Dark Desires After Dusk (Immortals After Dark #6)(34)

She huffed to her cell phone, unplugging it from the charger.

“Who are you calling?”

“The one I should be confiding in, instead of the mercenary demon who cares more about how my hair smells than my feelings!”





15





Visiting family?” Tim said, incredulous. “In Memphis? But you don’t like to travel.”

She moved the cell phone to her other ear. “A bit of an emergency cropped up. Everything’s fine, but I thought I should be there.” In a bid to change the subject, she said, “So tell me, how’s the conference going? Is California nice?”

Cadeon prowled the room. Okay, there’s no way around it now. The demon had been making advances toward her and now seemed jealous. But why?

Holly was exponentially younger than he was, and she wasn’t a traffic-stopping beauty like N?x. Holly was the cute geek. Not the immortal femme fatale.

She and Cadeon just didn’t fit. She wasn’t from his world and made no secret that she had no interest in joining it . . . .

“Our papers were well received,” Tim said. “Very much so. I just wish you could be here.”

Holly experienced a flare of annoyance that he’d enjoyed all the accolades. She was the stronger mathematician, and they both knew it.

She stilled. Where had that come from? She’d never felt so tetchy with him before. Here was yet another example of her transitioning into something she’d rather not be.

“I miss you,” he said, making her feel even guiltier for getting irritated.

“I miss you, too,” she said. At her words, Cadeon sat, then immediately stood, pacing again.

“Are you still working on your code?” Tim asked. “I didn’t see anything uploaded.” They shared an online account to backup their work and religiously uploaded every night.

“I’m starting back first thing tomorrow.”

“The sooner you get it done—”

“I know, I know. The sooner I’m a doc.” He was always so incredibly supportive, pushing her to reach her dreams.

In a lower voice, he said, “I can’t wait to see you again, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. Why had she never noticed before that Tim often called her that endearment? “I know. I can’t wait either.”

Cade slammed into the bathroom, exiting short moments later looking like he’d splashed his face with water. “Hang up,” he bit out before she could mute the phone.

“Who was that?” Tim said.

“A . . . cousin of mine.”

“I didn’t know you had any cousins.”

“Me neither, not until recently. Finding branches of my family that I’d had no idea about.” When Cadeon began striding toward her, she hurriedly said, “But I have to go now. Call you later?”

“Yes, of course. Be safe—”

Cadeon snatched the phone from her, braving her outraged slaps. “Holly’s kissing cousin here,” he said. “Sorry, Todd, the chit’s going to have to ring you back in a week or two.”

When he hung up on Tim, she snapped, “How dare you! All you’re supposed to do is keep me safe—that’s what you’re getting paid for. Explain to me what kind of danger there was in talking to him!”

“No danger,” he said, looming over her until they were toe to toe.

They were both breathing heavily. He was so imposing, seeming to take up the very air she needed, making it hard to concentrate.

“Then why?”

“Maybe I’ve watched the two of you together enough to know you’d be throwing away all your passion on him.”

“That’s not your place to say! N?x told me you’ve been hired to transport me to the sorcerer—nothing more, and nothing less.”

He looped his arm around her waist, holding her even when she beat her fists against his rock-hard chest. “That might be true, but it doesn’t mean I can’t let you know when you’re making a mistake.”

“Fine. Your opinion is noted,” she said, keeping up her fruitless efforts to get away. “Now let me go!”

“I don’t think you’re getting the picture. Maybe I need to demonstrate what it’s supposed to be like with a male.”

Before she could react, he’d cupped her face and bent down, slanting his mouth over hers. The heat of his lips sent shivers radiating through her, stunning her. She was too shocked to move, to breathe . . . .

His tongue teased between her lips, coaxing her to open her mouth and accept his kiss. The sensations were unfamiliar, pleasing.

After a moment, she . . . did.

He used his tongue to stroke against hers so sensuously, quelling her need to get free. She found her fists loosening, her palms resting docilely on his chest.

Holly never would have suspected the rough mercenary’s kiss would be so erotic, so languid and hot. She couldn’t stop herself from giving a tentative kiss back. He groaned against her mouth, so she did it again, getting caught up.

When she squeezed the muscles of his chest in fascination, he pressed her back against the wall with his body. Deepening the kiss, he effortlessly stoked her arousal to a fever pitch.

He broke away, but only to trail his lips along her neck. “That’s it, pet,” he rasped with a lick against her skin. “Let me kiss you. I’ll do it till your toes curl.”