“Fine,” he said in a clipped tone.
“You don’t sound fine.”
When she started toward him, he held out his hand. “Stay there.”
She paused, suddenly uncertain. Had she done something to upset him? “What’s wrong?”
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I’ve waited longer than I should. I need to go feed.”
“Go…feed,” she repeated numbly. He meant go have sex. With someone else. A sliver of pain wrenched her stomach. She closed her arms around her waist. “Oh.”
Cresso reopened his eyes in time to see the pained expression she couldn’t quite manage to hide. Something bittersweet flashed across his face. “I can’t wait any longer. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I understand.” Truly she did.
“Good.” His lips twisted into a half smile. “Left my shoes in the living room.”
When he headed for the doorway, she backed up so he could pass by her. But then it hit her. She couldn’t let him go.
“Cresso, wait.”
She reached out and grasped his arm, and he stopped midstride. The muscles in his arm went taut as he turned toward her. His jaw tight, he said, “Gen, please.”
Her stomach fluttered with nerves she had no chance of quelling. This was it, the moment of decision. Should she guard her heart and continue living her lonely life…or take a chance, even knowing what might go wrong?
Oh hell, there was no choice. Not really.
“Don’t go,” she whispered.
His eyes darkened and a muscle ticked in his jaw. “I have to feed.”
“Then”—she gave a nervous lick of her lips—“feed from me.”
His whole body went stiff. “Don’t tease me.”
Genevieve took a shaky breath. “I’m not.”
Cresso’s eyes widened and he slowly closed his hands over her arms. “Gen.” Her name sounded like a prayer on his lips.
She leaned into him. “Yes.”
He muttered a curse and crushed her to him, closing his mouth on hers. His tongue slipped between her lips, leading her in a sultry, erotic dance. At the same time, his allure unfurled around them, pummeling her flesh with a cacophony of sensations. She wound her arms around his neck and tugged him down closer. When his leg slipped in between her thighs, rubbing the silky fabric of her bottoms against her sensitive flesh, she moaned into his mouth.
His chest heaved and his hands cupped her ass, lifting and fitting her to his hardened heat. Lord, he felt enormous pressed to her body like that.
He tore his mouth from hers to hit her with his searing gaze. “I don’t know how long I can hold back.”
Why the hell would he do that? She wanted him nearly as desperately as he wanted her. “Then don’t.”
A soft sound escaped him and he slanted his lips over hers, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. He staggered forward until her bottom made contact with a hard surface. He set her down on it, and when he broke away, she saw it was the chest that held the silver pitcher. Good enough. Closer than either of the bedrooms, at any rate. He shoved the pitcher to the side and scooted her farther onto the chest.
When she started to take off her glasses, he stopped her. His eyes flashed with undeniable desire. “Leave them on.”
A-ha. So he had a thing for her glasses. Surprising…and good to know. She gave him a flirty smile as she grasped the hem of his sweater and tugged it upward. Rearing back, he helped her pull it over his head, leaving his chest blessedly bare. When he moved forward again, she said, “Wait.”
He froze and she reached out her fingers, running them over the taut, smooth ridges of his chest. His pecs pulsed at her touch, and his stomach muscles contracted, giving her a tantalizing peek at the thin trail of hair that led from below his belly button down into his pants. “I can’t even believe how gorgeous you are.”
He groaned, his eyes husky with desire, and caught her fingers, the heat of his allure caressing her body. “You’re killing me.”
“Please…let me touch you.” She knew even as she said the words that they were tantamount to torture, but she couldn’t help herself. This might be the only time they ever made love. After it was over he might very well decide she wasn’t worth the trouble. If so, she wanted to carry the memory of this moment with her for the rest of her life. The look, the feel, and the taste of him. She wanted to remember.
His breath caught, but he nodded, and so she brought her fingers to his stomach, traced the hard planes of his abs. Then up to his shoulder and down his arm. Every inch of skin her fingers made contact with pulsed, as if her touch was electric. The man was perfection, pure and simple.
Finally, she could take it no more. She undid his belt buckle and the fly of his slacks, slowly tugging the zipper. “Oh my…”
He wore no underwear, and when she slid the fabric farther down, she saw her earlier impression hadn’t been exaggerated. The man was huge, way bigger than Jeffrey. Unable to hold herself back, she closed her fingers around his thick girth.
“Gen.” He groaned and rested his forehead on her shoulder. The muscles in his arms bulged as he gripped the sides of the desk tightly, holding himself still for her perusal.
“You are amazing,” she whispered. When her hand experimentally moved up and down his length, he made a pained sound and closed his hand over hers, stopping her movement.
“You need the vaccine,” he said, his voice guttural.
She had almost forgotten about that. “I…I already took it. Earlier today.”
He stiffened and raised his head to look her in the eyes. “You did?”
Heart rose to her cheeks and she nodded.
A shocked puff of air escaped his lips. For a moment they did nothing but stare at each other. But then, the dam broke in his self-control. His allure pulsed the air as he closed the distance between them, fitting their lower bodies close together. His mouth claimed hers in a deep, primal kiss, and the heat from his erection seared her flesh even through the fabric of her pajama bottoms.
