One Handsome Devil (6 page)

That, more than his words, persuaded her that he meant it. He found her body attractive, compelling, and special. That knowledge gave her the confidence to unhook her brassiere.

Sweat beaded on Jack's forehead. Even through her jeans, his heat seared her. A rush of power she'd never imagined swept over her. He hadn't rejected her. His eyes fastened on her small breasts as if they were great treasures.

Sara leaned forward until her body touched his. She brushed her lips against his, but continued, sliding her knees to his waist.

Jack caught one of her breasts in his mouth, nipped down its hardened point. If he lost control now, as he'd promised he would, she would be in real trouble.

Sara gritted her teeth in a panicked moment of fear, then forced herself to relax. She wasn't normally a risk taker, but this was different. She had no choice.

Jack's tongue swirled around her nipple bringing it to even greater peaks of arousal.

She moaned, pressing herself against him so he could take all of her breast into his mouth.

His small horns pressed against her face and she looked at them carefully for the first time. They were alive, a part of him rather than an appendage. She grasped one in her hand and pressed her mouth over it.

Jack shuddered.

She had found another erogenous zone. Demons could be such fun.

His mouth opened wider, tugged harder until her entire breast seemed absorbed into it. His tongue moved fast. Faster than she would have thought possible.

The sensation gathered in her breasts, then spilled down her spine to her womb, to where her clitoris pressed through her jeans against his erection.

"Oh.” The mini-orgasm subsided and she pulled herself back. “I didn't know that was going to happen. I guess demons aren't the only ones who can lose control."

Jack nodded. “But you didn't rip me into pieces. Some might view that as a key difference."

It took her a moment to realize why he looked disappointed. “You really think we're stopping, don't you?"

"Why would you want to continue."

"Because we can do better."

Sara pulled herself away from his mouth, then stood next to the bed. She yanked at her jeans. Why hadn't she worn something impractical like a miniskirt and a thong bikini? Instead she had jeans and a pair of cotton briefs.

Jack's eyes said he didn't mind—that he approved of her the way she was. It hardly seemed possible, but Sara wasn't going to complain.

She stood, naked, and let him survey her, flaws and all.

"You are beautiful, inside and out.” He spoke gravely, as if intending that she remember his words forever.

"As are you.” Her voice came out breathy, excited. Well, no big surprise there. She cleared her throat. “Let me just get those pants the rest of the way off and we'll decide what to do next.

"Oh. Am I involved in the decision?"

She laughed. “You just get to sit back and take it."

"There are worse things."

She rip-cut the other leg of his pants leaving his body as naked as her own.

Her thighs burned with need for him, her womb ached to be filled with him. Still, she feared what would happen if she thrust herself on his erection.

Well, she'd said Jack needed to learn control. Both of them could learn it together.

She turned to the CD player near her bed and put on Vivaldi. Music should help.

"You can't kill a demon but you are coming close,” Jack protested.

"You don't like Vivaldi?"

"You know what I mean."

She knelt over his head facing his body. He couldn't move, the wards held him in place, but his breath brushed against her as he tried to reach her with his intimate kiss.

Keeping herself just out of his reach, she leaned forward and seized his erection in her hands again.

"Oh, yes,” he moaned.

Sara lowered herself just a fraction of an inch. Now his tongue could barely reach the folds of her womanhood, still short of her liquid core.

His tongue caressed, more gently than she would have dreamed possible.

Any of the men she had dated would have rolled her over now. Her body was prepared, lubricated, and ready. Her mind needed more. Would Jack have had the patience she needed if her wards did not hold him? Someday, perhaps soon, the answer to that question would matter more than anything in the world to her. For now, she let herself be swept away in the tender touch of his lips and tongue against hers.

Losing control for just a moment, Sara pressed herself harder against him. He responded, his tongue entering deep into her, finding that mythical
G
spot only Katra of her friends professed to believe in.

