bastard.
The knife came at him again.
When Holly stepped inside her house hours later, she was tired, sore, and desperate for bed.
She kicked the door shut behind her, flipped on the lights—
And found Niol standing in her living room.
“Ah!” She stumbled back, slamming her elbows into the wooden door.
He raised a brow.
Holly glared and fought to suck in a deep breath. She really, really hadn’t needed this shit tonight. “What the…” another deep breath, “hell are you doing in my home?” Her gaze shot to the left and she glared at her damn ineffective security system. A system that was even now beeping because she hadn’t punched in her code.
Niol didn’t speak, but he walked toward her. A tall, dark, threat.
She swallowed and met his black gaze.
He kept coming toward her. Her breath hitched.
You know what he’s done.
A killer.
But he saved me.
Surely he hadn’t come to her house to—
He stopped before her. Close enough to touch. He leaned forward. Put one hand beside her head, palm flat against the door. The other hand rose—
And his fingers punched in her security code.
The beeping ceased.
Holly exhaled. Nice. “Breaking and entering…that’s against the law, Niol.”
He shrugged. Then he took hold of her chin, lifting her face toward the light. Toward him. His mouth tightened and he said, “You look like hell, love.”
Just the compliment she needed.
“And you look like a criminal who has just broken into my home.” A sexy criminal, yeah, dressed in black as he was—as he always was. Tight black shirt. Low-slung jeans. Tousled hair that looked like a woman’s fingers had just raked through it, and they probably had.
Another shrug. “I needed to see you.” He inched ever closer, so close that his chest brushed hers. “I watched you on the news tonight.”
A lick of what was not excitement curled in her belly.
The black stare drifted over her face. “You looked like hell then, too.”
Her breath shot out on a growl. “A demon criminal who knows how to compliment. Just what I was dreaming of—”
He kissed her. Drove his tongue past her lips and tasted her. The muscled length of his body pushed against her, his legs nudging hers apart. The length of his cock, long and heavy with arousal, pressed through his jeans, and the feel of his erection had her gasping into his mouth.
Gasping not with horror, as she probably should have been.
But with pleasure.
Dammit, she wanted him. Jerk, criminal—she wanted him.
Her fingers locked around his shoulders. Holly needed him closer. She wanted to feel every hard inch of his flesh against hers.
The kiss became harder, deeper. The man kissed oh so well. He knew just how to move his mouth, how to slide his tongue, and how to demand a response that she was only too ready to give.
The fingers that held her chin slid down her throat. Over the pulse that raced too fast. Callused fingertips, rough, but gentle on her.
She hadn’t expected gentleness from him.
Then again, she hadn’t expected to want the demon so much, either.
When his mouth lifted from hers, she had to bite back the cry of protest that rose within her.
His eyes, still so mysteriously dark, now glinted with an undeniable hunger. “Decided you wanted to play, did you?”
Heat burned in her cheeks at his words, but she never looked away from his stare. Her nipples were tight, rubbing against his chest, and, with his enhanced demon senses, she suspected the guy could even…smell…her arousal.
No need to play the innocent. She hadn’t been innocent for years. “You know I want you, Niol.” Hell, most women did. The guy spelled sex and danger. A wild combination, one designed to push a girl to the edge of reason.
The adrenaline thrill of the darkness. The sensual thrill of the man.
Right, like she was the first girl to fall prey to him.
Not the first, and, dammit, not the last, she’d bet.
The hands she’d curled around his shoulders slid down to his chest and pushed. “But I know better than to take everything I want.”
He didn’t move for a beat of time, ignoring the press of her fingers. Standing there, trapped within his embrace, with the heat of his body all around her, Holly realized just how strong Niol was.
And how helpless he could make a woman.
She licked her lips, tasted him—a rich flavor of man and sex—and waited.
The right side of his mouth hitched into what really wasn’t a smile and he stepped back, taking his warmth with him.
Holly became aware of the aches and pains in her body then.
She’d forgotten about the pain when he touched her, and only thought of him.
Holly slipped around him. She paced toward her couch. The bed she’d longed for now seemed very far away. Glancing back over her shoulder, she found his gaze on her. Hooded. Watchful. “Niol…” Her brows lifted. “Why are you here?”
“You were…hurt.” Stilted. Almost uncertain, and he wasn’t a guy given to uncertainty.
So he’d broken into her house? “How did you know my security code?” She’d thought she was safe here. On the good side of town. With respectable neighbors. A state-of-the-art alarm—
“I know a lot of things about you.” Assessing now, his gaze drifted over her. His nostrils flared, just a bit. “How’s the wrist?”
“How’s the—” Her mouth snapped closed. And how had he known that? Her shirt had long sleeves and completely covered both wrists.
She’d twisted her right wrist when she fell—a futile attempt to break her fall—but other than sporting a really lovely purple and black bruise pattern that looked like a tattoo bracelet, she was…“I’m fine. Bruises, cuts, but no major damage, okay?”
One gliding step forward. “You won’t be fine next time.”
She turned around to fully face him. “What do you know?” Next time. She didn’t
