Page 37 of Demon with Benefits
“I was not—Whatever. You’re one to talk. You were trying to hide your huge boner all casually as if I wouldn’t notice.”
He felt his face crack into a grin. “Oh, it’s huge all right.”
Her eyes rolled. “Of course you would fixate on that.”
“I’m not surprised you noticed.” He leaned into her a little more.
She feigned utter boredom, but he could tell by those heavy-lidded green eyes that she was into it. “Well, yeah, it was kinda hard not to.”
“’Cause it’s so huge, right?”
She groaned. “Because you were sitting right next to me.”
“And you were staring right at it. And rubbing up against me.” His smile was so wide his face hurt. Man, he had fun bugging her. It was his second favorite pastime. The first, well, he’d determined that already.
Her jaw clenched. “I swear to god, you are the most ridiculous, infuriating, obnoxious—”
He cut her off with a kiss. He would show her who was ridiculous, infuriating, and obnoxious.
Okay, so maybe he was. But she still wanted him, so the joke was on her.
He tugged the drink out of her hand and set it down beside his before pressing her up against the counter and kissing her harder.
She melted, the breath escaping her as she draped her arms around his neck and threaded her fingers into his hair. Little tingles raced down his spine. He pried her lips apart and snaked his tongue into her mouth, and his cock jerked against her when she parried back.
“I forgot your tongue’s pierced,” she muttered absentmindedly while they continued to frantically dry hump each other.
“You didn’t notice when I was kissing you before?”
Her head shook. “I was a little distracted.”
“And you’re not now?” He pulled back a little. “Then I’m obviously not trying hard enough.”
Fuck, she was hot. Her cheeks were flushed, her pale skin stained pink, and her eyes... For once, her eyes were sultry and soft, all the sassy attitude seduced right out of them.
“Try any harder and I might start to think you’re desperate,” she teased.
He didn’t have a witty comeback for that, because the truth was, he was pretty desperate.
Not only had he wanted her from the first time he had seen her—brandishing a cleaver and threatening his life—but he also hadn’t had sex in months. Literal, actualmonths.
The only other times he’d gone this long had been back when he was in demon form, spending his days in feeding binges, consuming whatever and whoever crossed his path—
“Whoa, your eyes are glowing.” Iris leaned back. “Don’t go all demonic on me, big guy. I was just teasing.”
He shook his head roughly and then dove back in for the kiss.
Her palms traveled up the inside of his shirt while her tongue tangled with his, flicking against his piercing, and he just knew she would love it if he rubbed it on her clit. Her fingernails scratched and scraped their way up his abs, and she moaned like he was her wet dream come to life. A guy couldn’t help but feel good about that kind of reaction.
She started tugging up his shirt, so he broke the kiss, pulled back, and whipped it over his head, taking a second to toss it onto the table across the room because it was a dope shirt and he didn’t want her dog eating it.
When he turned back to Iris, she was staring at his body with her mouth open.
He grinned. He was really getting a self-esteem boost tonight.
Her gaze dragged back up to his face. “I think you need more tattoos.”
He frowned, glancing down at himself. “Really? Do you see somewhere I could fit them?”
