Page 73 of Hot for Hostage

Especially when Davian’s tongue proved to be quite a contender for my favorite thing about him. He was good at this. Like, my-toes-were-at-risk-of-being-permanently-curledgood.

The horny demon was very happy.

Surrounded by cupcakes, a pair of unexpectedly erotic stand mixers, and with Davian easing me down from an earth-shattering high, I wasn’t convinced I hadn’t died from an orgasm-induced heart attack, after all.

“Wow,” I mouthed to the ceiling before nudging Davian’s head back when it became too much. He drew back and ran his tongue over his lips in a way that made me want to lick them,too. There was an arrogant tilt to his lips, but I couldn’t blame him for gloating this time. He knew exactly what he’d done.

And I fully intended to make him feel as good as he’d just made me feel.

If only I had the strength to sit up.

Davian took pity on me and guided my legs off his shoulders before standing and hauling my boneless body up to rest against his front. He was solid and warm, and I could get used to leaning against him.

His lips found the spot where my shoulder met my neck, and he placed a lingering kiss that warmed me from the inside out. The following kisses he trailed up to my ear threatened to turn me into a puddle of goo.

Then his lips brushed the skin behind my ear in the softest of kisses, and he whispered, “Good girl.”

Oh my.

Unable to help myself, I visibly preened at the term this time. Apparently, Iwasno better than the dogs at the shelter.

Davian shifted to kiss my temple with a chuckle. “You really are a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Minus the part where I abducted you? I’m averygood girl.” I licked my dry lips and pulled back until I could loop my arms around his neck. I tried for a cheeky smile, but it probably just looked satisfied. “And for the record, you can lay me out on a counter and do that again whenever you want.”

His smirk widened. “Be careful making promises you don’t intend to keep.”

“Oh, no. I fully mean that.” I hummed and ran my fingers through the hair above the nape of his neck, admiring how soft it was. “If these are the consequences of feeding you dog treats, then I should do it more often.”

I squealed at Davian’s answering growl, and he moved to lift me up.

“Wait!” I laughed, pushing his hands away. In a flash, I reached for his belt and tugged him closer, needing to get my hands on him. I looked up at Davian from under my lashes and wet my lips. “It’s my turn.”

He humored me and went still, letting me do as I pleased. But it wasn’t long after I yanked his shirt free of his slacks that one of his hands found its way into my hair, gripping it. His other hand slid under my top, eliciting a shiver as I worked his belt buckle open. I could still feel the phantom touch of those same fingers underneath my skirt.

I wanted to feel them there again.

But now wasn’t the time for that.Focus.

Davian’s grip on my hair tilted my head back until he could steal a kiss—one so thorough and claiming it left me dizzy. He kissed me like he’d been waiting to for years, only further fueling my desperation to touch him. To wrap my hand around him. To put my mouth on him.

My fingers reached the button on his pants when a faint vibration made me pause.

I pulled back from the kiss and looked down, convinced I was imagining things.

But I wasn’t hallucinating; the bulge in Davian’s pants was definitely buzzing.

That was new.

I blinked at his zipper. “Uh, I’ve never had this happen before. …Are youvibrating?”

Davian’s chest rumbled with a laugh, and he slid his hand out from under my top to reach into his pocket. “That’s my phone.”

Oh.Duh.

“Right. Of course,” I muttered, shaking my head. Kissing him had turned my logical thinking to mush. “That makes a lot more sense than where my brain went.”

The fingers Davian had in my hair gave my scalp a soft scratch, and my eyelids lowered in bliss.

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