Demons Prefer Blondes (Demons Unleashed #1)(73)

Gazing up at him with those disarming hazel eyes, she licked her lips. Then she frowned. His heart plummeted.

“What is it?”

She rolled her lip between her teeth. “I’m still wearing my jeans.” Crawling toward him, she reached out to graze the tip of his erection. “And you’re naked.”

Her fingertips traced along his engorged length. Each throb of his cock sent him closer to the breaking point. It took all his willpower to reach down and pull her hand away, but any more and he’d explode. And he wasn’t quite ready to explode yet. Not until she was satisfied first.

Still holding her hand, he climbed on the bed next to her. With his free hand, he traced his fingers across her breasts and the rosy nubs. She sucked in a ragged breath, her hips arching. He wanted to drive her mad, like she had him. He wanted her hot and needy.

Molten energy radiated between them, like nothing he’d ever felt before. Energy cracked through the air, sizzling around them. Sweat dampened their bodies, glistening in the pale glow of the overhead lamp.

Fingers tracing down to her stomach, he swirled his index finger around her belly button. With slow methodical strokes, he inched further down. She wasn’t the only one who hurt. He ached so much for her it drove him mad.

“Please, Rafe.” Her eyes widened, the emerald and amber swirling like a tumultuous storm. “I can’t take much more.”

He groaned, deep from his chest. “Neither can I.” He let go of her wrist, allowing her to reach up and pull him against her supple body. Tongues flicking and hands roaming, deep waves of torrid heat consumed them. With a wanton he never knew he possessed, he fumbled with the button of her jeans. Yanking the zipper down, he tugged at the denim clinging to her curves. How he wished he was clinging to her instead.

“I’m not used to modern clothes,” he managed through deep breaths. With a final tug, he tossed her pants to the side. Moving to the undergarments shielding her feminine treasures, he traced his finger along the stretchy band of her white cotton bikini. With a devilish grin, he flicked the band.

A surprised gasp burst from her mouth, her body squirming beneath him. Twisting the fabric in his fist, he yanked them off her body. Yearning pounded its way through his veins. If he thought she was stunning with clothes, naked she was a goddess. A little of Diana’s strength mixed with the passion of Venus. A combination that left him utterly breathless.

In that instance, all he could do was stare and soak up that beauty, take in every curve, every line. With silent appraisal, he let her now shredded panties fall to the floor.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, inching his body up along hers.

With slow teasing strokes, his fingertips traced along her thighs. Each swirl, each stroke fired more sizzling energy into every receptor of his body. If they didn’t do something soon, he’d burst into flames. Her body, soft and supple, grinding and writhing against him didn’t help matters much, either.

“Lucy,” he murmured into her neck as he edged his way up along her body. Kissing down along her neck and collar bone, he allowed his hands to massage the swell of her breast. “I need you.”

Fear clawed its way into his heart. Had he truly said those words? Was he weakening? But he didn’t feel weaker. In fact he felt stronger than ever, like nothing could stop him. And it was all Lucy. Taking control of his thoughts, he pushed them to the far recesses of his mind. His only concern? To have Lucy. Now.

“I need you more,” she growled, hips arching off the bed. With a forceful tug, she ripped her hand from his and yanked him against her body. Flicks of fire lashed out as skin met skin. Sweat sizzled on their flesh as the heat radiated between them. “Now, before I explode.”

Member near bursting, he offered his own growl, deep and needy, from his chest. He knew he shouldn’t but nothing felt so electrifying, so powerful… so right. Every thought of reason left his mind with each throb of his erection. “We shouldn’t—” A hoarse moan ripped from his mouth.

Fingers wrapped fully around his hard length, she flashed a seductive smile, her hazel eyes sparking more desire. “Oh yes we should.”

Any remaining blood flooded down to his cock. Never had he been with such an assertive woman, and it drove him to the brink of explosion. With slow, sweeping strokes, her hand slid up and down his throbbing erection, her smooth skin sizzling against the bulging veins. His body rigid with need, he squeezed his eyes shut and gulped down a strangled breath. He needed her. Now.

Unable to control the desires raging inside, he let out deep rumbling growl. “You’re an enchantress,” he said through a ragged breath. Pushing his body against hers, he took her lips with his. With deep savage strokes, his tongue lashed against hers.

Arching up and grinding her hips against his, she moaned against his lips. Her silky soft hand glided up and down his shaft, driving him over the edge… almost. With great restraint, he reached down and pulled her hand from his near-bursting erection.

“Don’t you want me to touch you?” she whispered with a slow swipe of her tongue along his neck.

“No,” he managed, his thoughts all jumbled.

Her eyelids slanted downward, lashes brushing cheeks. She threw her hands up in the air. “Damn it, Rafe!”

“I don’t want your hands on me.” He caught her wrists in a firm grip and held them above her head, gaze firm, ready, and wanting. Sliding his body up against hers, he traced his tongue across a nipple. “I want more.” Cock poised, ready, and raging with eager excitement, he pressed against her.