“No,” I shook my head, “but I know where I can get one.”
“It’s fine. I’ve got one in my pocket.” He thrust his hip in my direction. “Front right.”
“Oh…” my eyes widened.
“Come on,” he urged. “Hurry up.”
The bottom of my dress caught on the edge of the hideous throw rug as I closed the little remaining distance.Stupid dress. Stupid shoes. Stupid Grey.
I stood behind him, snaking my hand into his front pocket. I held my breath, trying to make as little contact as possible while searching for the lighter. My fingers brushed against somethinghuge, and I jerked my hand back.
A low rasp shook Grey’s chest. “Can’t fault a guy for finding you attractive.”
I was glad he couldn’t see my blush. I pulled the lighter from his pocket, but a small part of me wanted to confirm if he was really that big, but I took a step back before I could do anything stupid.
“All right, now what?” The flame flickered to life in my hand.
“Hold it over my hands.”
“I’m sorry…” I hesitated. “What?”
“Just do it,” he snapped. “Please,” he added a touch nicer. No doubt on edge at being trapped in this house again.
“Fine.” I bit out, moving the lighter above his hands. They were massive too. Was every part of him big? I shook my head, trying to clear the dirty thoughts from my mind.
Grey let out a low hiss as I swept the lighter over his left hand, and I swear his fingers flexed.
“It’s working. I think.” I squinted trying to get a better look. “Why is it working?” I asked, unable to look away from the tattoos. The head of a snake rested on the back of his hand, ready to strike a scorpion also inked there.
“The desk thinks the flame is Devin’s magic. Magic isn’t an exact science. There’s always room for interpretation. And if Devin spelled the desk, it wouldn’t be very powerful, anyway.” Grey didn’t miss the opportunity to insult Mr. Whitethorn.
His left hand moved, and before long, both were free.
The wooden floor creaked; someone was coming and fast. Acting on pure instinct, I crashed my lips against Grey’s. If he was startled by my sudden assault on his lips, he didn’t show it.
His lips were softer than I remembered, and I knew instantly I was in big trouble when his tongue tangled with mine. My entire body buzzed with desire, and I clenched my thighs together tightly. His hand tangled in my hair, and the other snaked up my back. Everything else vanished from my mind, and all I could think of was him. How his hands felt on my body and the taste of him in my mouth.
“Oh, dear.” I heard a gasp from the doorway as reality slammed back into place. I tried to pull away, but Grey tightened his grip on my neck and kissed me harder. An audible moan escaped my mouth, and he hungrily swallowed it like a starving man.
Holy shit, I was so turned on. I couldn’t keep my legs from shaking. My entire body was vibrating. Grey’s hair was slightly disheveled—the only indication he’d been involved in our little tussle.
I pried my eyes from the handsome demon to find Mrs. Abbot standing in the doorway, mouth agape.
“Mrs. Abbot.” Horror filled my voice as I tried to detangle my hair.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just came up here to leave this.” She held an envelope in her hand and dropped it on the desk. “You might want to find a more private place.” She gave a coy smile and disappeared down the hall.
If a person could die from humiliation, I would’ve self-combusted.
Grey’s arms tightened around my waist. His chest pressed against my back.
“Let’s finish what we started.” Grey nipped at my ear. I squirmed, trying to wiggle free, my ass shifting against his growing desire.
“I love it when they struggle,” he mused, placing a hand around my neck and tightening it. His nails turned to claws as they slowly pricked at my skin. Not deep enough to leave marks but enough to make me stop squirming.
I was not attracted to dangerous men. I was not attracted to a demon. I was not attracted to Grey, but the wetness between my legs begged to differ.
Light, feathery kisses trailed over the exposed skin of my shoulder, and on instinct, I ground against him. Desperate to feel all of him.
