So that’s what he did.
He rocked against her mouth, pushing deeper and seeing Tori behind his closed eyes.
Without realizing it’d happen that fast, he came.
He waited for her to pull away, but she didn’t. Just stayed with him until he was empty and spent. Legs shaking.
“Nadia,” he rasped, barely stopping himself from calling her Tori. “My god.”
“Our God, actually.” She stood, pulled her mask back down, and quoted a line fromAsh Masters. “‘Our tribes may be bitter enemies, but I always help a fellow shifter in need.’”
He laughed with pure delight.
Ash Masterswas just as fun and suggestive as its title—which sounded like a spin on a bad porno namedAss Masters. The stories were campy and fun and, at times, sexy. Its audience tended to be the same.
And Nadia had just proven it.
All thoughts of Tori vanished as he once again remembered who he was with. A fun, sensual woman who loved the comics as much as he did.
This woman here was his fantasy come to life. And she’d just given him a blow job.
This was it. Every geek’s fantasy.
He’d peaked, figuratively and literally, at a Comic Con in Idaho. Who would’ve ever thought?
“Can you help me get my boob back in the corset?” She turned and presented him with her back. “You’ll have to loosen the—oh, you must’ve done this before.”
He smiled, already having loosened the laces so she could widen the corset enough to push her breast back inside.
Before she could ask, he started to re-lace her.
“How tight?”
“Tighter. Oh, yeah, right there. You’re good at this. I should hire you for all my conventions.”
“I do like the perks. How do you breathe in that thing?”
“Carefully. But it’s worth it for the costume.”
“Agreed,” he muttered and spun her around.
He leaned down to press a kiss to the top of her cushiony breasts that were imprisoned safely in the corset again.
“Oh.” Surprise registered in her voice.
He sank to his knees to cradle her waist to do what he’d been dying to do all day. He flicked his tongue over that shiny green jewel piercing at her navel before dipping in to tease her belly button.
She grabbed his head and sighed.
Who knew he had such a thing for pierced belly buttons? It was so damn hot.
“What are you doing?” Her words were unsteady.
“Making you a promise.” He moved lower, to the mound between her legs that shimmered with dragon-scale fabric.
He pressed an open mouth to the soft flesh, and for the first time, he hated her costume. Right now, it was a barrier to his tongue and the sweetness he needed to taste beneath.
“Aidan...” she pleaded breathlessly.