Page 87 of Demon Loved
“We certainly did.” His gaze caught hers, and she thought she might get lost in those smoky hazel-green depths.
Depths that now seemed to hold a certain heat that she was pretty sure hadn’t been there a moment earlier.
To her dying day, she knew she would never be able to say for sure which one of them moved first.
In the end, it probably didn’t matter.
What mattered was that in the next moment, his arms were around her, pulling her close, and his mouth was on hers, warm and slightly sweet, with not a hint of morning breath.
She supposed there was something to be said for being with a guy who looked human but wasn’t. Not quite, anyway.
The embrace lasted for a long moment, but then Brianna moved, sinking back against the pillows so he lay on top of her. Although he still wore his T-shirt, the jeans were long gone, and there was no denying the hardness of him against her leg, his obvious arousal.
Well, that part seemed to be pretty human, too.
He paused, though, and stared down into her face, his expression earnest and oddly sweet at the same time.
“Is this…is this what you want?”
“More than anything,” she replied. “Honestly, the only reason I didn’t jump your bones last night was that I was just too damn tired.”
A brush of a kiss against her cheek, and then he smiled. “But now we are both rested.”
“Yes,” Bree said, “we are.”
And she grabbed hold of his T-shirt so she could pull it up and over his head, could take a moment to savor the perfection of his muscled body in the warm morning light filtering in from the living room.
The Collector might have been a raging dickbag, but he’d definitely conjured a gorgeous human form for Belshegar.
But she banished all thoughts of their enemy, because in that moment, all she wanted was to think of the man she loved, the surprisingly expert way he kissed her…the way his hands moved down to tug at the hem of her tank top and then pull it over her head.
His hands moved over her breasts, just the slightest bit hesitant, as though he still wasn’t sure if she was ready to go any further than this.
“I want to,” she told him in a whisper. “If — if you do.”
“Very much so.” He paused, and a hint of a wicked smile touched a corner of his mouth. “I learned something of what this is about when Elena would watch movies late at night that her grandmother had forbidden her. It was…educational, if somewhat embarrassing from time to time.”
Brianna could imagine. Lord knows it had been awkward enough when she was watching a movie with her parents when she still lived at home and a sex scene popped up out of nowhere.
But there was nothing awkward or embarrassing about being here like this with Belshegar. No, it was perfect, the culmination of a desire that had its origins in that very first moment when she’d seen him standing on the sidewalk outside the Caduceus Cellars tasting room.
She ran her fingers through his thick hair and pulled him close to her again, and this time his tongue moved across her nipple. A gasp escaped her throat, and she lay back and savored the exquisite sensation for a moment…until other parts of her body let her know they wanted attention as well.
Carefully, she guided his hand to the waistband of her yoga pants, and he took hold of it — and the panties beneath — and slid them down her legs. Soon enough, they’d landed on the floor, and his warm fingers brushed against her thighs and then slid up to her mound. For just a moment, he hesitated, as if he still wasn’t sure this was what she wanted.
“Yes, Belshegar,” she whispered. “It’s fine.”
He touched her then, fingers gentle and yet urgent at the same time, and she gasped again, closing her eyes so she could savor the pulses of pleasure moving through her, so much more intense than anything she’d experienced during foreplay before.
Not so surprising, she supposed. Those other times, she hadn’t been with Belshegar.
As he continued to stroke her and suckle her breast, those waves of pleasure grew stronger, and she knew it wouldn’t be very long now. She put one hand on top of his, letting him know this was exactly right, that it was perfect in every way.
Warmth flared all through her, spreading out from her core and moving through every limb. She cried out, gasping, and he held her as she rode the orgasm, breath finally slowing as she let her head fall against the pillows.
“Wow,” she said, and he smiled.
“I assume that was all right?”
