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It took her a long moment to open her eyes, blink at the semidarkness of her bedroom, and remember why she felt like she’d been bowled over by a steamroller. Right—I was out dancing and drinking all night. And she was now about twenty years past that age where one could simply roll out of bed after a night of partying, without one’s body giving off all sorts of blaring alarms of impending doom.
With a sigh, she rubbed at her temple to alleviate the insistent pain there.
It was at this moment she noticed the muscled arm slung over her waist. And the pleasant wall of heat behind her.
Turning her head to look over her shoulder—ouch, that hurt—she stared at the demon currently spooning her, his naked shoulder peeking out from underneath the sheet covering them both.
“Morning, beautiful,” he rumbled, his voice deliciously sleep-rough.
“You’re here,” she rasped, and wow, her voice sounded as if she’d used a cheese grater on her vocal cords. “You stayed.”
A twinkle in his amber eyes, candescent in the dim shadows. “You asked me to.”
“I…did?” She barely remembered even coming home last night. It was all a big, dark blur, pulsing in time with her headache.
Slowly, memories floated up from the murky fog.
Stay.
She’d said that to him. Grabbing on to his T-shirt, tugging softly, she’d asked him not to leave her alone. And he’d slid into bed with her, holding her tight until she fell asleep.
Anything you want. His quietly murmured words from last night came back to her, making something flutter and twirl in her belly.
“Here.” He half rolled away from her and reached for the nightstand on his side.
For a heartbeat, she was lost in admiring how his chest muscles flexed as he moved.
When he turned back to her, he held out a glass of water, with something fizzing at the bottom.
“Alka-Seltzer,” he said as he handed her the glass. “For your head.”
That fluttery feeling in her belly returned. “You got this for me?”
He shrugged and rubbed his neck. “Figured, without demon metabolism, you’d probably have a hangover, so I raided your medicine cabinet earlier.”
She took a long sip of the water to hide the blush that crept up her face at his thoughtfulness.
He studied her for several heartbeats, watching her finish the water and set the glass on the nightstand.
“How are you feeling?” His voice was a near purr, and the very next second, he’d pulled her underneath him, his big, hard, hot body a luscious weight on top of her. With his elbows on either side of her shoulders, he looked down at her, a quiet fire in his eyes.
Her heart sped up at being so deliciously caged by him, and the pounding in her head had already faded to a dull beat in the background. “Better. Why?”
“Because I spent the past few hours with your sexy-as-fuck-body in my arms, feeling your curves pressed against me and not being able to fondle you the way I wanted because I didn’t want to wake you, but now you’re awake, and I’m still fucking horny, and if you give me a minute, I’ll get you up to speed, too.”
She laughed softly. “Oh, gods, you’re merciless. I just woke up.”
He smirked, pushed one thigh between her legs and pressed down, grinding against her clit. “I promise to make it worth it.”
A gasp escaped her at the sudden pressure on her intimate flesh. His touch lit up all the nerves in her lower body, igniting once more those embers of desire that seemed to be always ready to flare up for him.
He kissed a hot line along her neck, down to her collarbones, all the way to the swell of her breasts. Closing his mouth around one nipple, he sucked and flicked his tongue over it. The sensation shot straight down between her legs, making her arch up against him.
“I want to have you moaning under my touch again,” he murmured against her skin, “like you did last night. You make the hottest fucking sounds.”
At that, another memory came back, hitting her like a freight train out of nowhere.
The club.
