Page 18 of Rescued By the Dour Demon

He grabbed her wrist and took a big bite of her creation, the sticky-sweet combination shocking his senses.

Her jaw dropped. “Hey! Rude.” She glared at him.

With a wolfish grin, he went in for a second bite, but before he could get there, she stuffed the entire thing in her mouth, her cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk’s. He snorted. “Proud of yourself?”

Her eyes glittered in the firelight as she chewed. “Yes. Iss delissus,” she said around the s’more.

“You’re ridiculous,” he said, still holding her wrist, his thumb lightly stroking over her pulse point.

“Yep.” She pointed at her mouth, still chewing. “Mine.” She swallowed and licked her lips

Unable to resist, he wrapped a hand around her nape and captured her mouth, his tongue stroking over the tempting sweetness of chocolate, marshmallow, and Rowan. Her lips parted, and she leaned into the kiss, her tongue dancing with his.

A log in the fire popped as they parted, panting.

“Truly delicious.” He nipped her bottom lip, his hand tightening on her nape. “Mine,” he added with a possessive growl.

Her eyebrows rose as the corner of her mouth quirked up. “For now,” she answered, her eyes dark with promise.

Forever, he thought. But she wasn’t quite ready for that kind of declaration. It didn’t matter, though. He’d take whatever she was willing to share with him while also doing his damndest to convince her that this connection was not just a single spark that would sputter out but could flare into an eternal flame, if both parties were willing. And, by the dark goddess of the demon realm, he was more than willing.

Her smile turned sultry and teasing as she stood up and pulled her sweatshirt over her head, revealing an expanse of creamy curves that made his mouth water. Keeping eye contact, she slowly bent at the waist, pushing her leggings down one leg, then the other until she was standing in front of him in nothing but a pair of pink cotton panties.

That hourglass figure, her rosy nipples, the curve of her belly, those strong thighs… Leith’s heart pounded hard, all the blood rushing straight to his rock-hard cock. “Holy goddess,” he whispered.

“Put out the fire and come to bed,” she said, her pert bottom swaying as she ducked into their tent.

15

ROWAN

She lay on her stomach, her chin cupped in her hands, watching Leith douse the flames and secure the rest of the food in a bag hanging from the tree. The bear bag wasn’t necessary, considering there was a family of bear shifters within yelling distance to keep intruders away, but since this was Leith’s first time camping, she wanted to make sure he knew how to do it correctly. And she liked how willing he was to learn the basics from her.

“Don’t forget to stir the embers, make sure everything’s out,” she said, idly kicking her feet as she admired the way those heather gray sweatpants cupped his ass. How was it the man made every piece of clothing, even the ones that didn’t fit, look so good? She could get used to having his kind of eye candy around. She enjoyed having him around.

Camp put to bed, he stood in front of the unzipped tent, his hands on his hips, his eyes skating over her nearly naked, recumbent body.

She rolled to her side and lazily stretched her arm over her head, arching her back and drawing his attention to her breasts. Smiling to herself, she licked her lips, admiring his stiff cockpressing against the fabric. “You planning on joining me or are you going to stand out there all night, letting the bugs in?”

Pulling his sweatshirt over his head to reveal a mouthwatering expanse of chest, he ducked into the tent and zipped it closed behind him. “Rowan,” he said. He went to his knees beside her on the pile of padded moving blankets they’d hauled in from the SUV.

She rose to meet him, her hand drifting over his pectorals and following the trail of crisp hair to where it disappeared beneath his waistband. Her fingers teased the edge of his sweats as she lifted her chin and gave him a crooked smile. “Hi,” she said softly.

He stared down at her with an intensity that stoked the heat in her belly, spreading its glow throughout her body. “Hi,” he said, his voice a low purr that stroked over her nerve endings and made her shiver.

Wrapping a hand around her nape, he drew her up against him and kissed her. “You’re so gorgeous,” he rasped. “You make me want to do all sorts of bad things to you.”

A flush worked its way up her neck. “Oh, yeah? Like what?” she asked, scraping her nails over the chest hair covering his pectorals. “Better yet, why don’t you show me? I’ve always been more of a visual, kinesthetic learner.”

His fingers tightened as his mouth crashed down on hers, their tongues tangling. An arm wrapped around her waist, he shifted her back onto the nest of padding and blankets she’d made, his weight settling over her.

She sighed against his lips, her thighs spreading wide as she arched against the press of his stiff length against her pussy. He rocked against her core, the pressure sending sparks down to her toes.

“You taste like chocolate and sin,” he whispered, nipping his way down her neck.

She giggled at the absurdity of his compliment. “And what does sin taste like?”

His tongue circled her nipple before he sucked it into his mouth, the pressure tugging at her core and making her squirm. He released her nipple with a pop and grinned at her.

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