Page 38 of Demon with Benefits
“No, idiot, that’s called sarcasm. Your belly button is tattooed, for fuck’s sake.”
He looked at himself again, imagining it from her perspective, and had to admit that, yeah, he might have gone a little overboard. He had, in fact, covered every available inch of himself. His palms were tattooed. His elbows. His armpits.
She lifted a hand and hovered it over his chest for a second before finally making contact. They both sucked in a breath.
He was crazy attracted to her. He’d never felt anything like it. Just her touching him like that made him feel lightheaded and breathless and even a bit overwhelmed.
But at least he could take solace in the fact that she obviously felt the same way. As her palm did a slow slide down his pec, around his obliques, and over his abs, her chest started heaving, and she chewed on her lower lip in this stupidly sexy way.
“You’re insanely hot,” she breathed. “I can’t even—I’m almost afraid of you.”
He grinned. Obviously, he grinned.
She rolled her eyes. “I really shouldn’t tell you that. As if your ego needs any more boosting.”
He just kept on grinning.
Her hand traveled back up and then brushed over his nipple ring on one side and then the other. “Damn.”
“You like?”
“Duh.”
Her gaze flicked to his and there was so much damn heat in it. He was ready to come, and all she’d done was stroke his abs a little.
“We match,” she said. And then she grabbed one of his wrists and guided his hand to her breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and he felt the tiny ring at her nipple through her clothes.
Okay, now he had to see. He grabbed the bottom of her sweater and the tank top underneath and yanked up, so she pulled them off, tossing the works onto the table with his T-shirt.
His mouth went dry. His eyes nearly fell out of his head. The usual stuff that happened to a male when he was blessed by the sight of a resplendent pair of breasts. And hers were really resplendent. Understated—small, high, firm, and just enough to fill his hand—and yet fucking glorious.
And both her nipples were pierced.
Her stomach was long and lean with soft lines defining her abdominal muscles, and there was a ring in her navel. She had a geometric tattoo with butterflies and bursts of color stretching across her ribs on one side, the edges turning into curling vines that traveled down her flat stomach and disappeared below her waistline.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He grabbed her slender waist and tugged her closer, and their upper bodies pressed together, skin to skin.
It felt amazing. Her breasts pushing into him, her smooth skin against his hands, his abs, his chest, and within the circle of his arms... It was almost too much.
They were staring at each other, which should have been too intimate for him. Meph never could stand eye contact for very long, even with his brothers. But somehow, in that moment, he couldn’t make himself look away.
His palms slid up Iris’s back to her shoulder blades, and he hauled her even closer, wanting every available inch of her pressed against him. And then he bent down and fixed his mouth on the point between her shoulder and neck.
Her head fell back and to the side, exposing her throat, and he groaned, thrusting his hips against her, grinding against the softness he knew was waiting for him beneath their remaining clothes.
He took a moment to drag his mouth up the column of her throat, not really kissing or sucking or biting, but just kind of... consuming her. He feasted on her jawline and then nibbled on the edge of her ear. Her moan had him thrusting helplessly against her again.
And then he dragged his mouth back to her face, and the second their lips touched, it was like a switch had been flipped.
They couldn’t even kiss. They just fused their open mouths together and panted while frantically struggling to remove clothing as fast as possible. One shove and Meph’s sweats were around his ankles, and then he and Iris were struggling to free her from her stubborn leggings.
Finally, they managed to drag them—along with her underwear—over her ass and down to her knees. He kicked one leg out of his pants and then hooked a hand behind her knee, spending a second ripping her leggings and underwear off that ankle so he could spread her legs apart.
His fingers dragged through her pussy, and she threw her head back and moaned when he slid a finger inside her.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned. “So fucking sexy and wet for me. My hand’s soaked.”
“Oh my god,” she gasped as he pushed his finger as deep inside as he could get it and then curled it forward. He twisted his hand a little so he could rub her clit with his thumb.
