Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
“You forgot it was there?” asked Larkin.
“Kinda.” Khloë rubbed at her scalp, again looking the height of confused. “Why did I put it on my head again?”
“Something about a dare,” said Larkin. “Again, I wasn’t really listening.”
Khloë shook her head. “You’re a super tough audience tonight, Lark.”
Sensing a presence at her side, Naomi twisted her head and slowly looked up. Her heartbeat kicked up, because there was Luka. As her feminine parts snapped to attention, she felt a lazy smile curve her mouth. “Ella said you’d show up.”
“Did she?” An idle question. He took Naomi’s hand and gently pulled her to her feet. Just like that, a bubble of sexual tension seemed to form around them, bringing them into their own little cocoon.
His eyes delved into hers, concerned. “Are you okay?”
Arching into him, she locked her arms around his neck. “Uh-huh. I’m riding a nice buzz right now. Don’t ruin it.”
He slid a proprietary hand down her back. “Iain didn’t say anything more than what you told Konstantin?”
She pouted. “I said don’t ruin it. Talk of Iain will ruin in.” She nuzzled his neck. “You smell really, really good. Makes me wanna take a bite.”
He let out a throaty hum she felt against her lips. “Come home with me, and you can do whatever you want,” he said, pure sex coating every word.
A burst of anticipation hit her bloodstream. “Mmm, okay.” She didn’t feel like staying now that she knew Iain was here anyway.
Satisfaction moved over Luka’s face. “Good. First, though . . .” He kissed her. Slow. Hard. Deep. Greedily. The kiss went on and on and on—a loop of drugging, sensual delight. At last he pulled back, need darkening his gaze. “That should do it. Let’s go.”
“Wait, you’re leaving?” Khloë turned to Luka. “No, no, you can’t take her. She’s the only person who listens to me. The others zone out. I mean, look at them.”
Naomi glanced at the rest of the girls. Ella was singing out of tune, her eyes closed. Devon was doing some kind of weird arm-dance. Raini was using a cocktail stick as if it were a flute. Larkin was balancing pretzels on the head of a still sleeping Piper. And Harper was trying to fish a dollar out of her glass.
“See?” Khloë asked him.
“I do see,” Luka told her. “But I’m still taking Naomi with me.”
The imp sighed. “You both have sex in your eyes, so I can see you’re not gonna be reasonable here.”
Feeling her lips curl, Naomi waved at the girls. “Later, people!”
Kisses were blown, goodbyes were called out, take-cares were said.
It was only when Luka turned her that she saw Daniil and the twins were nearby, who had been joined by Konstantin.
The teleporter dropped her and Luka off at the den in his home before disappearing with the others. She and Luka were finally alone, one measly foot separating them as they locked gazes.
He stood still and watchful. A jungle predator rearing to pounce. His dark eyes were twin pools of lust, so many demands gleaming there. Excitement gripped her insides and twisted.
The sexual tension of earlier tautened, heightened, stretched like an elastic band.
With quick, deft movements, he tugged off his tie and threw it on the chair. “I haven’t fucked you while you’re smashed before.”
She licked her lower lip, her belly fluttering. “I do hope you intend to rectify that here and now.”
He grabbed her hips and hauled her to him so abruptly she crashed into his chest with a gasp. “Oh, I do.” He dropped his mouth down on hers.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Naomi moaned into the kiss he all but slayed her with—it was hot and bold and wild. She grabbed at his shirt as she kissed him just as hard. A growl drummed its way up his throat and poured into her mouth. The guttural sound, the vibrations of it, made goosebumps sweep over her skin.
His hands roamed over her, squeezing and shaping and teasing with such entitlement. Inside her body, all kinds of bells rang, whistles were blown, and fireworks went off. It left her damp and needy and so ready.
Herding her backwards, he divested her of her dress and bra in record time—and yeah, there was some tearing and snapping of cloth. So she felt in no way sorry when some of his shirt buttons went flying as she roughly tackled them.
What was good for the goose . . .
Her breath hitched as her back abruptly met the wall. Ribbons of power caught her wrists tight and pinned them high above her head. She couldn’t lie, several parts of her clenched. Her demon gave a little shudder of delight.
She tugged against the buzzing threads, trying to free herself. She couldn’t. There was no give. And a rush of agonizing suspense rolled over her.
Luka slipped off his shirt and threw it aside, revealing so much solid muscle and sleek tanned skin that her hormones didn’t know what to do with themselves.