flower no longer touching her. Her eyelids fluttered open, and her breath whooshed out in surprise to find his face so close to hers. He held the flower out, smiling in a way that melted her insides. “Did you enjoy the touch of that?”
“I did.” If she’d been bolder, she would have asked for more. Instead, she took the flower from his hand and raised it to her nose without taking her eyes from his.
His expression turned molten, suggesting where he wanted to take this. And she wouldn’t stop him. She needed him just as much. There was something to him, a way about him that she wanted to lose herself in, even if for only a moment. She wasn’t stupid to the ways of the world. She’d seen how cruel love could be. Zeke wanted her body, nothing more. Something she was all right with. A relationship with no strings attached was just the thing she needed to get over Layton. Her heart couldn’t handle any more pain.
With that, she gave him a sultry look to egg him on. His gaze smouldered like the fires in Hell. He leaned forward and cupped the sides of her face. “You must decide now if you want this.” He ran his thumb over her lips and licked his own. “Because once I kiss you I won’t stop.”
She was ready to say “Get on with it.” But there was a smidgen of hesitation that had her worried. “I’ve never ... been with a demon.” She looked at the bulge in his pants. “Are ... is everything the same?” Who knew what he had in his jeans?
His deep chuckle sent shivers down her spine. “My body is human in every sense--you won’t find a devil’s pitchfork in my pants.”
She laughed nervously. Well, what could he really expect? Her mouth parted to answer him, but she decided action would speak her point well enough. She closed the distance and kissed his mouth. If she’d doubted how much he wanted her, she didn’t now--his kiss couldn’t lie. His hands tightened around her face as his mouth encouraged in sync with hers. Tongues entwined, lips pressed together firmly. Every touch sent tingles straight to her center and caused heat to build between her thighs.
After a final swipe of her tongue, he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and bit down very gently. He released it, still holding her face in his hands. His eyes bore into hers in a way no man had ever looked at her before. His eyebrow arched up suggestively. “Bryanna, are you ready to play with fire?”
“Holy earthquake, am I ever!”
Chapter Four
Zeke didn’t know what had changed in Bryanna, why she suddenly showed interest, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was the lust in her eyes. He reached out and trailed a finger along the same path as the flower. He ran his fingers up her arm as little shivers escaped her. He wouldn’t dare take his eyes off her, not now, not when the remnants of her reservations had begun to fade.
The flower had been purposeful. He knew if he used her element on her, it’d likely arouse her. Maybe that simple gesture had been what stirred her so, or maybe no one had ever touched her in a way that would please her. He suspected it was the latter and was all too glad to touch her any way she wanted.
At her collarbone, he ran his fingers along the prevalent bone and trailed over the curve of her breast. She sighed. Even to be touched in such a manner seemed foreign to her. It only confirmed he needed to progress at a slow pace. He was well aware that she was using him right now to make herself feel better. Not that he minded, but he did wonder if he’d ever be granted the right to be with her like this again. In any case, he wasn’t about to waste the moment. She was so responsive, and he enjoyed that.
“You’re a very beautiful witch, Bryanna.” He took her mouth again, marvelling in her wet kiss. Her mouth followed his movements without hesitation. She let him lead the way. He liked it for now, but if she let him do this again with her, he would show her she could demand as well. It all