Free Demon Bait: Children of the Undying, Book 1 by Moira Rogers Page B

dragging her astride him. It was so much like her fantasy, but she couldn’t ponder the implications of that, not when his towel parted a little and her inner thigh slid over his hair-roughened leg.
    Gabe seemed fixated on her shirt—and getting her out of it. Both large hands curled in the fabric as he coaxed it up, swearing roughly when it caught on her elbow. “I’m supposed to be smooth,” he rasped, wrestling the fabric over her head. “I am smooth. Usually.” His eagerness was gratifying because it meant she wasn’t the only one losing control. “It doesn’t matter,” she whispered, dropping her lips to his shoulder. “Touch me.” He did, and skillfully, in spite of his protests. Soft at first, his fingertips exploring her back and arms, mapping her skin as he sought her mouth again. His kiss though—that was less gentle. Hungry, even, his tongue teasing her lips to part before stroking over hers.
    Marci had no idea how long they stayed that way, with his hands tracing her body. Her head began to swim, but she wasn’t about to break the kiss and lose the hot glide of his tongue over hers.
    That changed when she wiggled closer and the hard heat of his erection rubbed against her. She dropped her head back with a gasp and did it again.
    “Keep wiggling.” Barely words—more of a growl, really—and his fingers bit into her hips to encourage her rocking movements as the heat of his mouth found the curve of her breast.
    The shocks of pleasure that tingled up her spine left her restless. She moved with his hands but it wasn’t enough, so she slid her hands over his skin, explored the strong lines of his shoulders and back until he closed his lips around the tight bud of her nipple.
    She slipped her fingers into his hair as a wave of dizzy need rocked her. “Lick me.” She wanted his tongue on her skin, maddening and soothing all at once.
    He just laughed and scraped his teeth against her. “Where? So many places to choose from…” One hand eased from her hip to skate across her stomach, his thumb edging under her shorts. “So many places to touch you.”
    One thing he hadn’t learned about her yet was that she liked to bite back. Marci leaned down, closed her teeth sharply on his earlobe and ground her hips hard against his.
    That made him groan. His fingers closed around the waistband of her shorts and jerked, rough enough to rock her body as the fabric tore. “Fuck,” he whispered, pulling his hand away. “Marci, take your damn clothes off before I shred them.”
    She climbed off his lap but hesitated, looking around. Finally, she jerked her head toward a door off the short hall. “Is that the bedroom? Yours, I mean. The one you use?” Something wild filled his eyes. “Yes.”
    Marci swallowed hard and held out her hand. “Take me there, and you can do whatever, as long as you want. As slow as you want.”
    He flowed from the couch, liquid grace in motion. His strong arms swept her up, urged her legs around his hips where they bumped the towel now hanging precariously from his waist. He lost it entirely within three steps, leaving it behind him as his quick strides devoured the hallway.
    Naked, he pressed her back against the door, his body hot and hard against hers. “I won’t hurt you,” he ground out. “Tell me you believe that. Promise me.”
    “You won’t.” She held him tight and brushed her lips over his cheek. “I believe you.” The door spilled open, and she landed on her back on the bed, a coarse blanket scratching at her skin.
    He drew his hands down her body and stripped her shorts and underwear free in one insistent movement.
    He looked even bigger looming over her like this, and Marci raised one leg without thought, rubbing the inside of her calf against his side.
    Those too-blue eyes seemed darker now, hungry, as he dropped a hand to curl under her knee. “I’ve been imagining you like this since you slid all that pretty magic all over me.” She couldn’t help