Page 21 of Demon with Benefits
She sputtered. “I’m not—”
“You told me to leave you alone, and that’s what I’m doing.” He was careful to keep his voice low so the others wouldn’t hear over the movie, but there was still plenty of anger expressed in that whisper.
“I don’t—”
“What do you want, Iris? Because I’m sick of the mind games.”
“I didn’t—”
“You made it perfectly clear how you felt about me, so now let me make something else perfectly—”
“Will you let me speak?” she hissed, slamming her glass onto the counter so hard, water sloshed out. She ignored it and stepped closer to him. “I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have said that shit to you. I didn’t mean any of it. It was a bitch move, and you didn’t deserve it.”
His mouth snapped shut, and he looked momentarily stunned, like apologizing was the last thing he’d ever expected her to do.You and me both.
“You done?” he asked flatly, not acknowledging her surprise admission at all.
She nodded because she wasn’t sure what else to do.
“As I was saying, you made it clear how you felt—”
“I just said I—”
“Andnow”—his glare warned her not to interrupt again—“it’s my turn to make myself clear.”
Her eyes narrowed, but she nodded again.
He leaned in close, invading her space, forcing her to crane her neck to meet his red eyes, which seemed to glow ominously. When he spoke, his voice was rough and deep.
“I want to fuck you,” he said, and she stopped breathing. “I want to rip your clothes off and fuck you until you’re screaming. And if you don’t start leaving me the hell alone, I’m going to do it. I’m a demon, sweetheart, and I don’t practice self-fucking-control. So I’m warning you now, stop following me around trying to make conversation and stop rubbing up against me on that goddamn sofa or you’re going to end up on your back under me, got it?”
Her mouth opened and closed, fishlike. She couldn’t make a single sound except a subtle choke as she tried to swallow and failed.
“I said, got it?” he repeated, and she forced herself to nod mutely. There was no way she could speak right now.
“Good.”
And then he spun around and stalked out of the room.
Taking two steps backward, she sagged against the countertop as all the air gusted out of her. Her skin was hot and her pulse was racing.
“Holy shit,” she whispered to the empty kitchen.
I want to rip your clothes off and fuck you until you’re screaming.
There was no way she was going to get that out of her head. Ever.
She’d known he was attracted to her. She’d known he knew she was attracted to him. The two of them had been dancing around each other for months, but she’d never expected him to just lay it all out there like that.
And damn if it wasn’t the hottest thing he could have possibly done. And damn if she didn’t want him even more now.
She took a big gulp of water, nearly choked on it, and then groaned at the thought of going back out there with the others. How was she supposed to sit through the rest of that damn movie now?
Meph had a hard-on like a baseball bat in his sweats, and only his arm “casually” draped over his lap kept it from standing tall and proud right there for all to see. In the middle of azombiemovie. That was just weird.
But Iris smelled so damn good, all floral and feminine, and the look she’d given him when she came back into the living room had sent all his blood traveling south. Her eyes had been heavy-lidded and full of heat, and he could instantly tell that his threats had done nothing but turn her on.
His blood flow was still on its Caribbean vacation, no doubt causing a critical lack of oxygen for his head. Things were getting so bad, he was currently fighting the urge to move his arm just so he could rub himself a little. Maybe the brain damage had already set in.
