Sneak Peek: To Kiss a Demon

Sneak Peek: To Kiss a Demon

Book 4: Immortally Sexy

Paige froze, suddenly aware she wasn’t alone in the bedroom anymore.

There was another presence. A dark one. Not from hell…but deserving of it.

Slowly, she moved her arm so she could peek at the room. It was suddenly pitch black, too dark to see anything. But she could feel it. 

Something easing up her bare leg. Something cold. Something evil. Something definitely not human. 

She opened her hand, ready to flare up a fireball as she felt it creep its way along her thigh. The touch was so faint, so light, that she would never have noticed it if she weren’t already so freaked out. 

It inched up her belly, along her ribs to her throat, until the whole front of her body was covered with a flittering itch, like a scratchy blanket, pressing against her, like it was trying to get through her skin. 

She forced herself to wait, to lie still, certain she had only one chance to take it out. No movement until she knew where to hit it. Let it think she hadn’t noticed it. 

But God, she wanted to twitch, to scratch, to kick the creepy feeling off her. Because that’s what it felt like. Nothing more substantial than a feeling. But a really, really bad one.

Her neck tickled, and she felt it creep around her throat, encircling her like a necklace.

Or a garrote. 

Oh, lovely thought.

Then suddenly, instantly, the itch turned to heat, then weight and then flesh. 

A human body. On top of hers. Fingers, crushing her throat.

Her eyes snapped open, and she found herself looking at the face of a man, a man with the blackest eyes she’d ever seen. 

Anger flashed over his face. His hands on her neck softened to a caress. And then she summoned up a blue fireball and slammed it into his side

He cursed and jerked to the right. She shoved him against the wall with a fireball to the chest, then scrambled to her feet.

He was on his feet as fast as she was, his black duster swirling about his calves as he whirled to face her. She hurled another fireball at his face, wincing at the flash of pain in her leg. He ducked and the fireball slammed into the wall behind him, leaving a charred black hole through to the kitchen. Then he was on her, his body slamming into hers.

She plunged a fireball into his back as he tackled her onto the bed, and the charred smell of burned leather drifted up to her nose. 

He pinned her to the bed with his knees, slammed her palms together and crushed them between his hands so she couldn’t pull them apart. 

So she couldn’t shoot a fireball.

Damn. Disarmed just like that. 

Then again, he couldn’t choke her while his hands were occupied with hers. 

Impasse. 

For a moment, neither of them moved. They simply stared at each other, both of them breathing heavily. Paige could make out the lines of his face in the shadowed light. His hair was dark, tousled and thick, and there was a scar on the left side of his jaw that ran down his neck and disappeared under the collar of his black leather jacket. There was the faint twinkle of something next to the edge of his dark tee shirt. A gold chain, maybe? His shoulders were so wide he positively loomed over her, and she could feel darkness vibrating off him, saturating the air around him. 

He was dangerous. Deadly. And…she inhaled and caught a whiff of his scent. It was smoky and dark. Like a campfire. Like woods. Like man. She breathed deeper, drinking his essence into her. She’d never smelled anything like him before. He smelled…right. Like a bone deep, soul shattering right

He leaned closer, his dark eyes searching hers with a desperation that startled her, his grip on her hands still so tight she knew she had no chance of breaking free. He was straddling her pelvis, and he was such a solid, immovable weight across her hips that she’d never get him off.

If he were going to kill her, he’d have to let go, and then she’d act. 

So, she didn’t fight. 

She simply waited for him to make the next move. 

But then he dropped his head, and he pressed his face to her throat and sniffed, his breath a warm tickle on her skin. His hair brushed across her cheek, a fragile caress that coaxed the tiniest sigh from her. 

He froze for a split second, then eased himself back ever so slowly, watching her closely as he settled his weight back on her hips and brought her hands back down to her chest, so his hand rested between her breasts. Not quite touching them, but close. So close. His jaw worked…in frustration? “You’re not her.”

“Her who?”

“Becca Gibbs.” 

Paige frowned. “You came here to kill Becca?”

His grip tightened on her hands, the tendons in his neck tightening. “Where is she?”

“Far, far, away in a place you’ll never find. Lucky for you.” Paige tested his grip on her hands, tugging slightly.

His fingers squeezed hard, immobilizing her, but not hurting her. Just reminding her how strong he was. Then he leaned forward, hovering over her like a big tower of manliness. “I have to find her. Tonight.” He ground the words out, each syllable precise and loaded with threat that wasn’t reflected in the bleakness of his eyes, eyes that were now violet. 

Paige stared into those eyes, into those depths of pain and suddenly realized they weren’t the eyes of a killer. He wasn’t going to kill her. Not now. Not ever. Whatever evil she’d felt before he’d taken his human form was simply gone. No doubt, he was dangerous, but not to her. She relaxed instantly, her body melting under his weight. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you to say please?” 

Surprise flashed over his face. “You want me to say please?”

