Screwing the Superhero by Rebecca Royce Page B

anyone inventing one, but then I’ve not been asking if anyone was working on such a project. I’ll ask the people who would know and get back to you.”
    “Great.” Draco disconnected the line. He realized he could have gone upstairs and awakened Ace or just spoken loud enough to wake him. Calling was simpler.
    In the corner of his senses, he heard Wendy hiccup and he wondered if she was going to cry. His heart raced at the thought. He couldn’t have more tears. No, Wendy’s tears did odd things to his insides. He’d actually thought he was going to have a panic attack when she’d started crying earlier.
    Turning on his heel, he walked down the hall. Without knocking, he entered her room. Like earlier, she gasped as if she was surprised to see him but didn’t admonish him for not knocking. That was a good thing. It had been years since he’d had to try to conform to basic standards of conduct or, as his mother would have called it, manners .
    Having to start behaving now would be next to impossible.
    “Did I wake you?” He’d been correct. She must have started crying while he was on the phone with his brother. Her cheeks were tear-stained.
    She shook her head. “No.”

    Crossing by her, he jumped onto the bed, relieved when it didn’t break. He’d had all the beds in the house doubly reinforced to withstand the way Ace and he would use them, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t eventually succumb to his Superhero strength.
    “Come here.”
    She raised an eyebrow at him while she wiped her cheeks. “On the bed? With you?”
    “I’m not going to bite you, Warner. It was a rough day for both of us. I just thought you might like to lie down with me”
    Heaven help him if she said no. He’d be humiliated. He might never be able to look at her again.
    Without a word, Wendy moved to him and lay down. She was small and fit nicely against him. He knew he took up more than his share of the bed, and he was admittedly a cover-hog. Pulling the plaid comforter over both of them, he pressed into her until she placed her head on his chest.
    He could hear her heartbeat and her breaths easily now. Both had picked up considerably. He wondered if he made her nervous.
    “You don’t need to be afraid. I can hear your heart beating way too fast. I promise this is going to be an entirely PG experience.”
    Rolling over part way, she looked at him in the darkness. People had told him over the years that it was hard for them to see without light. He never had this problem himself. She might have looked slightly dulled as compared to how she seemed in bright light, but he could see Wendy perfectly, and, at the moment, her face was all eyes.
    She bit her lip. “What if I didn’t want it to be PG?”
    Draco’s mind ceased functioning at the thought. Had she just propositioned him?
    He must have waited too long to answer because she spoke again, this time with obvious embarrassment in her tone.
    “I’m sorry, Draco, I shouldn’t have said that. You’re being nice and I got really, really inappropriate. Please, it’ll never happen again.”
    Leaning over, he pressed his mouth to hers ceasing her rant before it went any further. Yes, she’d been inappropriate, but he’d never been so happy to be propositioned in his life. Though he knew all sexual experiences ended up frustrating and incomplete for him, he wanted her like he’d never wanted anyone before.
    Her mouth was soft and pliable under his. Using his tongue, he pressed through her closed lips until their tongues met. Wendy smelled like heaven, like a million delicious scents that had occasionally wafted through the windows of other people’s homes when he’d been growing up—cinnamon, vanilla, rosemary. He couldn’t name them all, but each smell served only to make his already throbbing cock harder.
    He’d meant only to kiss her, nothing further. He hadn’t wanted her to think he didn’t desire her. The kiss was supposed to have been “just a taste,”’