Dark Beauty (The Deadly Beauties Live On 1)

Her fingers keep tracing, and I fight like a damn warrior to refrain from pinning her to her back and slamming my mouth against hers.

Off limits. Off limits. Off limits.

My mantra seems to be pointless, because the more she touches me, the more turned on I become. And my self-control is fraying. Fast.

“Well, they defend their young no matter what beast or person toys with their nests. They attack without regard for their own lives. It’s heroic.”

She grins again, and as an award for my admission, she kisses me in a spot just above her last kiss. My hands turn to fists, and she starts getting closer, forcing my arm to wrap around her. I keep it limply to the side, refusing to touch her, even though the temptation is almost overwhelming.

“They’re also puckish,” I say quickly, stalling as I try to get myself under control.

“Puckish?” she muses, grinning again. “How are they puckish?”

She lifts a leg, sliding it over my waist, and my fists clench tighter. “Kimber, what—”

“How are they puckish?” she repeats, sliding her leg over more until I feel her center firmly pressed against me, her heat touching me intimately against my jean-clad leg.

Swallowing, I finally answer, “Numerous ways. Once I witnessed two sparrows pestering a cat while it walked across the yard. They would swoop down and flick the cat’s tail, crisscrossing and flying back up, then doing it again. They took turns actually hitting the tail. As they passed, one would fly high and one would fly low, as though it was just known which route to take. Mesmerizing. I couldn’t stop watching.”

She smiles again, but then suddenly she slides over on top of me, straddling my waist until she slides over the painful part of my pants. My cock is already straining to get out, and I’m still trying to wrap my mind around what the fuck is going on.

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p; “Kimber,” I groan, but she leans forward.

The second her lips brush my neck, my hands involuntarily go to her ass, grinding her against me. Her heat feels too good, too tempting, and I move one hand up to grab the back of her head as she flicks her tongue against the skin of my neck.

“Damn it, Kimber,” I growl, finding my resistance faltering. “You know we can’t do this.”

“Why, Gage? It’s obvious you want to as much as I do,” she whispers, grinding herself harder against me and gyrating her hips in a way that has my head pounding back against the pillow.

“Talking about birds shouldn’t have you this hot for me,” I say jokingly, trying to break the fucking spell between us, because that’s exactly what it feels like.

She leans up, and my eyes go wide when she pulls her shirt off. No bra covers her bare, perky, fucking perfect tits. As she drops her shirt to the floor, her eyes meet mine, and her devilish grin comes out to play.

“You’re so passionate about something as mundane as the trust and instinct of a mortal creature. I can only imagine the depths that passion can reach. And I want to know.”

Surely to God that’s not the alcohol talking. She went from zero to sixty in…

That thought trails off as I take in her aura that is shining too bright. It’s intoxicating—a heady, strong, powerful draw that has me running my hands up her like I can’t stop myself. Realization sweeps in, and I curse loudly while pounding my head against the pillow over and over.

“Fucking Dice!” I snarl.

I should have known better. At least it’s the eye-opener I needed to snap out of this haze.

“You’re yelling Dice’s name at a moment like this?” she asks in a teasing tone while leaning over and brushing her lips against mine.

That incubus better be happy I like him just enough to not kill him.

“He fucked with you. You don’t want me, Kimber. You’re being manipulated.”

She shrugs carelessly, still topless on top of me and driving me out of my damn mind. “I want you without the influence of an incubus. And you want me. It’s powerful. Whatever draws us to each other, it’s very, very powerful.”

Yeah… I might still kill the meddling incubus.

My coldness creeps in, and I shift under her, spinning her to the bed and landing on top of her. Unfortunately, I also end up between her legs and they clamp against my waist.

Staring into her blue eyes, my mind battles with my body. “You’re the kind of girl I have to stay away from, Kimber. I told you once I’m nothing more than a pretty distraction. Though I can promise you’d love every second together, it’s not worth it. I’ve let enough women break me.”