“You invaded my bedroom, scared the daylights out of me, disarmed me, tossed me on the bed, jumped on top of me, and tempted me with your most delicious scent, all without an invite. Not that I minded, of course. I like a man who takes charge and smells good while doing it.” She grinned at the confused expression on his face. “But I have to object to being bossed around. A little politeness would be nice.” She breathed deeply, basking in his scent. Strangely, now that she knew he wasn’t going to kill her, she actually felt even more attracted to him. Was she a pathetic Rivka or what? Shouldn’t she like a man with death on his mind? “So, anyway, I think I deserve a little respect, quite frankly.”

He worked his jaw for a minute, and she thought maybe she saw the faintest quirk at the corner of his mouth. Finally, he said, “What’s your name?”

“Paige Darlington. You want my rank and serial number, too? My phone number? My birthstone? And you forgot to say please. You might have the broadest chest I’ve ever had looming over me in bed, but you still need to say please.”

One eyebrow went up. “Why are you in Becca’s bed?” He paused. “Please tell me.”

She grinned at the reluctance in his voice, as if he’d never said please in his life. “I think the more important question is why you’re here to kill Becca.” She shifted her hips slightly, and he sank more deeply onto her, crushing her into the mattress. It felt…snuggly. Yeah, that was it. It felt good to have the heat of his body up against hers. 

Annoyance flashed in his eyes, and suddenly they went black again…but more than that, they were cold. Harsh. Empty. 

The eyes of a killer after all.

Well, who knew? It was like evil twin, good twin, all wrapped up in one. 

She felt a shiver of excitement. “You’re one of those boys that doesn’t get brought home to meet the parents, aren’t you?”

“Call Becca. Tell her to come home.”

Paige snorted. “As if.” She wiggled her hips again to see if she could tempt him to press harder against her.

He did. “Stop.”

“No.” She wiggled again, and he shifted so his legs were twisted around hers, completely immobilizing her, covering her with his body from hip to toe. 

He let out a barely audible groan as he settled down on her, and he closed his eyes for a split second before opening them back up and fastening those killer eyes onto her again. God, it felt good to do the twisted pretzel thing with him. She’d felt so alone and… 

She froze, staring at their entwined hands. “Holy shit.”

He frowned. “What?”

“Your hands. Are they okay?”

He glanced down at his hands, which were still wrapped around hers. “What are you talking about?”

She stared at his face. “You’re not in pain? You’re not shriveling into a blackened pile of ash? Or exploding into dust?”

He shot her a look of annoyance. “Do I look like I am?”

“No, no you don’t. That’s the thing.” She tried to sit up, and he let her, still keeping her hands in his grip. She leaned forward and he didn’t back up, so her face bumped his. Skin to skin. 

And nothing happened to him.

“Oh, wow. I can touch you without killing you.” Her throat tightened up, and she slumped forward, pressing her face into his neck, breathing in his scent, feeling the heat of his skin against her cheek, the bristles of his stubble against her forehead.

She felt his alarm, and he jerked back.

“No, no, don’t go. Let me do this for a second, please.” She was unable to keep the plea out of her voice, and she looked up at him. “Please.”

He stilled, and for a minute she thought he was going to push her away. But then something changed in his face, something so subtle she wasn’t sure what it was, but she knew he was going to let her. 

Her heart tightened. She moved slowly, so as not to spook him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. She closed her eyes and drank in his humanity, his touch, his nearness. She could feel his pulse against her skin. It was so slow, so steady, so controlled. I need this. I need to be touched. “I thought I’d never feel this again.”

He didn’t move away, but she could feel his rising tension as she breathed in his scent and his essence, basking in the roughness of his stubble against her cheek, until finally he spoke. 

“Enough.” His voice was a low growl that made chills run down her spine.

Slowly, she lifted her face and looked up at him. He was staring down at her, the hard lines of his face drifted in shadow. His eyes were black, fathomless. Dark. Damned. 

Oh…she understood now. 

He wasn’t a killer.

He was damned. 

How interesting. 

She knew he’d reached his limit, so she collapsed back on the pillow, basking in the feel of his hands still holding hers together, imprinting the nuzzling moment in her memory forever so she would be able to recall it at will, in case she never got to touch anyone again… Don’t think like that, Paige. It’s just temporary. “You’re not from hell, because I’d know that.” She injected as much cheeriness into her voice as she could. “But you’re thoroughly tainted. Nothing redeemable left inside you, anywhere. That’s why I can touch you without hurting you. How’d you get that dark?”

He let go of her so suddenly that she didn’t even see him move. One minute, he was on top of her, his body wrapped heavily around hers. And the next minute, he was on his feet at the foot of the bed, his hands gripping the footboard so hard that it was creaking. “Where’s Becca?”

She propped herself up on her elbows, her body screaming at the loss of human contact. I can’t let go yet. It wasn’t enough. “Touch me again.”

His face grew harder. “What?”

“Touch me. Anywhere.” She lifted her bare foot and pointed her toe at him, unable to keep the desperation out of her voice. “I’ll answer your questions only while you’re touching me. Please?”

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