Stone-Cold Lover by Mel Teshco Read Free Book Online Page B

pressed him back. “Don’t,” she said huskily. “Please, don’t change.”
    “I’m a gargoyle, you cannot want—”
    “You’re wrong. I most definitely do .” She reached up, the pads of her fingers tracing a path over his shoulders, down his spine a little, then partway along the rib of his upper wings. “I want you—all of you—just exactly as you are.” Her gaze shone. “You’re incredible.”
    He reeled within, the last of his defenses crumbling into ashes. She touched him in places that weren’t all on the outside. But it was bittersweet and made all the more poignant knowing their time together couldn’t possibly last.
    He subsided against the bench seat, swallowing hard. He’d take whatever pleasure and joy Loretta offered, remember the ecstasy long after his curse forced them apart and ground the shattered pieces of his heart into dust.
    Like a graceful wraith she slipped off the seat and went onto her knees between his thighs. She looked up, and his heart flip-flopped at her open expression, her gloriously beautiful face.
    “I want to pleasure you,” she all but purred. “I want to taste your cum.”
    He growled with delight as she bent and drew the head of his cock into her mouth, her scarlet-painted lips sealing him in. His hips thrust forward, emitting another guttural groan as her tongue scraped a moist circle around the slitted apex. Then, as though his dick were some delicious Popsicle she couldn’t get enough of, couldn’t devour quickly enough, she sucked it into her heart-shaped mouth almost to the base. Her tongue flicked along the thick vein behind his shaft and he closed his eyes with a savagely indrawn breath. Heat built inside him like a pressure boiler ready to explode and he knew he had only seconds before he did exactly that. “Stop!”
    The cool night air replaced the satin heat of her mouth and he gulped in another lungful of oxygen, forcing his eyes open to see her sitting back on her haunches, her stare fever bright.
    He held out his hands and she clasped them, allowing him to pull her up and into his arms. Pushing to his feet he carried her with long strides away from the lamp’s glaring arc of light and into the privacy of the shadows.
    He knew she’d see little more than the glow of his eyes, his dark silhouette. She’d understand that this dim intimacy wasn’t just to shield him and their lovemaking from anyone who might chance upon them—the night cloaked his grotesque physical abnormalities from her too.
    A breeze stirred her hair, carrying with it her sweet, flowery scent. She leaned forward, holding his face and murmuring, “Next time we make love, I want to see you. See all of you…my gargoyle lover.”
    He nodded, his heart jolting once, twice in his chest. Would there even be a next time?
    Her lips were petal-soft beneath his as they kissed again, and he savored the peaches and cream taste, basked in the warmth of her silken skin, her sighs.
    He drew his head back and she stood motionless, more than a little breathless as one by one, he freed the pearl buttons at the bodice of her designer dress. When she raised her arms, he pulled it up past her shoulders and over her head.
    It slithered, unnoticed, from his grasp to somewhere at their feet. He drank his fill of her. In barely there black lace panties, sheer stockings and transparent bra, he knew in all his years he’d never known a woman as sexy, as hot, and as unashamedly passionate as his Loretta.
    With deliberate slowness, she bent down and started to draw off her stilettos.
    “No, leave them on.”
    She stilled at his request. Straightening, she reached behind to unclip her bra. “Allow me,” she said, her voice as thick and rich as liqueur over ice.
    Her bra dropped onto the ground and when she stepped out of her panties Cray was only vaguely aware of the blast of a car horn in the distance, the faint snatches of music and laughter from a party in full swing.
    With a ragged groan he moved