urging him on. Whispering his name in short, frantic breaths. He was so whole and so good and so alive it made me want to scream.
My heels dug into his back, his fingers clutched my butt, holding me, positioning me just so. It was rough and hard and exactly what I needed.
I jolted into a spine-bending orgasm. He shuddered hard groaning as he spent himself inside me.
Afterward, he lay on top of me, holding just enough of his weight away on his elbows. I felt possessed, protected and wonderfully tingly as he planted a precise line of tiny kisses along my collarbone.
“You must accept more,” he murmured.
I ran my hands through his thick black hair. Perhaps. But not yet. Right now, I just wanted to savor the moment.
This man made me feel safe. And needed. And loved.
At present, that was more than enough. As for tomorrow, well, we’d see what happened beyond the old brick walls of Big Nose Kate’s.
Chapter Six
The next morning, I headed downstairs with renewed confidence. Dimitri had helped me forget my troubles two more times, with spine-tingling results. My, I loved dating an overachiever.
He’d brushed my lavender hair and he’d even helped me rig up a flashlight holder on my demon slayer utility belt. The Maglite hung heavy on my waist.
Downstairs was deserted, save for a grumpy fairy bent over a ginormous fold-out map.
Sid could have been Danny DeVito’s brother. He was shorter than most and balding. What was left of his hair circled his head like a wiry black halo. He’d tried to cover his natural bubblegum scent with Brut for Men. Trust me, it wasn’t a good combination.
“What?” he demanded without looking up from his map.
He’d flung the enormous thing over two bar tables. It still lopped over the edges. The Martha Stewart in me didn’t know how he was going to fold it all up again.
We’d picked up Sid in Las Vegas a few months back. Actually, Ant Eater had swept Sid off of his little sparkly
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