“No.” Whatever the Devil would do to him wouldn't be good, even if he didn’t hurt him. I didn’t want him using his mind control power on some unsuspecting policeman.
An idea flared to life.
Excitement and fear rushed through me as I grabbed the Devil by the jacket and pulled him closer to me. His firelight scent wrapped around me, and he towered a good head over me.
“Pretend to kiss me,” I said.
“Pretend?”
My gaze flicked up to meet his, and the heat in his eyes made my muscles go weak. His broad shoulders blocked the light at the end of the alley, and his head was bent low. He rested his hands on the brick wall on either side of my head, caging me in.
“Yeah.” My voice was rusty as I spoke. “Pretend.”
He dipped his head to my neck, his lips hovering over my skin. The faint brush of his breath made me tremble.
“Put your arms around me,” he murmured. “So the cop will think you want to be here.”
A shiver raced through me. Oh, I very much wanted to be there. My solo nights with an adult juice box and Cordelia were nothing compared to this. To say I’d been in a drought was an understatement.
I wrapped my arms around his back, making sure they were over his jacket so that the cop could see them if he looked in. We needed to hide our faces, but we didn’t want to get hauled in for public indecency.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my skin.
I shivered again, heat racing through my veins. I wanted him to kiss me. To press his lips firmly against me, to feel his touch.
A shudder ran through him, and I gripped him more tightly.
17
The Devil
Holding Carrow in my arms was heaven, or as close as I’d ever get to paradise.
It was also hell.
The scent of her was a drug, making my head spin as I resisted sinking my fangs into her neck. It would be so sweet, so perfect.
A shudder ran over me.
Resist.
But I had to have something. She called to me like a siren.
Unable to help myself, I pressed my lips to the smooth, warm skin of her neck.
A soft rush of breath escaped her as she tilted her head to the right, giving me more access. A low groan was torn from my throat, and I pressed against her, nearly forgetting the cop that we were hiding from. My lips parted.
Just one taste.
When my tongue touched her skin, it was bliss.
A moan of pleasure escaped her.
“All right, all right,” the cop’s voice sounded from behind us. Protectiveness surged through me, but when I heard his voice again, it drifted from down the street, and I realized that he’d kept walking as he talked. “Break it up, lovebirds. Not too much in the daylight.”
In my arms, Carrow sagged. She dropped her head back against the brick wall and looked up to meet my gaze. “That was close.”
“It was.” My voice was oddly rough as I spoke.