She tried to wriggle free but lacked the strength. Instead she spilled her hair over his erection and waited for the explosion she knew would come from within her.

It came.

Slowly, shaking, she pulled herself away from him, overly sensitized to his touch. “Thank you, Jack,” she murmured. No one had ever had the patience to bring her to satisfaction that way. Not that she'd taken long. Jack made her as randy as a cat in heat.

Jack nodded. Waves of heat radiated from his body as if he was an oven. “It was my pleasure."

"Not entirely. But speaking of your pleasure."

Sara looked at his erection, still held in her two hands. There was no way that monster would fit inside of her. Still, if she stopped now, she would be the laughing stock of her girlfriends and, more importantly, would regret it forever.

I won't get pregnant with you, will I?"

"Not unless you wish it."

"Not. Not wishing it.” She wanted to be very clear on that. An unplanned pregnancy would be hard enough without having to explain why her baby had bat wings.

She turned around to face him, then straddled his hips again. Doing this while naked was different, hugely different, than it had been with her jeans on.

She brushed herself against his arousal.

He moaned.

Slowly, she lowered herself two inches onto his swollen erection.

She felt like she would split. She felt as if she would never be happy again if she didn't go through with this.

She took a deep breath, afraid to go further, yet afraid to stop. She looked at him, seeking a clue.

Jack's eyes opened as if they'd always been shut, letting her see into him, into his thoughts, his desire, his need. For him, now, at least, his desire for her dominated all other thoughts. He needed her.

Perhaps nothing else could have given her the courage. Jack's need did.

She plunged herself down on him. If this killed her, what a way to go.

She heard herself scream. Not a death scream—instead, a cry of pleasure. Her body miraculously accommodated his, yet he filled her absolutely. His heat made her aware of every inch of her body—including inches she had been certain didn't exist.

She moved herself on him, feeling his texture against her length.

She lowered herself again, then bent and kissed him.

The wards showered both of them with sparks that felt like angel kisses as Jack's body found the rhythm that joined them.

Impossibly, so short a time after her orgasm, the pressure built up inside her again.

Jack moaned, his eyes glazed with desire.

She raked her nails across his hard chest and he bucked harder into her.

Sara clenched down with all of the muscles of her womb, holding him as if she could hold an angel against his will.

He shuddered.

The tingle of his seed inside of her released the last gasp of her restraint. She slammed her hips into his, taking all of him, then gave herself to the orgasm that swept over her like a sandstorm wiping out all vestiges of civilization.

His wings appeared from behind his back and pressed her against his chest, covering both of them, caressing, holding, protecting. Loving?

"I've had a great time but I've got to get home,” Katra whispered. She couldn't remember ever watching the sun rise with a man—certainly not on a first date. Derrick's attentiveness, his evident concern for her, had made the hours fly. He hadn't even pushed when she'd set the limits for their caresses.

"Why don't you take the day off?” Derrick suggested. “We could grab some breakfast at the Mansion, then take a look at one of the places where I'm thinking about opening my office. After that, we could stop at one of the malls and pick up a few things for you."

"I'm a little strapped this month,” Katra answered. At least she was until she followed up on her lottery ticket. Of course she had made Derrick stop at a 7-11 and double-checked the ticket number while he'd bought both of them Slurpees. Telling Katra she'd won would be exactly the type of joke Minnie would love to pull. This time, she hadn't.

"Oh, don't worry about that.” Derrick smiled showing his even teeth. “I'm the one taking you out. I certainly wouldn't want you to have to go to a lot of expense on my account. After all, like I told you, I can handle it."

Unease touched on Katra but she forced away any such thoughts. Derrick wasn't just handsome, he was considerate. Jack the Demon might talk a tough line, but he'd come through in a big way.

"I buy my own clothes."

"I saw what was in your closet.” Derrick looked concerned. “You were always taking care of your mother and sister even back in high school. I respect that, but why don't you let me help you out a little?"

