Demons Like It Hot (Demons Unleashed #2)(35)

He didn’t want to stop.

He moved his mouth lower, nibbling on her lip. Tongue-laving against the rosy softness of her skin turned to nipping. He moved his mouth lower, to her chin. The pulse at her neck thumped. He was doomed. He didn’t care.

Without further thought, he traced his tongue along her neck. Flicking and flitting, he swept his tongue along the pulsing vein. Right to the tip of her earlobe. His hands worked up and down her body, tracing the curves of her full breasts.

Another tiny moan reverberated against his lips. Her hands moved to the collar of his linen shirt and to the first button. With eager ministrations, she plucked it open. Tracing fingertips through his exposed chest hair, she moved to the second button and inched open the wrinkled shirt. Roving hands over his pectorals, her fingers brushed against his scar. The one scar that had brought him into the life as a soulless demon. His body jerked in response. He couldn’t let her touch him there. The one part of his body that could corrupt her own.

This isn’t right.

With an abrupt pause, he pulled away. He would not risk her innocence. And from the way her hands moved against his skin, that was where they were heading.

He steeled himself for the slap that was soon to follow.

It never did. Serah backed away, speechless. Curls cascading around her face, she brought her fingertips to her swollen lips. She flexed and unflexed her fingers. Her body trembled.

“I’m sorry, Serah.”

“What just happened?” she whispered.

“I kissed you.”

She narrowed her blue eyes into a penetrating glare. “Don’t f*cking do that again.”

You better believe it. That was one thing he’d never let happen again, no matter how much he wanted it. It was too dangerous. Even if they had a past. To be good at your job, you needed to keep your emotions in check. He couldn’t let her get under his skin.

She blew out a long sigh and brushed a stray curl from her cheek.

Then again, perhaps she was already there… eating away at his heart.

Her body continued to shiver. She wrapped her arms around her body. God, this was too much.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No.”

He needed to wipe her memory again. But with both the necklace and watch, how easy would it be? Even with the watch, it seemed his charm was fading. She was getting stronger. It was only a matter of time before she remembered everything.

“Did something happen?”

“Yeah, something happened.” With that, she spun around and stormed down the hallway and slammed a door behind her.

It was too late. She already remembered. His mission was doomed.





Chapter 15


Something happened, all right. She liked it too much.

Scraping a hand through her hair, she leaned against the door. She could still feel his lips, hot and hard, on hers. His tongue fencing with hers. His body, all corded and sinewy, pressing against her. His scent. How could she have missed that exotic smell before. Like citrus, ginger, and other exotic spices. It was sensual, it was delicious. It was—familiar?

She would have never forgotten such a scent. It was a strong scent, but not overpowering, like some of those colognes men doused themselves with. Not cloying at all. It drove her crazy. She wanted more.

She’d smelled it before.

“Damn it! I’m going crazy.” She’d never seen him before today. But that scent…

Heck, she’d had a long day. She needed sleep. She needed to get his intense dark gaze, his chiseled abs and pecs, and those huge hands out of her thoughts.

Her naughty side licked her lips. Impossible!

She stalked over to her dresser and yanked open her drawer. She pulled out her favorite silk cami and traced her fingertip along the delicate creamy lace scalloping. Would Matthias like it?

Arrgh! She thrust the offending fabric back into her drawer and grabbed a pair of black cotton shorts and a T-shirt instead. She yanked off her sweater and jeans and quickly changed.

Looking down at the light blue T-shirt, she grimaced.

“What’s cookin’ hot stuff?” was scrawled across her breasts in big, bold, hot-pink sweeps.

She silently cursed Lucy for buying it for her.

Oh well, no one except her could see the silly shirt. She’d make sure of it. She sprinted back to the door and pushed in the button, locking the room against unexpected visitors—especially those of the male variety.

Then again, Matthias could just poof his way in. Oh hell, it was useless.

Then again, she had her grandmother’s necklace and watch now. Maybe they could help keep that putrid demon at bay.

Seriously, you’re going to keep this Fitness magazine cover model from coming in? Where’s your sense of adventure?

“It died nearly a year ago.”

Great. She was talking to herself again. How would she survive the meeting with Daniel Blackburn tomorrow with him lingering around. She wouldn’t be able to concentrate. She’d end up making a fool of herself. Her chance at exposure was doomed. And the producer hadn’t even stepped into her kitchen yet.

“What the heck am I going to do?” she whispered.

He might have had a job to perform, but she did too. She couldn’t afford to fail, not when the thing she loved most was at stake.

She loved to cook. She’d be damned if she’d let some walking hunk of a demon tell her she was meant for something else.