Demons Prefer Blondes (Demons Unleashed #1)(20)
“You know not what you do,” he whispered, lacing his fingers through her choppy hair. His breath teased her lips.
“Enlighten me, then.” Her hands moved down his shoulders to splay against his back. “I need an instructor to teach me the ins and outs of becoming a sex demon.” And as far as she could tell, the bulge in his pants said he’d be a very willing one, too. With a small sigh, she pressed her overheated core against his erection.
“Your need for sexual energy has clouded your judgment, Lucy. You’ll find no nourishment in lying with another demon.” Despite his stony words, he traced a long finger down her cheek.
“I just want to kiss,” she whispered. But if he wanted to do more, she wouldn’t object. She turned her head and swirled her tongue around the tip of his finger. “Please?”
Rafe groaned from deep inside his chest as he crushed her against him. She enveloped herself in the warmth of his steely chest and brought her lips to his. She wouldn’t be denied. With as much confidence as she could muster, she pressed her lips closer to his and traced her tongue along the crease. Red hot heat raced from her tongue through her entire body. What a rush!
To her utter delight, Rafe returned the kiss. Rough, yet gentle, his tongue pushed its way against her lips and swept inside her mouth. Electricity crackled in the air and rippled through their bodies. Her mouth, in total acquiescence, parted, allowing him even further access. Then again, it didn’t need that much prodding. Despite being a demon, he tasted delicious, like exotic spices and peppermint. How odd. Not wanting to dwell on demon dental hygiene, she intensified the kiss.
Her tongue snaked along his and instant friction sizzled inside their mouths. If touching the chest was the best thing ever, then this was the absolute best-est. It was like their mouths were made for each other, swirling in a delicious tango of tongues.
Screw the tango. She wanted a full-out Lambada. Rafe obviously did too—he grew harder against her. Poor pants, if he got any bigger, they would certainly split. Try to explain that to a tailor!
Taking Rafe’s lower lip into her mouth, she nibbled and sucked with more hunger than she knew she possessed. To her surprise, he wrapped his arms around her and eased her onto the futon. Yum! A take charge kind of guy. She wouldn’t complain.
He moved from her lips down to her neck and swirled his tongue along her ear. She shivered in intense pleasure as he nibbled and sucked. Oh boy! He’d found her sweet spot.
Holy hotcakes!
“If you keep doing that,” she breathed out. “I’ll need more than just a kiss.”
She allowed her hand to run down his granite-like pecs to the eight-pack that were his abs, and lower to the muscles just above his waistline. Locating the buttons on his fly, she fumbled with them. Just her luck! He wasn’t making this easy for her at all.
“Lucy,” he murmured in her ear. With dexterity, he inched his hands up under her T-shirt and swirled his fingers against her skin. Oh dear! Cupping her breasts through her cotton bra, he traced her nipples lightly through the fabric.
Moving back to her mouth, he devoured them with as much hunger as she felt. Her lips were a feast for his taking, and she didn’t care. He lashed his tongue within her mouth as his hips undulated against hers.
This would be more than a kiss.
Her body zinged with that knowledge. With a savagery she didn’t know she possessed, she ripped open Rafe’s fly, sending the buttons shooting in every direction. Definitely gave new meaning to button-fly. Metal buttons, to boot! Yep, she was clearly worked up.
Rafe grabbed her arms and pulled them away. “No.” His voice, despite his desire, came out firm. “We cannot.” Grasping her hands over her head, he continued the kiss. She couldn’t fault him, and this commanding role really turned her on. He lowered his mouth to hers, gently swirling his tongue against her lips. She arched her hips into his, rubbing them against his erection. He certainly knew how to prolong the effect. This was definitely what she’d been missing the last ten years of her life. She’d never felt so empowered, ever. Wrapping her legs like a giant vice around Rafe’s waist, she thrust upward. “Please.”
Whoa! She was horny to the infinite power.
“Holy shit!”
The sound of Serah’s voice filling the room sent the heat right from her body. Lucy glanced down at Rafe’s package. It went from his big friend to his little friend in a flash. She attempted an icy glare at her friend. “Do you mind?”
Serah simply rolled her eyes. “Get a room already.”
“Kind of hard when someone’s already crashed it.” With a reluctant sigh, she pulled herself from Rafe’s embrace and sat against the hard cushion of the futon. Was this thing made in the Middle Ages? It would’ve made an excellent rack.
“So much for your demon story,” Serah said, flashing Rafe a wink. “Didn’t you say demons weren’t affected by the succubus charm?” She threw her head back in laughter. “Man, you two were stuck together like Super Glue.”
Lucy glared at her friend. “Don’t make me put that glue on your lips.” And, being an owner of a hair and nail spa, she had plenty of it.
Rafe grunted, fumbled with his fly, then grunted some more. Grunting men weren’t supposed to be attractive. She remembered Tim the Tool Man and his buddy Al and cringed. But there was something sexy about Rafe’s grunt that caused warmth to spread throughout her body. And she enjoyed every minute of it.