tanned flesh. I loved the white-collar corporate raider look on a man who could literally toss flames through the air. And his pants were midnight-black. Oh, baby, what a sexy combination.
"What the--?"
"There's a handsome man lying on my bed," I cooed. "Wouldn't want to let this opportunity pass. Mercy, that is more than a six-pack. I didn't know they made demons so sturdy."
"I was forged Beneath. Of course I'm--"
I tongued his nipple, and he hissed with pleasure. "You won't start on fire if I do this, will you?"
The whole fiery hands thing had freaked me, but I figured it's because he was a fire demon. I didn't have a fire extinguisher nearby, so I hoped he could keep his cool.
"Parish," he rasped. "Not wise."
"Maybe I should keep a bucket of cold water by the bed?"
"No. Won't flame."
I licked down his abs to his stomach. Oh hell, no belly button. What the heck?
"Beelzebub and all the demons in Beneath, what are you up to?"
I maintained seduction mode, but only by not looking at his smooth belly. "Up to? Only your stomach," I said, then licked a trail higher to a hard pectoral. "Now I'm at your chest. A little higher?"
He gripped the back of my hair tightly, which pulled my tongue off his skin, but I could work with his angry vibe, and bracketed my knees around his hips.
I hadn't realized demons could look so physically different from other paranormals. If he didn't have a belly button, then he may not have a birth mother. I could buy into that. Corporeal demons were summoned from all sorts of nasty, or so I suspected.
"Your spell didn't work," he said through a clenched jaw, "so now you think you can distract me?"
"I have been known to distract." Though it was much tougher going the more I thought about his unholy origins. Tossing my head to the side slid my long hair over his bare chest.
He hissed again in pleasure. "I'll call your bluff. Let's do this."
Flipped around, I soared onto my back and landed the pillows with a cushy pouf. The demon crawled over me, his fingers sneaking up under my top. I knew he would get what he wanted--what we both wanted--before the night was over, and what I wanted was a distracted demon.
As he kissed a path from my belly button up toward my panting breasts, I wondered where, exactly, I'd sink in my fangs.
Chapter Three
The vampiress wanted some?
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. My cock ached, and I had to unzip to relieve the tight tension strapping it to my body. It sprang out and the little vixen grasped it firmly, making me clench the pillow near her head.
"You're playing with fire," I growled and lashed her other nipple roughly.
"You're not going to burn me, are you, Cinder? That would be far from the sweet nothings I prefer. Mmm, you're so hard."
"I only make flames when I'm angry, vixen." I shuffled down my pants and she nudged them from my legs with her feet, and followed with her pants. "What are sweet nothings?"
With a dismissive shrug, she said, "I'll
Dancing in My Nuddy Pants
Paula Goodlett, edited by Paula Goodlett