Excerpt He moved toward me on long, straight legs that were encased in equally long, seductively tight pants of some kind of black, shimmery material. The pants climbed his legs lovingly, reaching toward an impossibly beautiful torso with tender fingers of cloth and melted over his narrow hips before tucking themselves away in his trim waistline. His shoulders were broad and strained against the sheer white shirt he was wearing. Like a pulsating billboard hanging over Times Square, the shirt pronounced him a sexual predator. It was tucked into the shimmering pants but was left basically unbuttoned, showcasing a lean but well-sculpted chest of the most beautiful golden color I'd ever seen. As he walked, his pecs rippled and his biceps bulged against the tissue thin fabric of the shirt. My eyes finally made it to his face as he got within five feet of me and I almost forgot to raise the cross to stop him. His deep laughter rumbled through the room as he came to a casual stop and cocked his gorgeous head at me. "You have no reason to fear me," he said. After the barest hesitation he added, "At the moment." It was the deep, sexy voice from the televisual. I blinked. "You're the advocate?" "I never said that." I blinked again. "You didn't?" I felt as if my mind had turned to water and was flowing out of my head. My body felt languid and warm. Very warm if you know what I mean. I had to force myself to concentrate on keeping the cross up. He just stared at me through almond shaped eyes that looked about ten miles deep. His devastatingly sensual gaze was cloaked in black velvet and ringed with pulsating rings of gold. His burnished black mane of hair fell around his square, golden jaw and touched his shoulders just where the barest, sexiest, little curl started at the ends. "Shit." I shook my head and pinched myself with my free hand. "Get out of my head!" He laughed again. "But it's nice in there." "Get the hell out or I'll vaporize you. I pulled the holy water out of my pocket and started unscrewing the cap. He raised large, square, hands in surrender and the woozy feeling began draining away from my mind. After a minute my body almost stopped tingling. He shook his head, causing the glossy, black mane to swing away from his shoulders. No, the tingling wasn't entirely gone, but I wasn't going to say anything because I was afraid it was me doing it this time and I didn't want to embarrass myself. "It's really too bad, I was enjoying our mating." Forcing myself to ignore his affect on my body I shook my head and narrowed my eyes at him. "There was no mating going on, bud, not even a little bit." He simply smiled at me in a way that made me doubt my own reality. "Not of the physical kind, of course, that will come later. But you must have noticed how our minds were drawn to each other. I haven't felt that kind of attraction for quite some time." To avoid thinking about what he was saying, I concentrated hard on the accent. Where had I heard it before? "Get over it, it's not reciprocal." He shrugged his broad shoulders. "Deny it if you will. It will do you no good." "The Royal Court!" He cocked his dark head again. "I beg your pardon?" "You're a member of the Devil Court." "That is correct." "And Deaver ran you out? I thought you royal devils were more powerful than that." His laughter rumbled up and filled the room. "Do not even think that inconsequential little nothing could overpower me. I left on my own and for my own reasons. Which is why I summoned you." "Summoned my ass. You kidnapped me and I can't believe you let him run you out." My own laughter wasn't very rumbly, but it had a powerful effect on my royal devil anyway. For a minute I thought I might have to use my holy water after all. He took a step closer to me and his hand was on my arm before I could blink twice. I gasped at the electric jolt of his touch and tried to pull the arm free. His golden face moved toward mine until I could smell the warm, musky scent of his skin and taste the intoxicating heat of his breath. The place where he held me was all tingly and the tingles were quickly spreading up my arm. Although I still held the vial, he made no move to take it from me. I quickly realized that I would never be able to best him in strength, so I would have to use wit and charm, two things which I usually have in abundance, but which, under the onslaught of his pulsating gaze, I was finding it really hard to conjure up. His face changed slightly, looked more worried than angry if that was possible and he moved his lips toward my ear, whispering, "Do not be amused by me, pretty Tweener, for it will be the end of you." His hand on my arm tightened briefly. The pain this caused would have brought a lesser woman to her knees, but I was really tough so I just whimpered pitifully and spat into his gorgeous face. His head jerked back and his mouth opened, showing large, white, extremely sharp looking teeth. I took a deep breath and prepared to die. As he lowered the teeth toward my face, I closed my eyes, primed to accept the searing pain. I jumped in surprise when, instead of eating my face, the evil looking teeth clasped my lower lip and nibbled, gently. I thought it would be more than I could stand, until his lips lowered over mine and then I realized I hadn't felt anything yet. The kiss was obscenely and outrageously sexual. His lips were silky, like warm satin and soft like down pillows against my own, surprised lips. Where our lips met it felt like liquid fire and the fire quickly spread down my body until my mind formed a picture of spontaneous combustion. I wanted to pull away but the pleasure was too intense, too powerful and I felt myself getting sucked into it. My arms came up and I reached for him, pulling his long, hard body against mine, grinding into him like a dog in heat. |
