I glanced to the drawer where she'd tucked the device, of which, I still had no idea for what it was used. It wasn't going anywhere, and I was getting harder by the second. She rubbed her body all over mine, and I was no angel--well, not anymore. Gliding my hands up under her shirt, I tugged it over her head and bent to suckle her nipple. Parish squirmed with delight, and I'd never get tired of the sensation of a woman's fingernails raking my scalp and pulling me in for more. She felt like the fire I could bring up with my anger and she tasted like something even demons would be forbidden to touch. I never imagined I could get so quickly turned on and want to plunge myself inside a woman more than I did now. What were we doing? The chase had been set aside. Both believed we could distract the other. And I--hell--I wanted her like I'd never wanted another thing on this earth. All senses were focused on her sighs and coos, her skin's sweet rose scent. I had to have her. Her legs wrapped around my hips and tugged me against her soft belly.
