Page 39 of The Minotaur's Valentine

“Can we lay down? Is the bed big enough?” Libby whispers between kisses.

“If we squeeze. Or if you’re on top of me.”

The way she bites her lips as she shimmies on me tells me that she loves that idea.

Chapter Thirty-Four: Libby

The first time I brush against him, I question the accuracy of my aim. That couldn’t be—could it? I rub my leg against him again, harder.

Holy. Hung. Like. A Bull.

His cock is at least the length of my calf from ankle to knee. What is that? More than twelve inches, that’s for sure. Not a lot more, but...

I want it. I know I can’t possibly take all of it tonight, but I want to see it. Touch it. Possibly lick it like a popsicle and watch him lose control.

I hope he’ll split the cost of a new bed with me.

Milo pauses for a moment as I sashay my way to the bed. Is he shy? Worried?

All things considered, shouldn’t I be the one who’s worried?

Oddly enough, I really don’t think so. He radiates gentleness. “I can turn off the lights?”

“Uh. That’s fine. Up to you,” his words tumble out in a rush.

“You don’t have to be shy. I get it. We’re different.” I’m sure, if I weren’t on a post-sex-demon high, I’d be more shy. But tonight at least I am more worried about making Milo feel comfortable. “We can be shy together. Or different together.”

His grin, bashful and sexy at the same time, does things to me that Ricky could never do. My body throbs. My mind swirls in a good way, concocting a million thoughts and questions. Is he furry there? Do we need condoms? Would they even fit him? Maybe he’s worried about that stuff, too. “Is this too fast?”

“Nope. Not as long as there’s more to it,” Milo pauses, his hands at his waistband. “Minotaurs don’t do one-night stands. At least, not this minotaur. We’re too invested in family, protection... and romance.”

My God. Could he be any more perfect? I change my path and go back to his side, putting my chest to his and my hands over his. “I don’t have a family. I’m a stray. I could tell you more later, but—”

“Like over breakfast?” Milo interjects, hands popping open the button that holds his jeans together. The zipper flies down like it’s letting out a long-held breath, and out comes the most perfect pale pink and light brown cock I’ve ever seen in my life or my imagination.

“Yes. After breakfast.” If I can sit up to eat, I think, my eyes locked on his cock.

Don’t be rude. Person, not appendage. I slip one hand over his lower abs, not touching his length yet. “Like I was saying... I’m a stray. No family. No real connections in town except Doctor Peterson and an addiction to The Pine Loft’s coffee specials. My New Year’s Resolution was to get out more and meet people. The trouble is... I’m bad at getting close to people.”

“Oh.” Milo’s face falls a thousand feet, and I can’t wait to scoop it up and make him smile again.

“So once I meet someone, I could become clingy. Like a cat who won’t stop winding itself around you.” I slide my body seductively against his, letting my bare stomach move against the satiny skin of his massive member. “One who’s always in your space. Borrowing your albums. Wearing your hoodies... or you know. Using them as tents.”

Milo’s laugh is warm and rich, and it turns the puddle in my panties into a splash zone. “I would love that.” He leans down to whisper in my ear, letting me gauge again how much bigger his mouth is than a normal man’s, how much wider, thicker, and stronger all of him is. “I’m a romance nerd. I would show up where you work. Text you a dozen times a day. Want you to come over every night so we can dance in the living room.”

Fucking stop. I’ll fall in love.

I was always afraid of that before.

Why doesn’t the idea scare me anymore?

“Let’s check the engineering on this thing,” Milo kicks his jeans down and lifts me up. He sits on the edge of the bed, letting me rest on his bare thighs, his hardness trapped between us as we kiss. It’s natural to push him back, and funny to think that this furry tank with horns yields to the pressure of two fingers, but he does.

My bed creaks worryingly as I sprawl on top of him, still working my way over his body with kisses and touches, letting him peel my panties down and unhook my bra.

He’s definitely a top-heavy bedfellow. I think the foot of my bed might be lifting slightly. Or maybe he’s pulling me further up his chest.

“I love the little noises you make when I kiss you.”

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