Thunder and Lightning

“I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you,” she whispered, feeling all the erotic sensations well within her again. She tightened her grip on his hips and his cock. He groaned and she smiled. “Stop teasing me.”

But his head dropped to her chest and his tongue swiped over one still-taut nipple. Bev felt as though she’d jump right out of her own skin.

“You’ve proven your point,” she reminded him, thinking of that fire extinguisher in the kitchen.

“Not yet,” he said in a dark tone. “I’m still not done with you.”

“Seriously,” she whispered. “I’m about to start begging for more.”

He grinned. Half-assed and so damn sexy. “I can hold out for that.”

“Oh really?” She squeezed him tight and he growled.

“Goddamn…” he grunted. His eyes flashed with heat and longing and something dangerously erotic.

“You were saying?” she prompted.

Cane pressed into her again, pushing his cock in to the hilt, making her gasp.

Touché.

In a breathless voice, she suggested, “Perhaps if you let me take charge…”

His jaw clenched. She laughed softly.

He said, “Exactly how much trouble are you looking for tonight?”

“I already told you what I want. Straightforward. No holds barred. Make love to me again. Come inside me.” She held his steely gaze, challenging him. Wondering why he held back when she was the one with the most to lose.

When Cane moved away from her, Bev’s body bemoaned the loss of hard muscle and thick fulfillment.

“What are you…?”

He swept her up in his arms and she knew there was so much more to come. His eyes bore deep into hers and they seemed to rage with passion like the storm outside.

She didn’t have to finish her question. He didn’t have to answer it.

He was taking her to bed.

Chapter Six

Cane carried her up the first flight of stairs. This was insanity personified, but that was moot at this point, really. He’d experienced paradise and was now shooting for the stars. Heaven, even.

Bev smelled sweet. Tasted tangy and delicious. Fucked passionately and with no inhibition.

He couldn’t imagine being inside another woman and feeling this complete, this sensational. He wanted all of her. Knew he couldn’t have all of her, but still… There was an unspoken understanding between them. And somehow he was managing to keep the beast out of the equation. He could ravish her. Devour her. Make love to her. Make her come repeatedly.

And not kill her.

For once he felt as though he actually might be able to have it all.

And that was the most amazing feeling he’d experienced in longer than he could remember. Maybe his cursed existence had a slight chance at salvation after all.

To possess Bev physically and emotionally—as a man, not a demon… That would change everything for him.

He reached the first landing and sank to his knees. He couldn’t even make it to her bedroom. Wanted desperately to be inside her hot, slick body again.

They shifted at the same time and suddenly he was sitting on the polished hardwood floor and she was straddling his lap. Her fingers plowed through his hair and her mouth covered his just as his hands gripped her waist. She came down on him, taking him fully into her body in one fell swoop. He fought back the lustful, primal, territorial growl that rose within him.