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he shrugged. “so?”
… “that was rude, daemon. You embarrassed him.” … “and I thought using your … Stuff would draw them here?”
… “that was barley a blip on the map. That didn’t even leave a trace on anyone.”
he lowered his head until the edges of his dark curled brushed my cheek. I was caught between wanting to crawl into my locker or crawl into him. “besides, I was doing you a favor.”
i laughed. “and how was that doing me a favor?”
… “studying math wasn’t what he had in mind.”
that was debatable, but I decided to play along … “and what if that’s the case?”
“you like simon?” his chin jerked up, anger flashing in his emerald eyes. “you can’t possibly like him.”
… “are you jealous? … Your jealous of simon?” I lowered my voice. “of a human? for shame, daemon.
“my favorite kind of motel?.
move, I ordered restlessly.
it trembled under my foot, and then the heavy oak chair slid out from under me, dodging our leaning bodies. Unprepared for the sudden void, daemon lurched forward, and I was unable to carry the unexpected weight. I collapsed backward, bringing daemon along with me.
the full contact of his body, flush against mine, sent my senses into chaotic overdrive. His tongue swept over mine as his fingers splayed across my cheeks. His hand slid down my side, gripping my hip as he urged me closer. The kisses slowed and his chest rose as he drank me in.
with one last lingering exploration, he lifted his head and smiled down at me.
my heart skipped a beat as he hovered over me with an expression that tugged deep in my chest. He moved his finger back up, along my cheek, trailing an invisible path to my chin.
“i didn’t move that chair, kitten.”
“i’m assuming you didn’t like where it was?”
“it was in your way,” I said. My hands were still curled around his arms.
“i can see that.” daemon smoothed a fingertip over the curve of my bottom lip before taking my hand, pulling me up.
luxul este o necesitate care începe acolo unde se sfârșesc necesitățile.
unii oameni cred că luxul este opusul sărăciei. Nu este așa. El este opusul vulgarității. Luxul este opusul prestigiului.
“no olive garden? man, we’ve got to get that boy some endless breadsticks and salad. Travesty.” – daemon.
“what?” I frowned. “does it make my butt look big?”
she laughed. “no. You looked stunning in it.”
“then what’s the deal?”
her smile turned downright mischievous. “oh, you know, just that the color red is daemon’s favorite.
“it’s actually,’i howl and I whine. I’m after you,’ and not blah or whatever.
from strangers and get into vans with a sign that reads free kittens?.
“please.” I swallowed hard, but the words came out easier than I could’ve ever imagined. “please don’t hurt her.”
“you’d beg for a human who wouldn’t do the same for you?”
“i’d do anything for her.”
“and I would do anything for him.” kat gasped out.
“and I do love the sight of my hands on your *ss, too.
his eyes were beautiful when they met mine, luminous and clear, and a long moment stretched out between us. “i love you.
virginia, the land of lost models.
“kissing her is always the right thing to do.
he laughed, deep and throaty. “now that’s not very ladylike, kittycat.”
i whipped around. “don’t ever call me that,” I snapped.
“it’s better than calling someone a douchebag, isn’t it?” he pushed out the door. “this has been a stimulating visit. I’ll cherish it for a long time to come.”
okay. That was it. “you know, you’re right. How wrong of me to call you a douchebag. Because a douchebag is too nice of a word for you,” I said, smiling sweetly. “you’re a dickhead.”
“a dickhead?” he repeated. “how charming.”
i flipped him off.
“w-w-what?” – katy
“i think he liked me, like, really liked me.” – daemon
“your ego knows no limit, you know that?.” – katy
“you’ll see. I know these kinds of things.” – daemon.
“it’s not about ownership, you little nut.”
“nut?” I glared at him. “i wouldn’t call me names when I have a knife in my hand.
“everyone has to excel at something, right?”
“well, you’re doing a great job.
and then he shifted and rolled. I was on my back, and he was still on the move. His face burrowed into the space between my neck and shoulder, nuzzling. Sweet baby jesus…warm breath danced over my skin, sending shivers down my body. His arm was heavy against my stomach, his leg between mine, pushing up and up. Scorched air fled my lungs.
daemon murmured in a language I couldn’t understand. Whatever it was, it sounded beautiful and soft. Magical. Unearthly.
i could’ve woken him up but for some reason I didn’t. The thrill of him touching me was far stronger than anything else.
his hand was on the edge of the borrowed shirt, his long fingers on the strip of exposed flesh between the hem on the shirt and the band of the worn pajama bottoms. And his hand inched up under the shirt, across my stomach, where it dipped slightly. My pulse went into cardiac territory. The tips of his fingers brushed my ribs. His body moved, his knee pressed against me.
daemon stilled. No one moved. The clock on the wall ticked.
and I cringed.
i rolled my eyes and began walking again. “no daemon, but thanks for making sure i’m mentally sound and all.
screwing you with my eyes’ thing they had going on.” I choked on my drink. “that was not what we were doing. We were talking!.
“what?” I demanded, dropping my hands.
“yeah, see, you saying her name alone makes me want to kill you. So, no, not good enough for me.
“other than what I felt this morning when I saw how good you looked in those jeans?”
“daemon.” I sighed, trying to disregard the girl in my that screamed, he noticed me! “i’m being serious.
thought washing a car would be so hard, but after watching you for the last fifteen minutes, i’m convinced it should be an olympic sport.
katy: stalking me again, I see. Do I need to get a restraining order?
daemon: in your dreams, kitten. Oh wait, i’m already starring in those, aren’t i?
katy: nightmares, daemon. Nightmares.
in the pit of my stomach, tight coils thrummed. “what is the point of this?”
“oh, for crap’s sake, yes, I have. I do! do you want me to write it down for you? send you an e-mail or a text? will that make you feel better?”
daemon arched a brow. “you don’t need to be sarcastic.
“unless you want me to,” he said with a devilish grin.
little creature.” daemon let out a loud laugh. “et?”
“yes! like et, asshole. I’m so glad you find this funny.
“caving in?” I laughed without feeling. “i just want you out of my face.”
daemon chuckled deeply. “keep telling yourself that, kitten.”
“keep using your ego steroids.
“oh, so it ate itself?” dee shrieked so loudly I thought I heard the rafters in the ceiling shake. “did the spoon ate it? oh wait, I know. The carton ate it.”
“actually, I think the freezer ate it.
“what? did he slip and fall on your mouth? those things are known to happen.
“just long enough to see you give daemon the middle finger.”
“he deserved it.
“that, and you’re a human. Humans are weak. They bring us nothing but trouble.”
my eyes narrowed. “we aren’t weak. And you’re on our planet. How about a little respect, buddy.”
amusement flickered in his emerald eyes. “point taken.
he arched a brow. ‘and what do aliens look like?’
‘not…not like you,’ I sputtered. ‘they aren’t gorgeous–‘
‘you think i’m gorgeous?’ he smiled.
daemon’s grin went up a notch. “nah, she likes my *ss too much for that.
air punched out of my lungs. I held her tight, and I knew right then I would burn down the whole universe for her if I had to.
i would do anything to keep her safe. Kill. Heal. Die. Anything. Because she was my everything.