“This scent…” He lifted his head suddenly. “But you’re still afraid.”
How to explain?“I’ve never… It’s just, you’re not human. Isn’t it wrong?”
He frowned. “I don’t care.”
Suddenly, she didn’t either. The fear still coursed through her blood, but it was a different kind of fear now. It was fear of the unknown, but it was laced with… anticipation. Excitement.
As if he sensed the shift in her emotions—and he probably did—he leaned closer, peering into her eyes. They were in her kitchen, in almost the same place as the first time they’d kissed.
Only this time, his hand collared her throat, and he looked nothing like a human. This time, there were no more secrets between them.
He waited, gauging her reaction, and she felt her cheeks heat at the look in his eyes. No man had ever looked at her like that—half with wonder, half with a near-frightening possessive intensity.
“Mist…”
His name was like a trigger. The next instant, his fingers flexed slightly, and he tilted his head and fused their lips together. The air gusted out of her, and she closed her eyes, overwhelmed by sensation.
As he deepened the kiss, she dared to put her hands on his shoulders. Touching him made her feel positively miniscule. Beneath her palms, his skin was so hot it burned, so soft she longed to stroke every inch of it.
He growled as her fingers clenched on the firm muscle, and he released her throat to grip her thighs. She jumped when she felt his tail snaking up her leg like a stray tentacle.
He broke the kiss, searching her gaze as if to see if she looked frightened. She wasn’t. His strangeness was quickly becoming something she desired. She briefly thought that with a few kisses, he may have ruined human men for her for life.
Satisfied with what he saw, he leaned down and kissed her again.
The press of his soft lips against hers, his strong body surrounding her, his wild hair brushing the backs of her hands… She had never felt anything this wonderful. Another moan hummed in her throat as his hands slid up her thighs beneath her nightie.
She’d always felt like her thighs were huge, but his hands wrapped almost all the way around them. When his grip tightened and she felt the prick of his claws, her back arched, her breasts brushing his chest.
Another growl rumbled from him, and he tugged her closer to the edge so their bodies finally aligned. The minute her heated core pressed against him, they both sucked in air from the space between their mouths.
For a moment, they froze like that, just breathing, and time stood still.
And then Lily shocked herself by daring to flick her tongue between the rows of deadly teeth.
When her tongue brushed his, his grip flexed, and he reciprocated with a tongue that was decidedlynothuman. It was long and pointed, and it moved in ways a human tongue could not. When he wrapped it completely around hers like a lasso, she nearly had a heart attack.
All of a sudden, she forgot that there was anything unusual about making out with a giant gray demon. She forgot about being shy and the fact that she was self-conscious about her body.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, tangled her hands in his hair, and pressed herself as close to him as she could get. Their heads tilted opposite directions, tongues twisting between them.
He pulled her closer and pressed his hips against her, and she felt the hard outline of a formidably sized erection. She tightened her legs and tried to squeeze him closer, desperate for friction at her core.
He dragged his mouth away and pulled back without loosening his grip. Their heavy breathing was the only sound to disturb the silence.
“Your scent…” His voice was nothing but a raspy growl. “I want it.”
She would have been embarrassed he could smell her arousal so easily if she hadn’t already concluded that his hunter instincts were a turn-on.
“I could follow it anywhere. There is nowhere you could hide I wouldn’t find you.”
She imagined him stalking her, led by her scent and her scent alone, and another wave of desire flooded between her legs.
“I would want you to find me,” she whispered.
Eyes burning, he lifted her off the counter like she weighed nothing. She’d never had a man carry her before, and the rare times one had tried even lifting her, watching the poor bloke heave and pant had been mortifying.
But Mist tucked her against him like she was a tiny bundle, surrounding her with his arms and holding her so close she could see only him. If there was anything that could make her desire him more, that was it.
