Demons Prefer Blondes (Demons Unleashed #1)(72)

“Who’s that?”

Sliding up his body, she smiled. With a sly grin, she lowered her mouth to his lips. “You,” she breathed, her breath sizzling against his skin.

“I haven’t had such a need in a long time.”

“You said that already. And just so you know, I’ve never had this need before either.” Her tongue darted from her mouth and traced slow circles along his lips. “So what in the hell are we waiting for?”

A low growl ripped from his mouth, sending her heart thrumming a crazy beat. In a blink, Rafe grabbed her and pulled her against him. His lips ground into hers, hard and demanding, sending her body aflame. Fingers laced in his hair, she closed her eyes and parted her lips. Her tongue lashed against his, quick and hungry. The cool peppermint lingered between their mouths, sizzling against the heat that burned inside.

Like smooth silk, Rafe’s hands slipped down over her breasts to brush against her taut nipples. Taking one of the rosy nubs between his thumb and forefinger, he tugged and twisted. Liquid excitement swirled within her body. Fingernails grazing his chest, she returned the favor, swirling around one of his tender nubs. Taking it between her fingers, she pinched. Never had she been this forward with any man. Then again, none of her previous lovers held a candle to Rafe.

Rafe’s breath of excitement spurred her on. “Oh God,” he murmured as he swirled his tongue down her neck.

“Do you like that?” she asked, raking her fingernails lower down his steely abs.

His eyes clouded over, another moan escaping his lips. “Too much.”

“There’s no such thing as too much,” she said, reaching for his waistband. Curling her fingers around the offending leather—offending mainly because he was still wearing them—she pulled his pants down further to expose the growth of hair that trailed down toward his secret treasure. And she wasn’t one for secrets.

Neither was Rafe, much to her delight. His hands moved with expert precision, swirling over her breasts down to her waist. Hands firmly gripping, he pushed her further into the cushions.

“Mmm,” he murmured as he lowered his head, his breath inches from an aching nub. His tongue snaking around the sensitive peak, he took it into his mouth. Tugging the flesh between his teeth, he nibbled and sucked. Blazing energy ripped through her. Her fingers fumbled with his pants as a loud gasp rent the air.

And in a flash, Rafe ripped his mouth from her engorged nipple. Concern and regret flashed in his eyes. “Did I hurt you?”

Hurt her? What the hell was this man on? “No,” she said through ragged breaths. “But if you don’t do that again, you’ll be the one hurting.” With much gusto, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hauled his face down to her other breast.

His breath danced across her tender skin. With smooth practiced strokes, he swirled his tongue around the areola. Teeth grazing against the swollen nipple, he groaned. “I need you.”

Those three words sent her over the edge. Not to mention, she felt the same exact way.

“Mutual,” she said, her voice breathy. With a flurry of frenzy, she moved her hands back to his pants and scrambled to pull them down off his legs. Thick, corded muscles flexed beneath her fingertips, sending heat flickering between them.

“Do you have somewhere more…” He nipped the tip of a tender nub. “…comfortable?” He stretched his legs, as much as he could on the pancake-thin futon.

She drew circles around those massive quads, reveling in the heat that radiated. With a lick of her lips, she smiled. “My bedroom.”

With reluctance, she pulled her fingers from his ripped legs and pointed down the hallway. She’d only known this man two days, but it was as if their bodies were in tune, like they’d known each other much longer. And, now, here she was, about to bring him into her bedroom for some very private bonding. Not even boring Josh had that luxury in the five years they dated.

“Good,” Rafe said, the hot breath along her ear broke her reprieve. Thank you, Rafe. No way she’d allow memories of Josh to ruin this moment.

Giving her no chance to change her mind, he hauled her up in his arms and bounded from the futon. With a kick of his leg, he sent his pants flying. Wrapping her arms around his neck and lacing her fingers in his silky hair, she allowed him to carry her.

Holding her tight in his ripped arms, he darted across the living room toward the hallway. Lips firmly pressed to his, she kissed him with a hunger she never possessed. Drinking in his minty essence, she traced her fingers across his chest.

Moaning against her mouth, Rafe returned the kiss as he stumbled over a blanket. With a sexy growl, he kicked it out of the way and took determined strides toward the bedroom.





Chapter 20


Regaining his footing, Rafael rushed down the hallway, Lucy clinging to his neck. Protocols be damned. He was too excited to think straight. There wasn’t anything they could do now anyway, at least not until the storm demons let up. Soft curvy breasts crushed against his chest, she snaked her tongue along his lips.

“I love the way you taste,” she murmured, her hands dancing along his shoulders to his chest. His heart hammered with each skilled caress. The erection of the century raged below. He would explode if he couldn’t have her now.

Fumbling with the doorknob, he growled. Shifting Lucy in his arms, he kicked the door open and burst into the room. Soft greens and beiges greeted him as he stormed inside. Quite the opposite from what he expected. Returning his thoughts to the woman in his arms, he strode to the large bed in the middle of the room and deposited her there.