Page 89 of The Demon's Pet

It felt like I would light on fire if he touched me.

He moved back to my face, his beautiful eyes darting to my lips as he came closer, closer. His lips nearly brushed mine, and it was suddenly hard to breathe, to think, to do anything but want this man on top of me and possibly—no, definitely—inside me.

“You want me even when I’m mean, far more than you want Griffin or any fae warrior. So remember that no one can make you feel like I do.” He moved slightly over to my ear and flicked his tongue out over the lobe, and I had to suppress shock at the pure pleasure of the sensation.

I wanted him to touch me so much more.

But he pushed back from the wall with a heavy sigh, almost looking ashamed of himself.

“You tempt me, pet,” he said. “You make me lose myself, both to anger and to lust, and I’m not used to it.” His mouth firmed into a hard line. “I’m the master of both, usually.” He let out a breath, deflating slightly, and shoved a large finger in my direction. “Be safer tomorrow. I don’t want to hear about you hugging Griffin or going off with a fae warrior.”

“Griffin isn’t into me. Don’t you get that?” I yelled at him, frustrated for him teasing me and pulling back yet again. “And I’ll go wherever I please and with whomever I want, since you aren’t going to give me what I want from you.”

His eyes hardened. “Who said I wouldn’t?” He sighed. “But I shouldn’t.” He ran a hand through his hair, tousled by the night air. “Wewilltalk about this tomorrow, Cleo. I’m tired and still have things to do.” He turned to go down the hall toward his bedroom. “If you need something, too bad. I’m unbotherable for the next hour.”

That’s what he thought.

He opened the door to his room and disappeared inside, leaving me alone with the house and my books.

I could have read in peace, which I would have been happy to do only a week ago.

But instead, I was curious.

It wasn’t like him to just go hide from me in a room like that. There was something in his face when he said it. Something…

The sparks between us had been flying. He was as turned on as I had been. I knew it.

He said that he wasn’t totally against giving me what I want, not that I was sure what that was anymore.

Sam was the first man who made me interested in sexuality, and it was hard to tell why.

After all, things had been complicated from the beginning.

So maybe if I went to him, if I prettied myself up and really asked him, or even brought up the fae warrior again if necessary, he could give me what it felt like I ached for deep inside.

I wanted to experience something like I’d seen in my romance novels, and I felt like Sam could give that to me.

It was probably a terrible idea, but when thinking with my bottom half, I didn’t care much.

It was an almost irresistible want. Seeing Sam show up made it instantly clear how different my feelings were for him than for Griffin or even Zadis.

Something inside me flared to life when he was by my side.

Something that had been there since I first saw him in the street.

I walked to my room to freshen up, brushed my hair, pinched my cheeks, and put on something a little more revealing. A pink tank top and short black shorts. Then I padded down the narrow hallway to Sam’s bedroom, where light streamed from under the door.

So he was still up.

I sucked in a breath, gathering my courage. After all, he might reject me again, but then I’d be no worse off than before.

Hopefully.

I raised my hand to knock on the door and heard a muffled groan.

I panicked instantly, thinking he might be hurt, and grabbed the handle to shove the door open.

Luckily, it was unlocked. I’d never heard Sam make a noise like that, so I was sure he was really hurt.

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