An Angel on A Demon's Shoulder (A BBW Paranormal Romance) (Demon Brothers' Trilogy Book 3) Read Free Page A

wasn’t drooling.
    She might be innocent in body, but her fantasies were off the charts. Fantasies with this man. A man that she’d never had.
    “Like what you see, sweetheart?”
    Bright red color flooded Clementine’s cheeks when she realized he had caught her staring at him. Much to her regret, no smart mouthed reply came to her. But then, what could she say? Cause yeah, she did like what she was seeing. A lot. She strode forward, putting on her power face as she liked to call it. She wore it when she found herself in a situation she was unfamiliar with. Like now. Facing a half-naked demon.
    “You’re mother sent me to help.” She walked up the metal ramp to the open back of the truck.
    “Well, bless my mother’s good thinking.” She squealed when his hand reached out, and he yanked her inside. Before she could blink, the door slid shut behind her, leaving them in darkness.
    “What are you doing?” she protested, unable to see anything.
    “Something I should have done a long time ago.” She gasped when he pushed her backward with his big body. Instinctively, her hands went out to grab hold of something. Since he had no shirt on, her hands met with a male of masculine flesh. Hot and hard.
    His hips rocked against hers, and she realized he was hot and hard all over. Sensations she’d never felt before seemed to explode around her seconds before his mouth was covering hers.
    Hot, hard, and possessive. That’s how he took her. Wanted to take her, Remington thought to himself as his mouth covered Clementine’s. As the sweet taste of her burst onto his tongue, he wondered why the hell he’d waited so long to kiss her. Moving his hips, he flexed his cock against the swell of her belly. So damn soft and sweet. Her mouth moved beneath him with that innocence he so craved. Craved from the bottom of his soul.
    “Let me in, baby,” he demanded. She opened to him shyly, and he thrust his tongue inside, rough and aggressive as his demon. He was a demon, he reminded himself. A creature with no finesse, a creature only wanting satisfaction. He nipped at her bottom lip sharply, licking away the drop of blood he drew. “So, good. So good.”
    Again and again, he tasted her, losing track of time, track of reality.
    “Hey, open up in there!”
    The pounding on the door behind Clementine didn’t register at first. He was too lost in the feel of Clementine in his arms. The taste of her on his lips.
    “Remington! What the hell are you doing in there?” A hard slam of Rafe’s fists against the door had the van almost rocking on its wheels.
    “Shit,” Remington muttered against her lips. Even in the face of his brother’s wrath, he was reluctant to draw away from her completely.
    Clementine’s mind teetered on the edge of madness when Remington’s mouth finally lifted from hers. The stifling air from the van closed in around her, making it difficult for her to breath. Or was that the effect of Remington’s kisses.
    Kisses! Her hand flew to her mouth, covering the swollen flesh. “What did you do?” she gasped.
    “If I have to explain that to you, you’re more innocent than I thought.”
    “No, I. Why?”
    “Well, since you’re dating, I thought you could use some experience.” He leaned down until he could stare her right in the eyes. “And what better way for an angel to gain experience than with a demon.”
    His sardonic tone pounded at her like stones falling from a mountain. Hard and sharp. Her eyes searched his, not wanting to believe what he was saying—or why he was saying it. Regret. Regret shone through the darkness in his eyes. Behind her, she felt the door start to slide open. Not waiting for it to open the whole way, she hurried out, ignoring the curious glance Rafe threw her way. She headed toward the car Rachel had recently purchased so she could get around in the human realm. She breathed a sigh of relief when she found the key in the ignition. She would have to remind Rachel that leaving the