Wicked Pleasure by Nina Bangs Page B

she was contemplating the weirdness of the whole thing, she slid her gaze over his broad chest and wondered what he would taste like if she touched one tempting male nipple with her tongue.
    Resisting arousal—or not—she watched his body sheen with a thin layer of sweat. And as her gaze moved lower, his erection swelled, demanding her attention. She fought the good fight—weak and pitifully ineffective though it was—against the mental picture forming. A visual of his sex buried deep inside her burst triumphantly onto the scene. Against her brain’s express orders, she edged closer to the bed.
    Did he know what she was thinking? Kim hoped not. She had to get out of here. His overwhelming sexuality was messing with her mind. Yeah, she was going to run from her own room. But if she opened her mouth to order him out, they’d both know she didn’t mean it.
    And then he spread his legs, a primitive and erotic call to everything female in her. But that’s not what tore a startled gasp from her.
    High on his inner thigh was the tattoo of a cat’s head. Even while she reeled from the shock, Kim dispassionately noted the details—a black cat with strange amber eyes. Even though it was only a tattoo, she could swear the eyes watched her with a wicked gleam. She shook her head to get rid of the impression. Then she backed away from him.
    A cat. One of the preferred symbolic animals for a demon. Cats had at one time or other in past ages been worshipped as gods and condemned as familiars.
    Brynn was a demon. For once, Fo had called it right. A demon. That explained the erotic spell he seemed to be casting over her. She understood her instant horror but not her soul-deep disappointment. She took a step toward Fo.
    He watched her move away from him, his gaze still dark with sexual hunger. If he could read her mind—and demons had no difficulty worming their way into human thoughts—he must know she realized what he was. The knowledge didn’t seem to effect his single-minded drive for the almighty orgasm.
    â€œDo you want my body, Kim?” His eyes said he already knew the answer to that.
    â€œYou’re a demon. I’m a demon hunter. So what’re we going to do about that, hmm?” There. She’d said it. The Vaughn family book of demon-hunting rules stated that a destroyer should never let the demon know she’d made him. But Brynn had saved Fo, so Kim sort of owed him. Kim clung to that bit of logic and pushed away her conscience’s command to zap him.
    Now he’d leap from her bed and flee, thereby saving his beautiful butt from . . . From what? Could she coldly walk over to Fo, pick her up, and push the red button? Duty to her family said she had to, but her emotional reaction to the visual of Brynn reduced to nothing more than a pile of hot ash made her queasy. In the short time she’d known him, she’d grown to like him. Good grief, she’d watched him buy a bag of blow pops. How could she hate a demon that got pleasure from sucking on a blow pop? She couldn’t. She was such a wuss. Bad, bad demon hunter.
    â€œDo you want my body, Kim?” There was an urgency to his question that hadn’t been there before.
    â€œNo.” Well, maybe a little. “No, definitely not.” Self-denial. It was one of her special talents. She moved closer to Fo, still fighting the battle between duty and emotion.
    Kim wasn’t prepared for what happened the moment she told him she didn’t want his body. Gone was the sensual animal luring her to perform unspeakable sexual acts on his magnificent body. A primal part of her mind mourned lost opportunities.
    With a few lithe movements that showcased the flow of supple skin over hard muscle, he rose from the bed and reached Fo before Kim could make a grab for her. He picked Fo up and flipped her open.
    Kim didn’t know what worried her more, being in the same room with a very bare demon or