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And those words are the key. Betty pulls away just enough to turn and straddle me, her thighs splayed wide around me. Then she attacks me again with another kiss. Her chest pressed against mine. Heart to heart. This time, all bold. Deep and passionate.

Chapter 3

Betty

It takes several minutesof kisses, breathlessness, and a thick hardness pressed against my thigh for me to pause just long enough and pinch myself.

Ouch. Good.

I’m not sure what I would do if I realized I was dreaming again, especially after waking up embarrassingly hot and bothered in Grev’s arms after he saved me from the collapsing wall of the library. Probably cry and be a slobbering mess.

But joy of joys, this is real. He is real—all his grumbles and hard muscles and giant hands caressing me. And his declaration that he wants me, too, makes me dizzy with delight.

My chilled hands roam over his warm, thick shoulders and back, needing more, moving south. When my hands find the skin of his rippled muscled stomach, he flinches and freezes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Your hands are still freezing. I don’t want to make you colder.”

“Good thing your skin is hot,” I say, grinning in the dark, as I flip my hands back and forth against his skin, like I’m flipping meat on the grill. The darkness makes me bold—I’m not Betty the librarian right now, I’m Betty the heroine trapped in an icy cave with her barbarian orc lover—and I let all my inhibitions fall away. He grunts in what I think is approval. Besides, my insides are on fire with wanting him, with getting him, finally.

Fingers warmed and nimble, I unbutton the top of his pants, reaching between us to feel the bulge that I’ve been pressing myself against.Yes, I think to myself, mouth watering at the silkiness and thick size. I finally get to experience for myself what all my monster romance books have been talking about.

His hand stills mine, his breathing heavy. Without being able to see him, the his breath against my cheek is a gentle caress. His heart pounds against mine, telling me a story of how we go together. I swallow hard, enjoying the taste of him on my tongue.

“What’s wrong?”

Grev shifts under me, ever so slightly, but stays quiet. All the same, it feels like the Earth dropping out from under me. The rhythm of my heart shifts from desire to panic. “Look, if you’re going to change your mind, that’s fine. But I need to hear the words from your lips. Your soft, delicious lips.”

Another shift. His bulge, still in my hand, twitches forcefully, and I smile a little at the power I feel, even though I think I’m getting dumped before we get started.

“I just—I want to make sure you stay warm.” He kisses me gently on the lips, his hands sliding inside the waistband of my pants. “Stand, quick.” His deep, quiet voice is a hot summer night, full of promise. Molten heat runs through me to my core.

I obey, standing, still straddling his legs. He pulls my pants and panties down to my knees; that’s all the stretch they’ve got. Resting one hand on his shoulder, I lift one leg, then the other, and he pulls them all the way off, folds them, and places them to one side of his thigh, right where my knee was.

With a swiftness that surprises me, he lifts his hips and slides his pants off, folds them, and places them on the other side of him. His ass has to be freezing against the cold library floor.

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