Demons Prefer Blondes (Demons Unleashed #1)(70)

“Rafe?” she whispered, trailing her breath along his skin, aching to lure him deeper. Somewhere she desperately wanted him to go. Now she just needed to convince him.

“We’re safe right now, you know.” Tracing her finger along his cheek, she flashed her attempt at a sultry gaze. From his gulp, she guessed it worked. “You’ve warded the house, and Squeaky’s now Serah’s problem. We’re finally alone.”

“We still need to be careful,” he whispered throatily.

“How bad can just one more kiss be?”

Without reservation, she brought her lips to his. Should she close her eyes or keep them open? She’d never questioned herself before. More heat kindled between their skins. She kept them open. That way, she could enjoy the spark of his gaze.

Crushing her to him, he growled, a deep and guttural rumble that sent moist heat flooding deep into her core. She was done for.

“I can’t control myself anymore.” His gaze, full of longing, sent her heart rate skyrocketing. “You’ve enraptured me. And, for the first time ever, I don’t bloody care.”

Bonus! He wanted her. They would discuss this enrapturement later. Now, she had a demon to kiss. “So what do you care for, Rafe?”

“Right now?”

Trailing her finger down his cheek to his chin, she nodded. “Yes. Right now.”

“All I care about is you, your body against mine, and…” he rolled his lip beneath his teeth.

“And?”

He blew out a deep breath, his silver eyes glinting. “Kissing you. There I said it. I want to kiss you.”

“Sounds delightful,” she murmured, toying with the zipper of his jacket. Leaning into his muscled body, she blew a warm breath of air along his earlobe.

The groan he made was music to her ears. She licked her lips, reveling in the ecstasy she was sure coursed through them both.

“That sound turns me on so much.” Her lips feathered against his cheeks, down to his neck. All the while, her hands roamed across the mountains of his pecs and brushed across his black leather jacket. He didn’t need that anymore.

“Why in the hell are you still wearing your jacket?” she asked, inching the zipper down. Allowing her fingers to linger along his arms, she pulled the coat down off his shoulders.

A slow smile curved his lips. “I have no idea,” he murmured, tracing his tongue against the tender skin of her neck. Ahh, yes, he’d found her sweet spot. She melted into him, gasping as pleasure spiked.

With smooth efficiency, he whipped off the coat and flung it across the room. The tall lamp swayed back and forth as the coat sailed past. Ahh, accident averted. Then again, right then she wouldn’t have cared if the house caught fire.

Curling her fingers in his hair, she pulled his mouth to hers. Whoa! It was great having such control over a man. Liberating. She trailed her hands up and down his chest, swirling her fingertips against each rigid plane.

Like the fire that roared in the fireplace across the room, an inferno raged inside her. She hadn’t felt this way in… forever. No one—not even Josh in the five years they dated—gave her this spark, this insane desire. Only Rafe.

She needed him more than ever. The closer his body pressed into hers, the more her desire grew. Her heart thrummed an erratic beat and her breath caught. Now if he would only lower those gorgeous lips of his to hers…

“Rafe, kiss me. I know you want to. I see it in your eyes,” she murmured, nuzzling her cheek against his. “Please?” Flashing him a pleading gaze, she swirled a fingertip against the hard steel of his pec. He sucked in a ragged breath as the pulse bobbed at his throat. Sizzling energy cracked between them. She wouldn’t back down now.

“Lucy,” he murmured, fisting her hair and pulling her face to his. Ahh, it was about time. He took slow tentative nips at first, his lips grazing hers. Even the lightest of touch sent heat pulsing. They were connected… together as one.

Groaning, he pressed his lips firmer against hers, his tongue swirling between her acquiescent lips. Heck, more than her lips were acquiescent.

With care she’d never experienced from a lover, he edged closer, nudging her against the pancake-thin mattress. His hands teased and stroked, sending fire licking across her skin. Flames of need ripped through her veins, edging her on.

“Lucy,” he whispered, tracing his tongue along her ear. “We shouldn’t do this.”

No way were they stopping now, not after they’d gotten this far. “Like hell we shouldn’t.”

Twisting her fingers in his shirt, she ripped it from his body and threw it to the floor. Her eyes widened. Hands of steel! Bonus!

“Oh, God, Lucy,” he said with a ragged breath. He gazed down at the shredded shirt and back up at her. His eyes sparked, not in the gentleness she witnessed earlier, but something all the more primal. Her breath caught as liquid heat pooled in her loins. It was about time. For a brief second, he paused, confusion clouding his gaze.

“What are you waiting for?”

“I wanted to be gentle.” Brushing his hands up her body to stroke the curves of her breasts, he lowered his mouth to her neck. Kisses became licks, then licks became nibbles as the energy grew, to consume them whole. Insane desire throbbed its way through her. If he remained so gentle, she’d burst into flames.

“I don’t want gentle—not now.” They could do gentle later, after they cooled down. And she knew she’d like gentle too. But now, she was too wound up, too hot and bothered.