Her brother shot her a bland look. “Well, now that you say it…”
She rolled her eyes. “Is Katy going in with you?”
My shoulders slumped.
Daemon’s body tensed. “I don’t want—”
“Yes.” I cut him off with a deadly look. “Only because I got most of us into this mess, and Blake won’t do any of this without Daemon and me.”
Ash smirked from the settee. Other than staring at Daemon like she wanted to rekindle their romance, she wasn’t doing or saying much. “How valiant of you, Katy.”
I ignored her. “But we do need people on the outside in case something goes wrong.”
“What?” Andrew asked. “You don’t trust Blake? Go figure.”
Daemon sat back, running both his hands through his hair. “Anyway, we’ll be in and out. Then everything… everything will be over.”
His brother blinked slowly, and I knew he was thinking about Beth. Maybe even picturing her, and I wondered how long it had been since he last saw her. So I asked and surprisingly, he answered.
“I don’t know. Time there was different. Weeks? Months?” He stood, shoulders rolling. “I don’t think I was at that Mount place. The place was always warm and dry whenever I was taken outside.”
Taken outside, like a pet or something. Wrong on so many levels.
Dawson let out a ragged breath. “I need to walk or move.”
I looked around quickly. The sun had set a while ago. Not like he needed it, though. He was already out the door before anyone could say a thing.
“I’ll go.” It was Dee this time.
Andrew stood. “I’ll follow.”
“I guess I’m out of here.” This from Ash.
Matthew sighed. “One of these days, we will get through everything without any drama.”
Daemon laughed tiredly. “Good luck with that.”
In about five minutes, everyone except Daemon was cleared out of the house. Perfect time to ’fess up to almost breaking Kimmy’s neck, except there was a glint in Daemon’s jade-colored eyes.
My mouth dried. “What?”
Daemon stood and stretched, flashing a slice of taut skin. “It’s quiet.” He offered his hand and I took it in mine. “It’s never quiet around here. Not anymore.”
He did have a point. I let him tug me to my feet. “It’s not going to last long.”
“Nope.” He pulled me to him and a second later, I was in his arms and we were zooming up the stairs. He placed me on my feet in his bedroom. “Admit it. You like my method of travel.”
Feeling a little dizzy, I laughed. “One of these days I’m going to be faster than you.”
“Keep dreaming.”
“Tool,” I threw back.
Daemon’s lips curved up on one side. “Trouble.”
“Oh.” I widened my eyes. “Harsh.”
“We should make use of this quiet time.” He advanced toward me, like a predator with its prey in its sight.
“Really?” Suddenly feeling way too hot, I backed up until I hit his bed.
“Really.” He kicked off his shoes. “I say we have about thirty minutes before someone interrupts us.”
My gaze dropped as he pulled off his shirt and tossed it. I sucked in a sharp breath. “Probably not that long.”
His lips formed a wicked smile. “True. So let’s say we have twenty minutes, give or take five.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes hooded. “Not nearly enough time for what I’d like to do, but we can work around that.”
Heat swept through my veins, and I felt dizzy again. “We can?”
“Mmm-hmm.” He placed his hands on my shoulders and pressed down until I was sitting on the very edge of the bed. Running his hands to my cheeks, he knelt between my boneless legs so that we were eye level with each other.
Daemon’s lashes lowered, fanning his cheeks. “I’ve missed you.”
I wrapped my fingers around his wrists. “You’ve seen me every day.”
“Not enough,” he murmured and pressed his lips where my pulse pounded along my neck. “And we’re always with someone.”
God, wasn’t that the truth. Last time we were alone for any considerable amount of time, we’d both slept. So these moments were precious, brief, and stolen.
I smiled as he trailed a line of kisses up my chin, stopping short of my lips. “We probably shouldn’t spend it talking, then.”
“Uh-huh.” He kissed a corner of my lips. “Talking is such a time waster.” And then he kissed the other corner. “And when we talk, we usually end up arguing.”
I laughed. “Not always.”
Daemon pulled back, brows raised. “Kitten…”
“Okay.” I scooted back and he followed, climbing over me, his arms huge and powerful. God, I was in way over my head with him sometimes. “You might be right, but you’re wasting time.”
“I’m always right.”
I opened my mouth to disagree, but his lips took control of mine, and his kiss reached deep down inside me, melted muscle and bone. His tongue swept over mine, and at that moment, he could have been right all he wanted as long as he kept kissing me like that.
I slid my fingers through his hair, tugging when he lifted his head. I started to protest, but he was kissing his way down my throat, over the edge of my cardigan, down the little buttons shaped like flowers, and lower still, until I couldn’t keep ahold of his head. Or really keep track of where he was heading.
Daemon sat back on his haunches, going for my boots. He tugged one off, pitching it over his shoulder. It bounced off the wall with a soft
“What?” I giggled. “No. They’re faux sheepskin.”
“They’re so soft.” He got the other one off and that too hit the wall. My socks were next. He kissed the top of my foot, and I jerked. “Not as soft as this, though.” Grinning, he lifted his head. “Love the tights, by the way.”
“Yeah?” My gaze fixed on the ceiling, but I really wasn’t seeing a damn thing. Not when his hands moved up my calves. “Is it…because they’re red?”
“That.” I felt his cheek on my knee, and my hands fluttered to the bed. “And because they’re so thin. And hot, but you already know that.”
Hot? I felt hot. His hands traveled up my outer thighs, under the denim skirt, pushing the material up and up. I bit down on my lip, hard enough that a metallic taste sprung into my mouth. The material really was thin, a fragile almost nonexistent barrier between his skin and mine. I could feel every touch, and even the slightest was like a thousand volts of electricity.
“Kitten…”
“Hmm?” I fisted the covers.
“Just making sure you’re still with me.” He kissed the side of my leg, right above my knee. “Don’t want you falling asleep or anything.”
Like sleep was possible. Ever.
His eyes flared. “You know what. Give me two minutes. That’s all I need.”
“Whatever,” I said. “What are you going to do with the leftover eighteen minutes?”
“Snuggle.”
I started to laugh, but his fingers found the band along the top of my tights, and he pulled them down, cursing when they got tangled at my feet.
“Need help?” I offered, voice shaking.
“Got it,” he muttered, balling them up. They too went flying somewhere.
Things were going further than they had before. I was nervous, but I didn’t want to stop. I was too curious, and I trusted him irrevocably. And then there was nothing separating his hands from my skin or his lips and I stopped thinking, wasn’t capable of forming any coherent thought. There was just him and the crazy rush of
