that. So can you paint over it?”
“Paint?” He shot me a look that said I was maybe as smart as a brain-dead louse. “You want me to paint over the wood floor?”
“Um. Of course not. I meant stain it.”
“Stain.”
A quick eye-roll on my part, then, “Look, I really need to either fix this or hide this. Can you do it?”
“Well,” he said, rubbing his chin, “maybe. Been a while since I been able to really work with my hands.”
Oooh. Wonder what those hands would feel like working on me…
Stop it, stop it, stop it! Focus, Jesse! “Terrific. So what, you could fix this in like five minutes, maybe?”
His mouth opened, closed. He shook his head. Maybe he was trying to figure out how to speak to me in small words. He took off his cap and wrung it between his hands. Finally he said, “See, I’m going to need a bunch of things. Paintbrush, tung oil, a cloth. Wire brush, maybe steel wool. And a pocketknife. First I need to see how deep the burns go and grind away the burned wood. Then I got to use the wire brush on it, real careful so I don’t got to do any sanding. Then I got to clean it all away with the paintbrush, dab on some oil, and see how it looks. Might have to smooth the whole thing down more with the steel wool.”
He paused, either for breath or for dramatic effect. Then he said, “So no, five minutes ain’t going to happen.”
“Fine,” I said. “Maybe ten?”
“Lady, you want to get rid of this in ten minutes? Cover it up with a rug.”
“Oh,” I said, brightening. “That’s smart. Can you get me one of those?”
With a pained look on his face, he said, “You don’t even live here, do you?”
I lifted my chin higher. “Of course I do.”
The pained look melted into suspicion.
“Sort of,” I amended. “Paul and I are in love.”
“Love.” He tugged his cap back over his hair, the rim shadowing his face…but not before I saw his dark eyes twinkle. “How sweet.”
Something in his voice made me frown, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I tried to sneak a peek at his aura, but all I got for my effort was eyestrain. I couldn’t read him. Crap. It figured that the spiffy magical ability I got along with my soul was defective. My talent was less dependable than a condom ten years past its expiration date.
He smirked at the charred heart on the floor. “And look, someone charbroiled their love for you. There’s a whole lot of loving going on.”
Unease bubbled in my stomach. Maybe I was crazy, but I thought the super lost his tough-guy accent. Clearing my throat, I asked, “So, can you help me?”
His smirk widened, and I noticed his teeth were stained from tobacco or coffee. “You really want my help?”
What I wanted was to give him a mad case of blue balls and then throw him out of the apartment; he was starting to seriously creep me out. But Paul would be home soon, and there was no way he could see the mess on the floor. Short of throwing my towel over it and distracting Paul with my womanly charms, I was out of ideas. So that meant I had to play nice with the super.
I turned on my Helpless Female smile, full strength. “Sweetie, I don’t just want your help. I need it.”
“Well now.” He turned to look at me, his gaze lost beneath the bill of his white baseball cap. He reached out and touched my hand, held it, gave a squeeze. “If you need it, of course I’ll give it to you.”
Either the innuendo in his words or his unexpected touch made me gasp. Hidden beneath my towel, my sex began to tingle.
His finger rubbed against my palm. Shocks of pleasure rippled beneath his touch, worked their way up my arm. “You’re sure you didn’t see the one who did this to the floor?”
My voice breathy, I said, “Positive.”
George chuckled, his voice rich and deep…and lush, almost thick enough to feel it dancing on my skin. With his free hand, he lifted the rim of his cap enough for me to see a soft red glow to his eyes.
“Babes,” said the demon inside the man, “you’re such a liar.”
My breath caught in my throat. “Daun?”
George grinned in a very wicked way. “In the borrowed flesh.”
Over the millennia, the incubus Daunuan had been the yin to my yang, the bump to my grind. Now that I was a human, his visit meant one of two things—he wanted sex, or he wanted something else along with the sex.
Before I could decide how to react to Daun’s presence, he pulled me to George’s body and clamped a hand on my bare shoulder. This close, I smelled the faintest hint of sulfur, but it was almost buried under the super’s aftershave and sweat.
“Heya, sweetie,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady and my sex drive in first gear. “This is a surprise.”
Pressed against the super’s torso, I was keenly aware that Daun was very, very happy to see me; his happiness jabbed me just above my belly.
“Been a while,” Daun whispered into my neck. I felt the tiny hairs there stand on end, teased by his breath. “Missed you lots. When George here swung by, I had to tag along.”
“How’d you manage that? He hang a sign up? ‘Thrill me, chill me, possess me, baby’?”
“George has a bit of a coke habit. I didn’t have to knock. He let me right in.”
“Ah.” Some mortals made it easy for demons to inhabit their bodies. Addicts of any sort were at the top of the list.
I felt him smile against my neck. “Ah’? Boring. Let’s go for ‘Oh.’”
His tongue trailed against the hollow of my throat. I groaned as a tingle worked its way through me, a soft humming in my belly and lower down. Bless me, how I’d missed his touch, his mouth, his—
The licks turned to kisses, and the tingle between my legs sparked into a full-blown electrical charge.
No, I thought, really wanting to howl a yippie-ki-yay. No, this was wrong.
What could be wrong? my body asked me. A little friendly foreplay, maybe an orgasm or two. What’s so bad about that?
He’s not Paul.
My body scolded me for getting a bout of morals at a distinctly inopportune time.
“Nice,” I said, the word nowhere close to describing how Daun was making me feel. “But it’s time to stop.”
I tried to push him away, but Daun held me tight. The hand on my shoulder moved down to my back, where it began to knead and press. I melted against him as he massaged away my protests. Stop, I wanted
