Page 74 of Charming Her Monsters

These guys are breaking my little witchy heart. They are all so amazing and such a catch, and none of them really feels like they are.

I suppose they’d say the same about me.

They are so gorgeous, strong, and sensitive. I’ve only known them a short time, but I could make a list of wonderful attributes that could go on a mile long.

Separate from the rest of his collection, a plain rock sits on his desk. It looks to be the size of the regular gravel from my yard. “What’s this one?”

“Uh.” He blushes again. “It’s from when I kept an eye on your house, watching over you.”

Holy hell. My heart melts to heat my core. Has he liked me from the beginning?

I’m unsure what happens from here, but I want Flint to take the lead. I don’t want to pressure him into something he’s not comfortable with.

He glances at the bed, finally breaking his intense gaze that’s lasted from the dining room to here.

I smile. “Whatever you want to do.” I nod at the floor. “I’m happy to sit on the floor and just talk. Or we can snuggle on the bed. Or sit on the balcony and stare out into the forest. Or if you have the strength to hold me up like this for hours, which it seems, most impressively, that you do, we can do that.”

“I’d like to do the snuggle thing. How does that work?”

I grin, feeling lighter just with the innocence of my guy. “We have a few common options. We could spoon or you could lie on your back and I tuck to your side.”

“Spoon?”

“That would be both on our sides. Think of it as one of us sitting on the other’s lap but lying down. You can drape an arm around the other person’s waist.”

“Is there one where I am on my back and you are on my front?”

Geezus, man. My body heats instantly from that visual. That kind of snuggling can escalate quickly.

“Is that how you want to… snuggle?” I worry for a moment that he doesn’t know the difference between a snuggle and sex. Is he asking for sex?

Either way, I’m in, so I will adapt to his cues.

“Yes.”

Flint walks over to the bed, and I move my legs to let them dangle. He lays back and shifts to the center of his king bed, taking me with him. I swear these huge, powerful guys make me feel so petite and dainty.

For good or bad, my legs fall off the sides of his hips and since he didn’t pull me up his chest, I’m pressed to his pronounced bulge.

I rest my cheek on his upper chest and allow my body to relax.

His massive hands are still gripping my ass. I wonder if that’s their new future home. But slowly his right hand moves upward, caressing my lower back and up, until his fingers are tangled with my hair.

“So soft,” he breathes out, playing with my long wavy locks. “I’ve been wishing to touch your silver hair since I saw you.”

“You like it?” I ask, because I’ve debated for a while if I should dye it, chop it off, or both.

“It’s the most beautiful hair I’ve ever seen.”

Not what I was expecting, but I love the compliment.

“May I touch your hair?” I ask, because I’m not sure if it will be hard as stone or soft. It’s a few shades darker than his travertine colored skin, thick, and may well be as hard as a helmet for all I know.

“It isn’t as nice as yours.” I hear a pout in his voice.

I lift my head, bracing my arms under my chin, and look him in the eye. “I would like to explore you as you explore me, if that’s okay.”

He nods, and I touch the incredibly and oddly firm but soft short hair. “It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”

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