Free Demon Master (Demonsense series Book 2) by Sara DeHaven Page B

was imagining things here.  
    A little silence fell as Daniel did the last of the dishes. He finished the final pot lid, pulled the plug on the sink, and rinsed his hands under the tap. He moved around Bree to wipe his hands on the dish towel laced through the handle on the refrigerator.   Then Bree felt him move up behind her, felt the heat of his body approach just before he put a hand on her waist. She froze with the pasta pot in one hand, towel in the other. Slowly, Daniel moved her braid to one side with his other hand and lowered his lips into a gentle kiss on her neck. Bree opened her mouth on a little gasp and shivered involuntarily, but she didn't pull away. Daniel moved closer, pulling her against him with the hand on her waist, his other arm moving around across her shoulders and the top of her chest, imprisoning her as he kissed her neck again.
      Bree let the pot fall to the counter, one hand still clutching the towel, the other bracing herself against the counter’s edge. This can’t be happening , she told herself. His kisses moved down her neck and across the top of the shoulder that was accessible above her sweater. Bree felt strangely immobilized, unable to speak, unable to act, either to push him away or pull him closer. Daniel’s body shifted, and his attentions moved to the other side of her neck. Waves of electric warmth coursed down her arms and into her breasts. There was something about not having to look at him that made it possible to allow this. The hand at her waist glided forward across her stomach and began gently moving under her sweater. She gasped aloud as his warm hand made contact with her bare stomach, the tips of his fingers moving below the top edge of her pants. She had the nagging sense that she should put a stop to this, that she wasn’t ready for this, but she couldn’t make herself move away.  
    Slowly, Daniel began turning her to face him, and she felt the first stirrings of resistance. She was afraid to look at him. And she didn’t look at him until he trapped her face between his hands. When she found the courage to raise her eyes, Daniel was gazing at her intently, holding her firmly in his grasp, but waiting for something. Her breath came fast as she allowed herself to really look at him, take him in. God, he was gorgeous. With a little sigh of surrender, she leaned forward, lips seeking for his, and that was apparently what he’d been waiting for. He met her in the kiss. It was slow, and deep, and didn’t stop. Tongues twined, then darted, advancing, teasing, retreating. Daniel moved one hand around her back, up under her sweater, and pushed closer to her.  
      Bree finally came out of her strange passivity, and her arms went around him.   Their kissing gradually became more urgent, and their bodies moved against each other more, seeking, pressing. Bree felt shaky, excited, and wildly turned on. The voice of caution was getting louder in her head in response, but she pushed it away. She broke off the kiss, and exchanged a smoldering, sexually charged look with Daniel. Then, resolutely, she began pulling his blue sweater off over his head. The white t-shirt underneath came half up with it, and as Daniel took on getting the sweater over his head, Bree’s hands caressed his hard stomach. Daniel sucked in a harsh breath as she did so, then threw his sweater on the floor and pulled her urgently against him, kissing her again, her mouth, her neck, tongue dipping teasingly around and into her ear. Bree’s cheeks heated with arousal, and her head was thrown back in surrender, hair escaping her braid in tendrils around her face. And desire was clear to see on Daniel’s face as well. As he kissed her lips again, Bree started to feel the need to have even fewer clothes between them. My God, a tiny voice said in the back of her mind, are you going to have sex with him right here in the kitchen? Right now? Rather than slowing her down, the little voice triggered a picture