Demons Prefer Blondes (Demons Unleashed #1)(71)

Rafe pressed in closer, his silver eyes glinting with desire. From the size of the bulge nudging her, he was just as turned on.

She took matters into her own hands. With force she was now becoming accustomed to, she flung him back and straddled his hips. Leaning over him, she ground her pelvis against the bulge in his tight leather jeans. It felt so good.

A loud roar, deep and animalistic, burst from him. Sweeping his hands up her body, he pulled her sweater and T-shirt up. Her soft skin sizzled against his rough calloused fingertips.

“I can’t control myself,” he murmured, snaking his tongue along her ear.

“Me neither.” This lack of control spurred her on and pulled her in deeper.

Hauling her against his body, he devoured her mouth like it was his last meal. Lips melded together while tongues clashed, feeding the friction. His hands, rough and strong, kneaded and massaged her sensitive skin as he edged the sweater up. If she thought she was exploding earlier…

“God, those hands,” she murmured. Arching her back, she helped him pull the sweater off. The sooner they got naked, the better. If this was her inner sex demon, then she was more than willing to unleash it. She’d never felt this inferno before, and she didn’t want it to stop.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, tracing a fingertip along the underwire of her plain cotton bra. Ahh well, she knew she should’ve worn that lacy VS number. Now Rafe was stuck with Hanes instead.

“Sorry about the underwear. If I knew we’d be alone…”

He reached up and brushed a strand of her hair from her cheek. “I love it.”

From the swirling of his silver eyes, he spoke the truth. This, of course, sent more rippling energy coursing through her body. Flashing a sultry smile, she threw her head back and ran her fingers through her hair. With a soft moan, she licked her lips.

Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her waist and moved his hands up her back, sending sizzles dancing across her bare skin. Any hotter and it would turn into the Fourth of July instead of Christmas.

“You amaze me. I’ve never been with such an assertive woman before,” he said with a nibble to her ear. Fumbling with the bra hooks, he growled. “I see undergarments haven’t changed much through the ages.”

“Here, allow me.” After all, assertiveness seemed to be a turn-on for him, and she wanted him turned on. With deftness she never knew she had, she slid one hook off, then the other. Slipping the straps off her shoulders, she allowed the cottony material to fall and expose the curves of her breasts. Who would’ve guessed she’d be doing a strip tease for a demon, or that she, herself, was a demon? So surreal yet so damned hot.

“So beautiful,” he said on a broken breath. Tracing his fingertips along the trim of her bra and the tender flesh of her skin, he tugged at the bra and freed her breasts from their cottony restraints. She hadn’t bared herself to a man in so long, she thought she’d be afraid. After all, she was nearing thirty and her body wasn’t near as young as it was five years ago. Strangely enough, with Rafe, she had nothing to fear.

Meeting his turbulent gaze, she took his hand in hers. Tension quivered between them as their hearts matched beat for beat. “What’s the matter?”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Lucy,” he murmured as he brought her hand to his lips. Turning her wrist, he brushed them across her skin with petal soft kisses. “I haven’t done this in over two hundred years.”

Her breath caught and her heart hammered in her chest. “I already hurt.”

His face fell, silver swirling into gray. “I knew we shouldn’t.”

Oh man, no way in hell were they stopping. She took his face in her hands and looked him right in those magnificent silver eyes. “No, Rafe. I hurt for your touch.” She took his hand in hers. With a lick of her lips, she placed his hand on her bare breast. Tingles of heat radiated between them. She needed him, and he needed her too. “Touch me.”

His movements excruciatingly controlled, he traced his fingertips along the undersides of each breast, the rough calluses of his fingers rubbing against her skin sent heated friction through the both of them. His eyes sparked, fueling her already raging desires. If he continued this teasing assault, she’d combust right there on the futon. Then again, was that a bad thing?

She pressed his hand closer. “I’m a big girl. I can take it.”

“Are you certain?” he asked with a quirk of a brow.

Hell yeah, she was. “More than you know.” She traced her fingertips down the planes of his chest to linger along the eight-pack that were his abs. The way those hard muscles tensed and flexed beneath her touch sent shivers of molten ecstasy ripping through her.

With a deep throaty groan, he traced his fingers across the ripened nubs of her nipples. They jutted up and pebbled in eager anticipation at his exploration. “So sexy,” he murmured with a nibble to her neck. Zings of ecstasy erupted inside her.

The energy, hot and voracious, rolled from him, yet he still fought to remain gentle. Time to make his mind up for him. Her fingers darted lower, to trace along the buttons of his fly. Flicking them open, careful not catapult any across the room, she gazed up at him. “Please, Rafe?”

A loud groan burst from his mouth. “You’re a temptress, Lucy.”

“I learn from the best,” she said, popping another button.