Page 21 of Dream Lost (The Fae Universe #12)

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B ridget couldn’t remember ever sleeping so well. She felt a thousand kilos lighter now that Bas knew her history and astonishingly, he still wanted her. She didn’t know what she had done to get so lucky. She wasn’t even concerned that a dream monster had fixated on her because she had woken weirdly happy.

Bridget had really wanted to stay in bed with Bas’s big, sexy body wrapped around her all day, but she knew that would have to wait. She couldn’t stay safe in bed when no one else in Dublin would be.

They needed to find the damn dream monster, so Bridget and Bas were in the library where they had been all morning.

For once, the library hadn’t had as much allure as the bed. Bridget was trying hard not to think about waking up next to so much hot, sleepy magician. It had been a test of self-control not to slip her hands down and take advantage of the morning wood that had been pressing into her lower back.

Bridget’s libido was usually a fickle thing that came and went. It wasn’t going anywhere now, and her need to climb all over Bas was getting out of control. The emotions of the day before, the irrational fear that she could lose him, had made the ache even worse.

Sitting across from her in a comfortable armchair, Bas covered his face with the book he was reading and groaned. “Bridget, if you don’t stop thinking about sex, I’m not going to be held responsible for my actions.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said innocently, her lips twitching. The book came off his face and he glared at her, eyes shining. “Ohh, scary. I’ve woken the dragon, have I?”

Bas’s expression shifted, and the air between them heated and charged. His voice was low enough to be a threat when he growled, “You remember when I said I was very good with my mind? You would do well to heed the warning, my little hawk.”

Bridget didn’t see him move, but suddenly, she felt hands sliding up her calves under her jeans. What the?

Tell me if you want me to stop , Bas said, his blue eyes now burning with magic as well as lust.

No one had ever looked at her like that before. She had never been the sole focus of anyone’s universe, and to have a dragon’s attention was a test to see if your monkey brain made you run.

Bridget didn’t want to run. She cocked her scared brow at him, a look she had perfected to be absolute insolence. The warm pressure stoked down her cheek, and her throat, making a small gasp slip from her lips.

“This...isn’t going to stop me thinking about sex,” she stammered. “Your family...”

“Aren’t going to be anywhere near this library for hours,” Bas replied. He was resting back in the chair, a king on his throne.

A hot flush spread over Bridget’s chest as the invisible touch moved to cup a breast. Holy fuck. Part of her was so impressed by his control to do such a thing, but most of her was too distracted by the sensation gripping her.

You told me that you found it hard to enjoy sex because you can’t get out of your head , Bas said, his voice heated silk in her mind. I’m going to take care of both that hot body of yours and your beautiful mind. Just remember, you can stop me with a word, Bridget. You are safe with me.

I know, Bas, don’t stop. I want... Bridget didn’t have the words as her other breast was clasped.

It’s okay, little hawk. I know what you want. Let me give it to you. Bas hadn’t moved and gave no indication of what he was doing. Just relaxing in his chair and watching her reactions.

Bridget bit her lip to keep from moaning as the pressure turned to a hot mouth on her nipples. The book she had been reading slid off her lap and onto the floor, forgotten. She moved her hands to stroke over her breasts, but his invisible hands clamped them to the arms of her chair.

“If I can’t touch, neither can you,” Bas chided.

“Knew you were a secret freak,” she panted.

“Not a secret,” he purred. He grinned as another hot tongue slid down her stomach, making her back arch in the chair.

You are so fucking sexy when you squirm for me , he said and threw the image of what he could see in her mind. Bridget gasped, seeing herself through his eyes. Her hair was a mess, eyes glazing and body undulating, chasing the sensations wherever he was putting them.

Another hot mouth went from her belly to her pussy, and she couldn’t hold back her cry. She was burning up, hands and mouths and tongues working her from her neck to her ankles. She was looking at Bas, and Bas was looking at her, and she saw both at the same time and everything became a jumbled mess of slicked heat and agony.

Bas leaned forward in the chair, resting his elbows on his knees, and just watched her with that same intensity.

Let go, Bridget. Come for me. Let me see you fall apart .

Another sucking mouth dragged over her clit, and as she started to scream, a hand slipped softly over her mouth. Bridget’s oversensitive body locked up and released as her orgasm shook her from her core. The pressure of another hand pressed down on her womb, and she let out another smothered sob. Her panties were drenched, and her heart was pounding.

Slowly, the hands and mouths let her up. A finger stroked the tears from her cheeks, and they floated across to where Bas sat. He opened his mouth, and the tears splashed on his lips and tongue.

“Jesus fucking Christ, what are you?” she whispered.

Bas licked her tears of pleasure from his lips. “Yours.”