now.”
“I wasn’t kissing her.” Cal stalked across the floor, his gaze pinning Deme’s.
She didn’t back down, her head tipping back in order to maintain unwavering eye contact the closer he came. “Could have fooled me.”
When he stood in front of her, he took her hand, raising it to his lips. “You’re the only woman I care about.”
“Then why the kiss?” Deme’s body remained rigid.
“I don’t know what you saw, but we were discussing a murder case. That’s all.” He tipped up Deme’s chin, every ounce of his being yearning to take her into his arms and crush the anger out of her.
Her full, peach-colored lips softened, though her eyes remained narrowed. “I wasn’t imagining it.”
“Let’s start over.” He brushed her lips and sighed. “I’ve been waiting a month to do that.”
Deme swayed. The starch seemed to go out of her and she leaned against his chest. “I swear I saw you kissing her.”
“Jet lag, sweetheart. You were seeing things that wouldn’t happen. I only want to kiss you.” She felt so good in his arms. As soon as she’d pressed her breasts against his body, heat flooded his system, speeding toward his groin.
“Don’t play with me, Calais Black,” she whispered against his lips. “I don’t like games.”
“No games. But I would like to play with you.” His hands slid down her arms to the hem of her rib-knit blouse. In one long and lazy glide he hauled it up over her head and tossed it into the corner.
“Fine. But I’m only in this for the sex.” She poked a finger into his chest. “I don’t know if I can trust you.”
“Uh-huh.” He captured that finger between his lips and sucked on it, releasing it with deliberate slowness. Then he pressed his mouth to the pounding pulse at the base of her throat. “I’ve got news for you.” He flicked the catch on her bra and slid it down her arms, her naked breasts springing free. “You might only be in this relationship for the sex. But I’m in it for the long haul.”
“Whatever.” He figured she was trying for nonchalant, but the catch in her voice with that one word belied her attempt to remain unaffected. “I really don’t care why you hang around. I’ve got an itch and since you’re here, you might as well scratch it.” She shoved his leather jacket off his shoulders and it dropped to the floor with a soft thump.
The more naked he got, the harder his cock. God, he couldn’t wait to plunge deep inside her. Her anger only made him that much more determined to bed her. And where she’d gotten the crazy idea he’d been kissing the cop on the Paranormal Task Force...well, hell...he could only guess.
Medea didn’t do it for him. Not like Deme. The red-haired Wiccan had had him bewitched from the first time he’d met her, and being assigned to help her find her missing sister had only brought his desires to a head. She was the toughest, smartest, softest-in-all-the-right-places woman he’d ever met and he couldn’t imagine being satisfied with anyone else.
After stripping him of his shirt, Deme unbuttoned her jeans.
Cal pushed her fingers aside and slid his hands inside the waistband of her panties, cupping her warm bottom. Then he eased the denim jeans and her silken underwear over the curve of her hips and down her long, sexy legs. “Lose the shoes,” he breathed against her ear.
Without hesitation Deme toed the back of one shoe and kicked it off. The other followed, giving Cal a clear path to slide the jeans off her legs. Once she’d stepped clear of the fabric, Cal ran his hands back up the insides of her thighs to the soft fur of her sex.
“Oh, baby, I’ve dreamed of you like this.” His fingers cupped her, one sliding into her warm wetness, his thumb pushing through to her folds, finding and stroking her clit. His other hand smoothed over her breasts, tweaking first one, then the other.
Deme clutched his arms, her nails digging into Cal’s skin, sending a delightful edge of pain through him, heightening the sexual tension between them.
His cock strained against his fly, eager to be set free from the confines of his trousers.
Deme’s gaze captured and held his, her eyes glazed, her breathing coming in short gasps. “Promise me you’ll tell me if you’re tired of us, before I find you screwing around.”
“What?” His mind on his cock, Cal had to drag himself back to reality to address her comment. He sucked in a deep breath, his finger still buried in her pussy, his heart racing at the stall. “Baby, I’d tell you. I promise. But it isn’t gonna happen. I want you in my life and I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that.” One hand squeezed her shoulder, his fingers sliding down her arm to her waist. He dragged her close, nudging her with the hardened ridge beneath his pants.
“Good, because if I catch you cheating on me again...” She reached for the button on his jeans, pushing it free, then slid his zipper down.
“You’ll what?” His cock jutted out into her palm and he hissed, his skin sensitive to her every touch.
“I’m make you sorry.” Deme wrapped her fingers around him and slid down the length of him, all the way to the base where she fondled his balls, squeezing gently.
Done with talk, and past the point of no return, Cal swept Deme into his arms, strode across the room and through her bedroom door. He sat her on the edge of the bed and stripped off the rest of his clothing. Then he dropped to his knees and parted her thighs, draping them over his shoulders. He kissed a path from the inside of her knee all the way up to where her channel glistened with the moisture of her desire.
His tongue lapped at the musky juices, swirling into her, tasting and teasing as he worked his way up to the tiny stretch of skin cradled between her folds. A hidden treasure to be teased and coaxed until she screamed out her frustration and need.
Cal flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Deme lay back against the comforter, her back arching, a moan rising from her chest.
“More?” he asked.
“By the goddess, yesss.” Her fingers threaded through his hair and dug into his scalp, urging him closer.
He tapped her again, this time sliding his tongue over the length of her opening and then sucking her clit into his mouth, tugging on it gently. Cal let go and blew a cool stream of air over her heated flesh, knowing she loved it and hated it all at once. He liked that he could bring her to orgasm so quickly and liked even more to prolong the torture until she lost herself completely.
She drew in a deep breath, her body going rigid. “Oh, please. Don’t stop now,” she wailed.
Taking pity on her frustration, he lapped, nibbled and stroked her until she cried out, her heels digging into the muscles of his back, a spasm shaking her body.
As she shot over the edge of her climax, Cal rose quickly, rolled a condom over his cock and thrust deep inside her in one fluid movement. He rammed home, burying himself up to his balls before he slid back out to the very tip.
Her legs wrapped around his waist and tightened,