“Clothes. Off,” she managed to pant. He obeyed rather effectively when he ripped her top open. She gasped as the buttons went flying, but then he yanked it completely off and closed his mouth over one breast, and any glimmer of fear fled.
His tongue laved her breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth. The density of his allure tugged against her, and he nipped her with his teeth before moving to the other breast and lavishing it with the same attention. “You taste so delicious. Like honey and flowers, with the promise of sex.”
Hell, right now even his voice made her want to come. “Please, Cresso.”
He lifted her behind off the chest long enough to remove her pajama bottoms, then set her back down and knelt in front of her in one smooth motion. Before she could even process it, his tongue speared her moist flesh, bringing with it a flood of allure that coaxed her loins into a spasm. The chest wobbled when she bucked upward, and for a moment she feared it wouldn’t hold her weight. A second later the worry floated away, along with the rising tide of her climax. She cried out and curled her fingers in his hair as she came apart under his touch, the intensity of her orgasm making her vision blur and her ears ring.
Once the last of her spasms died down, he rose to his feet and slid the fabric of his slacks down to his thighs. The jutting head of his erection pointed to her womb, and his hand trembled as he closed it around his cock and fitted himself to her, spreading her thighs wider. She leaned her head back against the wall.
“Oh, God.” She couldn’t believe this was happening. She was about to have sex with an incubus.
To her surprise, he paused, his whole body shaking. He waited until she met his dark gaze. “Are you sure about this, Gen?”
That he even stopped to ask such a question, when he clearly must be dying to feed from her, spoke volumes about the sort of man he was. “Yes. Don’t stop.”
He grasped her hips, then slid into her with one solid thrust. She cried out and arched her ba
ck at the unfamiliar sensation. His hips twitched as he drove down to the hilt. Before she could move, he withdrew, then rammed into her once again. Another cry tore out of her throat and he stopped with a groan, resting his head on her shoulder. “Sorry.”
“No, don’t stop.” She grasped his hips and urged him forward. His mouth met hers and their tongues tangled as he slowly eased almost all the way out, then in again with one silky motion. Going farther this time, deeper. Then withdrawing again, and repeating the movement until he built up to a steady rhythm that had her leg muscles convulsing wildly around him. Her whole body felt like it was coming apart. Every pump brought her closer and closer to the verge of another orgasm. Her walls tightened, enclosing him like a glove.
“Not yet,” he panted. “Not yet.”
She made a sound of protest when he withdrew, but then he lifted her into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. She managed one gasp for breath before he thrust upward, impaling her on his heavy length. His legs trembled as he braced his weight and pumped up into her again and again, setting a furious rhythm that made her entire body vibrate with pleasure. She’d never been so stretched before, so wonderfully used. Hoarse cries tore from her throat, and to her surprise, she barely recognized the sound of her own voice. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to hold on.
“Gen,” he groaned into her ear. “You don’t know how long I’ve dreamt of this.”
“Then don’t stop.” She turned her head and caught his earlobe between her teeth, nipping it before gliding her tongue along the spot. He shuddered and tightened his arms around her, staggering forward until they were in his bedroom. When he reached the bed, he dropped her on her back and came down over her, thrusting into her with a ferocity that left her gasping for air. “Yes. That’s it.”
Her nails raked down his back, urging him harder, faster. Chasing away all the bad memories of the past. Nothing mattered but the here and now, but the two of them.
His next pump sent her careening over the edge of reason. Her whole body convulsed and her vision blacked out as she screamed her release. Her inner walls constricted and closed tightly around him.
Cresso groaned, his pumps growing frantic and jerky. He brought his lips to hers. “Gen, I lo—”
She pressed her lips to his, and he cried into her mouth as his release tore out of him. Overwhelmed by the intense feelings of joy and utter satisfaction, she closed her arms around him and fought back her tears.
Holy hell. She’d never been the type to have multiple orgasms in one round of lovemaking, but apparently she hadn’t been with the right man before. Then again, she was beginning to believe that, with Cresso, anything was possible.
What had he been about to say before she kissed him? Surely he’d been about to say he loved making love to her, or that he liked her, or something to that effect. Couldn’t have been anything else.
Cresso rolled off her with a groan. He flipped to his back and pulled her into his side, closing his arms around her. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” Her voice came out far shakier than she’d intended. “You?”
“Mmm…wonderful.”
His words made her happier than she’d care to admit.
It’s just sex, Gen. You know he hadn’t fed in a long time. He’s just happy he’s sated now.
“Feel better?” she forced herself to ask.
“Much.” He tilted her chin and kissed her. “You are absolutely amazing, you know that?”
The satisfied expression on his face told her he meant it. She squirmed against the stupid hope his words elicited. “Thanks.”
He might think she was amazing now, but how long would that last?
Cresso tugged her on top of him and kissed her deeper. An answering pulse drummed between her thighs, and to her surprise, she felt him grow hard beneath her. She broke away to blink at him. “Again, so soon?”
When her glasses began to slide off her face, he grinned and pushed them back. “What’s the point of being an incubus if you can’t get it up instantaneously?”
