Knocking on Demon’s Door

"We need to get out of here."

"We can't. They'll know we're up to something." Blake's mouth moved to her ear, where his warm breath caressed her sensitive lobe. "I need for you to pretend we're making love, Sunny. Can you do that? It's the only way for us to keep our cover."

The uncertainty in his tone surprised her. It was very un-demon-like. She swallowed.

"Yeah."

Blake removed her jacket, his hands skimming her curves. She shivered under his invasive touch.

"Are you cold?" he murmured.

"No," she managed to croak out as he pulled her closer. In fact, she was hot. So goddamn hot from his touch she was about to spontaneously combust.

His lips brushed over her eyes, her nose and settled on her lips. He whispered into her mouth. "I don't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable doing, understand?" he whispered.

Michelle could hear the need and lust in his voice and had to admit she wasn't at all immune to his touch. How could she be, considering who and what he was? "I understand," she said, his genuine concern for her well-being touching her deep and getting to her in a way that warmed her from the inside out.

With that Blake guided her to the center of the room. His dark, smoldering eyes locked on hers. Warmth pooled between her legs and she wanted...no needed, to feel his body next to hers. He ran his fingers along the back of her neck as she reached out a shaky hand and tugged his T-shirt from his waistband. Blake helped her remove it. Her breath caught when she glanced at his hardness. Her entire body quivered as she trailed her fingers over his flesh.

"Sweetheart..." The roughness in his voice gave way to softness as she caressed his gorgeous warrior's body, taking extra care to run soothing hands over his scars. When her eyes met his, she was completely unprepared for the emotions he brought out in her.

The minute she felt his warmth beneath her fingertips, her heart began to pound in a way it had never pounded before and everything inside her told her this moment wasn't about cameras, protecting their cover or the irresistible lure of the demon. The woman in her wanted him on an emotional level and never desired anyone the way she desired him. As his touch warmed her darkest corners she trembled and knew this moment was about a man and a woman and their undeniable need for one another, a need that started on the dance floor and had now spilled into his bedroom. No, she quickly corrected herself. The need started well before the dance floor because she couldn't dispute the fact that the second she'd set eyes on Blake she'd wanted him physically, but there was something deep inside him, something warm, compassionate and giving that drew her in emotionally. Nor could she deny that, after watching him for days, she'd also glimpsed the man beneath the monster, a man who got to her in a way that no one else ever had.

She was fully aware that for the first time in her life, she was letting her heart rule her actions. But right now all that mattered was this man and this moment.

Blake's hands went to her shirt and he arched a questioning brow before proceeding. In one quick movement she pulled her own shirt off, answering his question.

His smoldering eyes dropped to her breasts. "My God," he murmured.

Her lips found his for a long, soul-searching kiss. Blake circled his hands around her waist and squeezed her ass. A moment later he inched back and gestured toward the bathroom, his voice loud and clear when he said, "It's been a long day and I'd liked to get cleaned up first."

Instantly understanding the gist, she nodded. "I'll help."

With that his lips found hers again, and as they'd continued to kiss and caress each other, once again putting on a good show for those who were watching, Blake walked her backwards and guided her into the bathroom, leaving Trevor's goons to believe they were going to continue their exploration in the shower. Once inside, he turned on the water and then twisted to face her.

"I checked earlier, Sunny and there are no cameras in here. We don't have to pretend anymore. It's safe to talk." An invisible band tightened around her heart when she heard the vulnerability in his voice. Oh God, how she wanted him.

Standing before her in nothing more than a pair of jeans, he looked like he was in agony.

Total frigging agony. Physically and emotionally.

Aching to lose herself in him, to touch him and have him touch her in return, she took one step and closed the small gap between them. She brushed her tongue over her bottom lip, while her finger traced his mouth. "We can't be sure, Blake," she said, wanting, needing, most desperately to finish what they started.

"But I—"

When she pressed against him, letting him know exactly what she wanted, the color in his eyes deepened and she knew he was beginning to understand the implications of her actions. Air rushed from his lungs in a whoosh and his body began to shake.

"Oh, hell, Sunny." With that he backed her up and pinned her to the wall, answering the demands of her body. His hungry mouth crashed down and with the way his tongue was tangling with hers and his fingers were ripping at her jeans it was clear that he couldn't seem to get her naked quick enough.

Without pause, he pulled her jeans to the floor and she quickly kicked them away. Her eyes never left his as he took a tiny step back. A moan escaped his mouth as he just stood there, taking his time to stare at her body. She watched his throat work as he swallowed. "You're beautiful." He gently stroked her face and outlined her angles. The tenderness in his tone filled her with warmth.

She pointed her index finger at his jeans. "And you're completely overdressed."