stomach cradling his erection. Shit. And she was waking up, too.
Izzy moaned, the sound full of sleep and far too sexy for
his own good. A moment later she’d rolled properly into his chest and was
blinking her beautiful brown eyes up at him drowsily. It was only then that
Darr realized he’d wound both of his arms around her at some point in the
night. Dammit.
“Morning,” Izzy said with a small, tempting smile. “Thank
you … for staying with me.”
“You don’t need to thank me,” he said, hoping she was too
asleep to notice the difference in his voice. Damn did he want her. Having her
voluptuous body pressed against him was delicious torture.
Izzy frowned and adjusted her arms until she could frame
his face in her palms. “I do,” she insisted.
Darr pulled in a breath and did his best to will her to
back off. But his heart wasn’t in it this morning and when her fingers stretched
to touch his hair, he snapped. His arms tightened around her and he crushed his
lips to hers hungrily.
Izzy moaned against his lips and buried her hands in his
hair as she gave into his kiss, even opening her lips for him before he could
demand entrance. He took full advantage of the offering and swept his tongue
inside, finding she tasted every bit as sweet and enticing as he’d imagined. He
tangled one hand in her hair as the other slid down to cup her ass. With one
little tug she was rocking against him and sliding her tongue along his
simultaneously. The reciprocated desire in her kiss surprised him and made it
impossible to pull away.
Darr growled into her kiss, grabbing her top thigh and
pulling it over his hip as he rolled her beneath him.
Izzy gasped when he released her lips in order to dip his
head and trail kisses down her throat. She responded by curling her arms around
his back, holding on and continuing to arch her hips into his rhythmically.
Damned woman was going to have him coming in his pants if she kept that up.
Fortunately—or un fortunately,
whichever the case was—that was when his sensitive ears picked up the sound of
Izzy’s temporary roommates approaching the cabin.
With a growl of frustration Darr tore his lips from Izzy’s
neck and rolled off her, leaving his body instantly cold and his dick aching.
Still catching her breath, Izzy rolled onto her side to
look at him. “Darr?”
He looked away and sat up, swinging his feet to the floor.
“Your friends are coming.”
“Oh.” Izzy flopped onto her back and from the corner of his
eye he saw her chest rise and fall in a long, deep breath. “Damn.”
His lips twitched with the urge to grin at their shared
sentiments, but instead he turned an arched brow in her direction. She
immediately flushed and he had to dig his stubs of nails into his palms to keep
from falling on her. Instead he asked, “How’s your head?”
Izzy blinked at him for a moment before propping herself up
on her elbows and gently prodding around on her head. “Better,” she finally
said at about the time the key hit the door.
Darr nodded briefly and stood. “I’ll be outside if you need
me.” He grabbed his shoes, doing his best to pretend he didn’t see her pout,
and vanished as the door swung open.
****
The remnants of a headache and soreness in her shoulder
that Izzy had to deal with for most of the rest of the day were nothing
compared to the tingling in her lips or the ache between her legs. And she
wanted to confide in her two best friends, she really did, but she couldn’t.
Not on this. Human-demon relationships were generally frowned upon in society
and Britt already disliked him as it was. Besides, Izzy was pretty sure Darr
wouldn’t want it gossiped about. The problem was that on her own Izzy didn’t
know how to interpret that kiss.
Does it even qualify
as a ‘kiss’?
It had been so sensually intense, and escalated so quickly,
that Izzy felt like they’d practically started at third base. The very memory
of his tongue sliding around her mouth,