devil 02 - tween a devil and his hard place by sam cheever Page A

those she thinks, the bogyman would harm.
     
    I looked at him for a long moment, considering how to ask the obvious question and then took the coward’s way out and just decided to ignore the elephant and his…trunk…in the room. Shaking my head I grabbed some clothes and started pulling them on. “We don’t have time for games right now, Dialle. Alcott has made good on his threat. He’s got a bunch of humans at Demonica and he’s threatening to kill them one by one in a very public way if your father doesn’t dance to their tune.”
    Dialle’s face didn’t change. He continued to lie there on my bed looking all yummy and…expectant. I frowned at him as I pulled skinny black slacks over my legs and topped them with an oversized red sweater. “You and I need to go talk to Alcott, Dialle.”
    He extended a long-fingered, golden hand and smoothed it over the sheets for a moment, his midnight gaze fixed firmly on my face. At that moment I would have given anything to know what was going on in his beady little brain.
    I sat down in the chair and pulled soft black leather boots on over the slim-fitting slacks. The buttery leather molded around my leg from the soles of my feet to just under my knees and felt oh-so good. I was ready for action if action was required. I stood up and headed for my weapons cache. Pulling a picture on the wall aside, I placed the pinky finger of my left hand against the panel and the door swung silently open. I pulled a belt of tiny platinum crosses out of the wall safe and buckled it on over the sweater. Then I extracted two long platinum knives, which I slid down inside my soft boots for easy access if I should need them and a necklace with a tiny vial of angel blood in case I needed to make a strong impression on any gargoyles. I shuddered at the thought. But knew the ’goyles were particular favorites with Alcott and his gang, as they had been with his brother, Abrine.
    When I was fully armed and appreciably dangerous, I turned to a still-naked and…expectant…Dialle and cocked my head. “Are you coming?”
    He cocked a sexy black eyebrow at me and gave me a slow smile. “Unfortunately it appears that I am not. However…”
    And suddenly he was standing in front of me fully dressed, his lush lips hovering just inches from my own.
    “I am definitely breathing hard.”
    I watched those devastatingly yummy lips lower toward mine and felt the haze returning to my brain. Just before his mouth touched mine he halted and I soon felt the heated moisture of his tongue against my mouth, gently caressing the seam of my lips and nudging them apart. I couldn’t help myself, my lips opened and he was in.
    The kiss pulled the breath from my body and brought my nipples to hard peaks. I melted into him and felt his hands wrap around the backs of my thighs, just under the curve of my buttocks. He pulled me more tightly against his hard body and I soon found myself grinding against him, my traitorous body wanting to get closer and closer when my brain was trying to scream at me to get further and further away so I could think.
    His thumbs started to caress that oh-so-tender area where my buttocks round away from my thighs, in a gentle, circular motion that created an incredibly sensual feeling. The unnatural heat of his hands quickly spread inward to touch my throbbing core. I gasped and wrapped one leg around him so I could grind the painfully throbbing area against him.
    I’m not sure how or why he did it, given his single-minded pursuit of our mating but apparently he was able to think more clearly than I. Damn it! Without pulling away from me even the tiniest little bit, I felt him gather his power and suddenly we were shifting through space and time, locked in a world that was sensual to the point of pain and heated beyond endurance. I was torn between relief that he had taken the choice out of my hands and despair that we would once again be interrupted.
    We landed on the sidewalk outside