Free Demons Prefer Blondes by Sidney Ayers Page A

her neck and swirled his tongue along her ear. She shivered in intense pleasure as he nibbled and sucked. Oh boy! He’d found her sweet spot.
    Holy hotcakes!
    “If you keep doing that,” she breathed out. “I’ll need more than just a kiss.”
    She allowed her hand to run down his granite-like pecs to the eight-pack that were his abs, and lower to the muscles just above his waistline. Locating the buttons on his fly, she fumbled with them. Just her luck! He wasn’t making this easy for her at all.
    “Lucy,” he murmured in her ear. With dexterity, he inched his hands up under her T-shirt and swirled his fingers against her skin. Oh dear! Cupping her breasts through her cotton bra, he traced her nipples lightly through the fabric.
    Moving back to her mouth, he devoured them with as much hunger as she felt. Her lips were a feast for his taking, and she didn’t care. He lashed his tongue within her mouth as his hips undulated against hers.
    This would be more than a kiss.
    Her body zinged with that knowledge. With a savagery she didn’t know she possessed, she ripped open Rafe’s fly, sending the buttons shooting in every direction. Definitely gave new meaning to button-fly. Metal buttons, to boot! Yep, she was clearly worked up.
    Rafe grabbed her arms and pulled them away. “No.” His voice, despite his desire, came out firm. “We cannot.” Grasping her hands over her head, he continued the kiss. She couldn’t fault him, and this commanding role really turned her on. He lowered his mouth to hers, gently swirling his tongue against her lips. She arched her hips into his, rubbing them against his erection. He certainly knew how to prolong the effect. This was definitely what she’d been missing the last ten years of her life. She’d never felt so empowered, ever. Wrapping her legs like a giant vice around Rafe’s waist, she thrust upward. “Please.”
    Whoa! She was horny to the infinite power.
    “Holy shit!”
    The sound of Serah’s voice filling the room sent the heat right from her body. Lucy glanced down at Rafe’s package. It went from his big friend to his little friend in a flash. She attempted an icy glare at her friend. “Do you mind?”
    Serah simply rolled her eyes. “Get a room already.”
    “Kind of hard when someone’s already crashed it.” With a reluctant sigh, she pulled herself from Rafe’s embrace and sat against the hard cushion of the futon. Was this thing made in the Middle Ages? It would’ve made an excellent rack.
    “So much for your demon story,” Serah said, flashing Rafe a wink. “Didn’t you say demons weren’t affected by the succubus charm?” She threw her head back in laughter. “Man, you two were stuck together like Super Glue.”
    Lucy glared at her friend. “Don’t make me put that glue on your lips.” And, being an owner of a hair and nail spa, she had plenty of it.
    Rafe grunted, fumbled with his fly, then grunted some more. Grunting men weren’t supposed to be attractive. She remembered Tim the Tool Man and his buddy Al and cringed. But there was something sexy about Rafe’s grunt that caused warmth to spread throughout her body. And she enjoyed every minute of it.
    Rising from his perch on the futon, Rafe glanced over to the floor lamp, bemusement filling his face. He reached up and grabbed a stray button from the top of its flat glassy surface.
    Lucy covered her mouth and hid her smirk. “Those could be dangerous weapons.”
    “We need to move.” He glanced up at the wall clock. Whew, thank goodness. She didn’t want to see Serah go all orgasmic over his fancy pocket watch. “It’s almost six a.m.”
    After all his buttons had been retrieved from various corners of the room, Rafe pocketed them. So much for sewing being one of his demonic powers. Cool! Male demons were just as inept as the human kind.
    “So what’s on tap today?” Serah asked, sounding a bit more chipper than Lucy would’ve liked. Lucky girl. At least someone got some