Free Personal Demons 2 - Original Sin by Lisa Desrochers

my lips into his. His wired muscles don’t relax, but the tension changes. His attention shifts from out there to right here. To me. Which is where I want it. After a minute, he presses into me and cups the back of my neck with his hand, pulling me deeper into the kiss. Finally, I push back.
    â€œI didn’t want to be alone.”
    Luc pulls me out of the car by my hand and crushes me into the curve of his body. “It’s not safe for you to be out here,” he says softly into my hair. “You need to stay in the house, behind your dad’s field.”
    I push back from him. “My dad’s what ?”
    His lips press into a line as he contemplates how he wants to answer that. “There’s something about your father, Frannie. I don’t know what it is, but I couldn’t read him…when I was a demon.” His eyes slide over the street then back to me. “I also couldn’t phase into your house, which can happen only if there’s a celestial field.”
    I think about Dad: Mr. Apple Pie and Baseball. “You think there’s something wrong with my dad?”
    He shakes his head, but his brow is creased, still contemplating. “Not wrong, but he’s connected upstairs. You don’t know of any reason—?”
    â€œNo. There’s nothing weird about my dad…well, except that he actually likes brussels sprouts.” I feel my face involuntarily scrunch.
    Luc’s black eyes sparkle in the silver moonlight as he smiles and loops his arm around my waist, guiding me back to the house. “What time is it?”
    â€œI don’t know…maybe four.”
    â€œYou should be asleep.”
    I smile up at him. “So should you. Your first day on the job starts in, what, six hours? Don’t want to fall asleep and drool on the books.”
    He turns concerned eyes on me. “Not after what happened at the Gallaghers’ tonight. Rhenorian is lurking. I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
    We reach my doorstep and he pushes the door slowly open. He pulls me into a kiss and when he tries to pull back, I don’t let him. When I smooth my hands over his chest, I can feel the thrum of his heart under my fingers, almost as fast as mine. His lips trace a path from my mouth to my ear and down my neck.
    I peel myself away and look into his eyes. “I think that means you have to come upstairs with me,” I whisper.
    I twine my trembling fingers into his and pull him through the door. He hesitates at the threshold and shakes his head.
    Please. Please. Please come in.
    He draws a deep breath. A guilty smile curls one side of his lips as he steps through. His eyes question me and I answer by turning and leading him quickly up the stairs to my room, hoping the creaking stairs aren’t really as loud as they seem.
    I close my door and press into him, listening for any sound in the hall. After a minute, when all stays quiet, I relax and look up at Luc.
    In the pale silver light of the moon, his eyes sparkle. An electric tingle whispers over my skin when he leans in and kisses me again, raising goose bumps. I pull him to the bed and slide my jeans off. He lets out a shaky sigh as I climb in and hold an arm out to him.
    â€œFrannie…,” he whispers, his hand reaching back for the doorknob.
    I hold a finger to my lips, then hold my arm out again.
    He shoots a glance to the door, then kicks off his boots and slides into my bed. I burrow into him, nuzzling into his neck.
    â€œThis is a really bad idea,” he whispers into my hair. But as I glide my hands along his chest, his stomach, lower, I can tell his body likes the idea just fine.
    I nibble my way up to his ear. “I think it’s the best idea I’ve ever had.” I press into him and kiss him hard. “You have way too many clothes on,” I whisper into his lips. He props up on an elbow and I pull his T-shirt over his head, then my own. He just stares