Good answers. Full credit to Derrick. It was almost enough to make Katra give in. Almost, but not quite. “I'm an independent woman,” Katra reminded him. If he liked her at all once Jack the demon's infatuation wore off, Katra wanted Derrick to like her for who she was. Of course her relationship with her family was her own business.

Derrick put up his hands in mock surrender. “All right, I just thought shopping together could be fun."

"If you're still interested in a couple of months, I'll let you take me to Victoria's Secret,” Katra promised. “That
would
be fun, and there I'll let you buy.” No reason not to promise a little since she wasn't delivering anything yet. Perversely, Derrick's interest had increased her caution rather than the reverse.

"I'd like that, Katra,” Derrick murmured. He pulled her toward him across the soft leather of his Jaguar's front seat and nuzzled at her neck. “I've never been known for my patience. For you, I can wait."

A shiver ran down Katra's spine, although she wasn't sure whether it was Derrick's words or his kisses that set it off.

"Anyway, I can't take the day off from work,” she told him. “The thing about being a teacher is that if you're not there every day, the kids get off the lesson plan."

"Would that be so terrible?” Derrick's breath was hot in her ear.

Obviously he'd never been a teacher. “Oh, yeah, terrible is the least of it. I'd have to break them of whatever bad habits they got into with their substitute, then I'd have to catch up. Trust me, it would be torture."

"Missing you will be torture for me."

"I like it when you talk romantically, but let's not get carried away,” Katra urged. “This is our first date."

"But we're watching the sun come up together."

"Only because we've been talking."

"And I've enjoyed it, a lot.” Derrick caught her chin and turned her face until she was looking into his warm brown eyes. “Perhaps tonight we will do more than talk. Promise me that you'll have dinner with me again."

Hum, macaroni and cheese with her mother or steak and lobster with a handsome man? “I think I could manage that. But I can't go all night without sleeping again so I won't promise more than dinner."

Derrick breathed a sigh of what sounded like relief. “Yes, even that will be enough.” He paused for a moment. “I can't believe how attractive I find you."

Katra could believe it. She'd wished for it. Right now, she wished she could tell how much of Derrick's attraction came from himself, and how much came from Jack the demon's power. “Be careful what you wish for,” she whispered to herself.

"Pardon me?"

"Nothing. I was just saying I'd better get going if I'm going to be at work on time."

"I can drop you off at your school if you'd like. If would give us a few more moments together."

Brother, just what she needed. Showing up at school all hot and bothered. “Just drop me by my house. I've got to change anyway."

"I think you look beautiful."

"Yeah, and so would all the other teachers. There was one teacher who came in dressed like this one day when we all knew her husband was out of town. I don't think she ever heard the end of that. Date clothes don't work at school. At least not for the teachers."

He smiled. “I'll drop you by your house. Shall I pick you up around seven tonight?"

She had a couple of tests to grade but she could manage if she didn't get into any of the discussions in the teacher break room. “Seven would be great."

Derrick started the engine and accelerated back toward Dallas. The skyline came slowly into view, glowing like the Emerald City of Oz. The Jaguar's engine was practically silent at a speed that would have had Katra's Beretta howling.

She cuddled closer to his muscular body. “I've had a wonderful time."

"Me too. Are you sure we don't have enough time for breakfast?"

"I'm sure."

She felt oddly relieved as she stepped out of his car in front of her trailer. She was more than a little out of practice at the girlfriend thing. Well, she had the rest of her life to get back in practice.

"See you tonight,” Derrick called after her as she fumbled for her house key.

"Yeah."

"I can hardly wait."

She nodded. She needed to talk to Sara before she let herself get too committed. It wasn't fair to Derrick, and it wasn't fair to her either to have a boyfriend wished on her rather than one who wanted her for herself. Once she figured out what was really going on, she could make a decision on how far to let things go.

Katra let herself in, changed into a denim skirt and cotton blouse, and grabbed the last Pop Tart from the box she'd bought only yesterday. Oh well, at least her mother and sister weren't going to starve.