He stared into her eyes. Ancient eyes. Mysterious. “No,” he agreed, “you sure as hell aren’t.”
“I can be dangerous—I don’t want to hurt you—”
Was the woman trying to warn him off? Because it was far too late for that. “You won’t.” He eased down in front of her, bending to his knees.
“Todd? What—”
“God, but I need you, Cara, I need you.”
She touched his cheek, her fingers moving in a featherlight caress. “It really doesn’t matter to you, does it?”
He turned his hand. Pressed a hot kiss against her palm. “Demon, woman, both are mine.” He stared up at her. “Just don’t ever even think about making me prey.”
“I never would.” Her lips curved again and her stare softened as she gazed down at him.
“Good.” They would have a hell of a lot more to hash out later. But that would all come, later.
Now, he wanted her. They were alone, and his cock felt like it was going to burst.
He hiked up her skirt a little more, found the small silk of her panties. He pressed a kiss to the crotch of the underwear, putting his lips close to her covered sex and enjoying the soft feel of woman and silk against his mouth.
But he knew he wanted more.
They wouldn’t have long. Someone would look for them eventually. Track him down. Demand explanations.
Fuck that.
He caught the edge of her panties with his teeth. Tugged until the seam broke. Heard the delicious sound of her laughter.
Damn, but the woman had made him into a walking hard-on.
She spread her legs for him, needing no urging. He touched her sex. Found her creamy and ready. Just the way he wanted her. Edging closer, he curled his fingers around the firm cheeks of her ass. Her hips rocked forward, and his mouth claimed the hot core of her body.
His tongue slid over her clit and a shudder rocked her. So good.
Yet it could be even better.
One hand slid down the curve of her ass, and his fingers curled between her legs. Found her tight opening. Todd pushed his index finger inside her.
Licked.
Another finger. Thrust harder.
A lick.
Then a slow suck on her tight point of need.
Her sex clenched around him.
Oh, hell, yes.
“Todd!”
A demand. Her fingers were buried in his hair. She pulled the strands once. Hard.
Growling, he lifted his head, tasting her, wanting more, and—
The lust on her face drove the breath from his lungs. The raw need.
The same need he felt.
He was up in a instant, hands flying to the buckle of his belt. Their fingers met, fought, and somehow they managed to get the top of his pants undone and his cock out.
He couldn’t wait to be balls-deep in her.
Todd grabbed Cara, spun her around, and lifted her onto the old table in the middle of the room. The table groaned beneath her, the faded wood protesting, but right then, Todd didn’t give a shit.
If they’d ended up on the ground, he wouldn’t have cared. As long as he’d was inside her…
Her legs were open, the pink folds of her sex glistening and tempting him. He caught his cock in one hand. Lodged it against that creamy slit.
“Now, love,” she whispered.
He thrust as deep as he could go.
Their eyes met.
He withdrew.
Thrust.
Again. Again. Again.
He covered her mouth to muffle her moans.
To muffle his own.
His thrusts shoved the table across the floor. Cara held on to him, her fingers digging into his arms, her nails scoring his flesh.
He felt her come, that same, wild, mad fury of passion that was hers, his. That joining that he didn’t understand, but longed for with every breath.
Then he was coming, his semen pumping deep into her as he stiffened and fought to hold on to his sanity.
Her hand moved, drifted to his heart.
The pleasure seemed to double. Burning through him, to her, back to him.
The room swirled around him in a flash of colors. His body quivered, his breath panted out.
When the orgasm ended, he lifted his lips, pressed a kiss to her cheek. Tasted tears.
Cara stared up at him, and her skin was so beautiful it almost hurt to look at her with that magic light spilling from her—from the inside, out.
Energy pumped through his veins. The power she’d given to him.
Given, not taken.
The salt of her tears seemed to burn his mouth. “Cara?” He’d known only pleasure, and he’d thought she had, too.
Her lips parted. Then the hand still over his heart pushed against him. Pushed him away.
No. He didn’t want to retreat from her. Not yet.
But she was pushing him, and time had run out. The passion had barely been sated, but he’d have her again.
Soon.
He eased away from her, hating the loss of the tight clasp of her body, but he’d already taken enough risks. Losing his control at the station—there were too many eyes in this place.
Both human, and as jerk-ass Niol had so recently pointed out, Other.
“Th-there’s something I have to tell you.” She stood, and the dress fell right back over her flesh.
Damn it.
He righted his clothes with a jerk. “I’m not apologizing for that.”
Her eyes narrowed for a second, then widened with understanding. “Good.”
He blinked.
She stepped away from him. “I-I should have told you this sooner.”
The sound of footsteps echoed in the hall.
Time was definitely almost up.
He caught sight of her panties on the floor. Scooped them up. Enjoyed the feel of the cool silk against his fingers. “We need to think of a cover story. All those cops saw what you did and—”
She waved a hand dismissively. “Most won’t remember.”
“What?”
“The human men won’t. The demons, well, they won’t care.”
“And the women?”
Frustration flashed across her face. “Tell them I hit the guy when we kissed.”
The footsteps were louder now. Closer.
“Tell them whatever you want! It doesn’t matter!” Her hands fisted. “But you have to know, there’s something I should have told you before.”
Now the woman wanted to make some kind of confession? And he’d always heard men were the ones with the piss-poor timing. “Look, we need to—”
“I-I did something once. Crossed the line—that weak line between right and wrong.”
“What?”
Her eyes shifted back to blue as she stared at him. “I—ah, damn, this is hard.” Her shoulders straightened. “But you deserve to know.”
Oh, Jesus, what was the woman about to reveal? And why were his guts twisting into knots?
Because what she’s about to say is going to be bad, real bad.
It didn’t take psychic powers to figure that one out.
“Cara…”
A door slammed. Sounded like it was just a few feet away. Someone had to be in the small hallway now, heading straight for them. “This can wait, when we’re someplace secure—”
“No! You have to hear this.” She grabbed his arm. “Todd, I-I’ve used my powers before, deliberately to hurt—”
“Cara…”
“To try to kill.”
The door to the interrogation room flew open. Todd turned to see Gyth standing in the doorway, and one look at those glittering eyes was all it took for Todd to know that his partner had just heard his lover’s confession.
Shit.
Chapter 14
“Not another word, baby, not without a lawyer.” Todd’s face was rock hard. His voice grim.
“No, you need to hear this.” Screw his partner. Todd deserved to know about her. All about her. When he’d touched her earlier, kissed her, it had been so much more than just sex.