Demon Seed Read Free

didn’t exist. So if not an ambush, then what? One fact he knew: the beach had been compromised. No way could it be the emergency escape route Satan, his Hades Squad team member, had suggested. So much for the expensive equipment he’d painstakingly stashed in the cave at the far end of the bay. SEALs double-, triple-, and quadruple-checked every fucking detail of a mission. But he was more OCD than even Satan and just had to take one last inspection tonight.
    Emilio wouldn’t expect anyone to head east straight into the Venezuelan interior, and that was Demon’s ultimate destination. But first he had to get Jacinta back to wherever she came from. If time allowed that little luxury.
    His clothes, designed not to retain moisture, were almost dry. Demon tugged off his shirt, snagged it around one of the sea grape trees lining the beach, and then headed to retrieve his curvy package.
    Before he reached her, Jacinta called out softly, “Is it okay?”
    “Yes.”
    She was at his side in less than three seconds. “I knew you’d come back.”
    The fact she had to say the words said otherwise. He scooped her up and carried her to where the beach turned into gravel and then soft grasses. After setting her down, he ordered, “Put your hands up. I’m going to loan you my shirt.”
    Not once had she disobeyed an order. “I am fine. You did all the peddling. You need your shirt.”
    “Paddling. You will wear the shirt. But you might want to take off that wet bra first.” He marveled at her calm. Not a single note of hysteria rode her voice.
    The moon made a sudden appearance. Demon pulled her under the tree. “No time to argue, Jacinta. We have to get moving.”
    “I can carry my brassiere until it dries.” She reached behind her back, undid the strap, and hung her head for a second before slipping the garment off.
    “Bra. Not many people say brassiere.” Demon took the wet bra and slung it over his shoulder. Shit . He never had trouble controlling his breathing. And he never had trouble controlling his blasted cock. He wanted to tell her that she had magnificent breasts. Big-nippled, perfect, rounded globes that didn’t sag a millimeter without support. “Hands up.”
    When she kept her head down, he nudged her chin.
    Damn. She looked about to cry. Reaction had finally set in . Gathering her close, he shared his body heat and massaged her lower back, trying to ignore the soft press of her nipples, the supple silk of her skin, the whiff of lemon clinging to her wet hair. “Easy, honey. You’ve been so great tonight. Don’t fall apart on me now. I have to get you to safety.”
    Sniffing, she lifted to meet his gaze and managed a tremulous smile. “I’m okay now. Can I put on the shirt myself?”
    Reluctant to forgo the anticipated pleasure of skimming more of her soft flesh, he released her, stepped back, and gave her the garment.
    She turned around to put the tee on. Moonbeams flickered through the branches above, and he got a leisurely up close and personal view of her gorgeous ass and a waist he estimated to be twenty-two inches at most. His stones fired tight and hard, and he was so close to shooting his wad that he had to concentrate on the branch of the tree above him for a good nine seconds before he risked glancing at her.
    The T-shirt reached her just above the knee. Demon shook his head, not understanding how any female could look both demure and sexier than Aphrodite at the same time. He scooped her up again.
    “I can walk.” But she looped her arms around his neck, and her teeth flashed white when she smiled. The tiny gap proved both charming and enticing.
    “Not on bare feet, you can’t. As we walk, want to try filling me in on what happened earlier?” Demon had a feeling he could get used to having Jacinta in his arms.
    He made it to the dirt road, and she still hadn’t uttered a word, and then the tension went out of her limbs. She’d fallen asleep. He’d have to teach her not to trust so