Wide-eyed, she stared at him. “You mean you can get aroused as many times as you want? All night long?”
He let out a hoarse chuckle. “Why don’t you let me show you?”
As his tongue slipped back into her mouth and his hand wandered down her body, she figured that probably wasn’t such a bad idea.
Chapter Ten
For the first time in a long time, Cresso awoke with a sense of hope and lightness. There was no doubt that had everything to do with the woman who lay beside him, sprawled out facedown on the mattress with her body half out of the sheets. What a delicious body it was, too, all soft curves and tantalizing angles. He couldn’t help but grin as he remembered all the ways they’d made love throughout the night. It had been everything he’d dreamed of, and more.
Genevieve was probably exhausted, and he longed to let her sleep, but she’d be pissed if he didn’t wake her for work. At least he knew of a few good ways to do that.
He reached out to trace the generous curve of her backside. Damn, she was so beautiful. Every moment he spent with her only reinforced how much he loved her.
That thought made him frown. He’d tried to tell her last night, but she’d stopped him. Whenever he’d spoken of how much he enjoyed being with her, she’d blown off his comment.
She didn’t believe him.
Well, he would simply have to find a way to make her believe. Because now that he’d had her, he could never let her go. That might be the right thing to do, though. Devil knew she deserved better than an incubus who needed sex to live. But he couldn’t give her up. He wasn’t strong enough.
Cresso grasped her shoulder and gently turned her over. Her glasses had slid partially off her face while she slept. He couldn’t believe she’d fallen asleep with them on. After taking them off, he placed them on the nightstand.
“Mmm…” Her eyes fluttered open, and she gave him a dreamy smile. “Waz’it?”
“It’s morning. Time to go to work.”
She groaned and flung an arm over her eyes.
“Sorry.” He chuckled and buried his face in her neck, breathing in her honeyed scent. “Should I have let you sleep?”
“No,” she murmured.
“Maybe I can help you wake up.”
When he trailed his hand down her side, she whispered, “Again?”
Hell, yes. But mindful of the fact she was probably sore, he squashed his enthusiasm. “Only if you want to.”
She was quiet for a moment. “Okay. But I get to be on top.”
No way he’d complain about that. He flipped onto his back, dragging her on top of him. “Suit yourself.”
Genevieve straddled him, her hair tumbling over her sleepy eyes. She giggled, the sound so at odds with her usual prim and proper demeanor that he couldn’t help but be excited by it. When his cock hardened, pressing against the sensitive flesh between her thighs, she let out a gasp and undulated against him. Her core was already slickened with arousal.
“Ready so soon?” he teased.
She grasped the base of his cock and slowly slid down. “So are you.”
He’d always be ready for her.
He held onto her hips as she set the pace, sliding up and down, driving him to the brink of madness. Damn, but he loved the way she made him feel. This was more than just sex; it was a soul connection between two people. She must feel the same way. She had to. Anything else was unimaginable.
The desire to tell her he loved her almost overwhelmed him, but he held back. She wasn’t ready to hear it. Yet. But soon…
When she stiffened and pulsed around him, he dug his heels into the mattress and shoved upward, pistoning in and out until she came apart in his arms. Only then did he allow himself to take his own release. He pulled her upper body down, wrapping his arms around her and continuing to pump until he’d spilled every last drop inside her. It was heaven. Pure heaven.
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nbsp; She hadn’t mentioned using protection, not even once. Practically, he knew she was aware of the extremely low odds of her getting pregnant from having sex with a demon. Almost impossible. Yet she was so cautious about everything else in her life. He couldn’t help but wonder at the meaning of that. Maybe deep down the thought of binding herself to a demon—to him—wasn’t so reprehensible.
“That was good,” she gasped into his chest.
Beyond that. It was amazing. He allowed himself to repeat in his mind the words he so longed to say aloud.
I love you, Gen. I love you.
…
Hours later, Genevieve looked up from her latest test batch. I can’t believe it. I did it.
After months of research, and despite everything that had happened in the past few days, she’d finally matched the chemical composition found in the type of flesh maliki demons favored. It should be an exhilarating moment, but she found herself numb to the excitement that generally followed such a major discovery. And the reason for that was obvious.
Cresso.
Everything else paled in comparison to him, to the moments she’d spent in his arms.
Last night had been unbelievable. Incredible. She’d had mind-blowing, thigh-quivering sex with an incubus.
No, not an incubus. Cresso.
Classifying him into a general group somehow seemed wrong after everything they’d shared.
The memory of the countless times they’d made love last night brought a flush to her cheeks. She didn’t recall ever being so sore or feeling so completely exhausted, and she loved every bit of it. He was demanding in the bedroom, yet giving at the same time. In short, he was everything Jeffrey hadn’t been.
Maybe it was time to stop comparing Cresso to the ghosts of her past. He’d proven to be different—to be better—in every way. The man was amazing. Brave, intelligent, and sexy, too. The total package.
Oh my God, I think I’m falling in love with him.
The realization slapped her in the face, blindsiding her with its unexpected force. Despite all her misgivings, despite the fact she’d warned herself against it, she’d allowed him to worm his way into her heart.
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