She scrunched up her face. “It’s just, I mean, I’ve read a lot about you. You kind of get around.”
What was she getting at? “So?”
“So…” Her gaze faltered. She shifted slightly away from him, her head ducking.
His heart turned over. “You’re beautiful and sexy and smart, Mercy O’Malley. Of course I want you.”
She shrugged, revealing a very smooth shoulder with only a small bra strap over it. “Okay. I just haven’t been around demons, and I just, well, you know.”
The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen was feeling insecure? Sometimes life was fucking crazy. He grasped her arm, rolled onto his back, and tugged her on top of him before settling back down. His cock jumped to life between her legs, where it was wet and warm.
Yep. This was going to kill him.
“Oh,” she breathed, a lovely pink flushing across her face.
He grinned, putting his arm beneath his head so he wouldn’t grab her ass and press her down on him. “Does that answer your question?”
Her lips twitched, and her gaze dropped to his mouth. “Kind of?”
Okay. Just one touch. He caressed her spine with his free hand, enjoying the feeling of her smooth skin. Part of the problem, one he wasn’t sure how to explain, was how adorable she was. “I like you, Mercy,” he murmured. “You’re spirited and sweet and kind of a pain in the ass. Intriguing as hell.”
“So?”
“So?” He wasn’t sure he wanted to face the reality of them. “I warned you, remember? You’re not a casual fling.” The mark on his hand was proof of that. “The males in my family lose their minds over their mates, and I’m trying real hard to remain sane with you.”
“We’re not mates,” she said, her lips moving even closer to his.
Her sense of risk and search for adventure was so at odds with her love for numbers and investments that it just drew him. But she didn’t know demons or vampires, and she had no clue about the fire she was stoking. “I’ve never had anything in this life that was just mine, darlin’.”
She tilted her head to the side, her nose lightly brushing his. “I’m not yours.”
But she could be. “All right. It’s like this.” He rolled them over, pressing her to the bed. Her body cushioned his perfectly. The woman was soft everywhere he was hard, and he wanted nothing more than to explore every inch of her. But she really wasn’t getting him.
Her hands slid over his shoulders and then into his hair. Her smile was all satisfied cat with cream. “Logan,” she breathed. “We’re finally playing.”
Exactly the problem. “Spread your legs, Mercy,” he said quietly.
She paused, tilting her head. Mischief danced across her face, and she opened her mouth to question him.
“Now.” He pressed his cock directly above her clit. Hard.
* * * *
Mercy gasped as mini-explosions rocked through her lower body. She blinked, searching Logan’s eyes for the lazy amusement always lurking there.
No amusement. Nothing lazy. Just a dark intent that sent shivers over her skin.
Swallowing, her heart rate speeding up, she widened her legs.
“Good,” he whispered, a massive shadow over her. “Now take your hands out of my hair.”
She frowned but released his silky hair and curled her fingers over the tight skin of his shoulders. While she wanted to protest, the deep command in his gritty voice compelled her to obey. “You’re—” she started.
“No. No words.” He ground against her again, and she bucked closer, wanting more. “Put your hands above your head, Mercy.”
She didn’t want her hands above her head. She wanted them on his phenomenal body. “No.” The word came out more as a question than a statement. So she scratched her nails into his flesh.
“No?” he asked softly, his head lowering a fraction.
