Page 4 of Devil Wears Nada
“That was the plan,” he breathed, arching against me. “I was beginning to think I’d have to be more obvious.”
“How could you possibly be more obvious?” I demanded, my hands finding his hips through the thin silk.
“I could have done this.” And then his mouth was on mine, and holy fuck—if I’d thought he was supernaturally gorgeous, it was nothing compared to how he kissed. His lips were soft but demanding, tasting faintly of something exotic I couldn’t place. When his tongue slid against mine, I heard the distinct crack of my workroom mirror splintering.
I pulled back just enough to see his face, flushed with desire, those otherworldly eyes glittering.
“Still think I’m delusional?” he asked, rolling his hips against mine.
“I think I’m the one who’s lost my mind,” I muttered, then kissed him again, harder this time.
Chapter 2
Van moaned into my mouth, his hands sliding under my shirt with urgent need. His fingers were slightly cool against my skin, tracing patterns that seemed to ignite every nerve ending.
“You’ve been thinking about this since you saw me on the road,” he whispered against my lips. “I could see it in your eyes.”
“Shut up,” I said, but there was no heat in it—or rather, there was an entirely different kind of heat.
I untied his robe, letting it fall open to reveal all of him. In the golden afternoon light of my workroom, he was even more stunning. His body was a masterpiece of planes and curves, muscle and grace. I ran my hands down his chest, marveling at the perfection of him.
This can’t be real,I thought.No one looks like this.
“I assure you, I’m very real,” he said, as if reading my mind. He tugged at my shirt. “Though I’m feeling somewhat disadvantaged in the clothing department. Again.”
I let him pull my shirt over my head, feeling suddenly self-conscious. I was fit enough—hauling fabric bolts and dress forms kept me in decent shape—but next to his supernatural perfection, I felt… ordinary.
“Oh,” he breathed, running his hands over my chest and shoulders with genuine appreciation. “Look at you. All that beautiful warm skin, hiding under boring clothes.”
Before I could respond, he dropped to his knees in one fluid motion. He looked up at me as his fingers worked my belt, his expression hungry and eager.
“I’ve been wanting to taste you since I got in your car,” he said, his voice a low purr that vibrated through me.
I should have stopped him. Should have taken a moment to process the absolute insanity of the situation. Instead, I threaded my fingers into that impossibly silky black hair and watched as he freed my now painfully hard cock from my jeans.
“Mmm,” he hummed appreciatively, “even your cock is pretty.”
And then his perfect mouth was on me, and coherent thought became impossible. Van didn’t approach oral sex like a mortal man—he worshipped, devoured, savored. His tongue did things that seemed physically impossible, swirling and pressing in patterns that had me gasping and gripping his hair tighter than I meant to.
He pulled off just long enough to gasp, “Yes, pull my hair. I like it when you lose control.”
In the corner of my eye, I saw the small mirror on my supply shelf crack into a spiderweb pattern. The evidence of his arousal only turned me on more.
I’m getting blown by an actual demon prince,I thought wildly,and he’s breaking my mirrors because he likes it so much.
Van took me deeper than should have been physically possible, his throat working around me in waves of pleasure. When I looked down, the sight of those supernatural eyes looking up at me, filled with lust and mischief, nearly undid me.
“Fuck, Van, I’m going to—”
He pulled off with an obscene pop, his lips slick and swollen. “Not yet,” he commanded, rising to his feet in a single graceful movement. “I want more than that for our first time.”
He turned, placing his hands on my cutting table, and looked back at me over his shoulder. The robe hung from his elbows, framing his perfect ass like a work of art.
“Show me what mortals do when they really want someone,” he challenged.
I was on him in an instant, pressing against his back, my cock sliding between his perfect cheeks as I kissed and bit at his neck. He moaned, pushing back against me.
“Tell me you have lubricant,” he gasped. “I may be supernatural, but this body is temporarily bound by certain mortal limitations.”
