“Don’t pretend to be disgusted at the thought of our mouths sharing a bottle,” he tells me, making my gaze draw back up. “We both know it’s only a matter of time before my mouth is all over you.”
A shadow tattoo moves up his neck and strokes his ear lobe as he speaks. I stare at it, wondering if he can make it stroke other things. My stomach flips at the sudden image of me splayed on a bed while he looms over me, his shadows stroking up my body. Fuck. My hands grip the edge of the counter. “You’re sure of yourself,” I reply, trying to keep my tone cool and collected, despite the shaky arousal I’m feeling. “What if I prefer Crux?”
Echo takes another swig, those black orbs of his locked on me. “Then I’d repeat my earlier response: Liar.”
I snort out some laughter, but I don’t actually argue with him. I like Echo a lot, and I would love to have sex with him because I have a feeling he could make me feel real good. It would be nice to forget about all the craziness going on around me for a bit, too, but even though I’ve always liked sex and been free about taking pleasure when I wanted, I’m still wary of making things more complicated than they already are.
I clear my throat and grab the beer from his hand for no other reason than being stupid and pushing the line I’ve tried to draw. I’ve always liked flirting with guys and feeling wanted. Mutual attraction is a powerful thing. Flirting with demons? It’s even more so. I can’t explain how compelling it is to have the rapt attention in Echo’s eyes and know that if I crossed the distance right now, he’d fuck me for all I was worth. It’s a heady feeling.
His eyes grow hooded as my lips close over the mouth of the bottle and tip it back to drink, my throat bobbing up and down before I hand it back to him. “Thanks,” I say, our fingertips brushing as he takes it from my hand.
“No need to thank me yet,” he says, his mouth twitching.
My phone dings, and I look down as he reaches in his pocket and pulls it out. I sigh and hold out my hand. “Give me my phone back.”
He ignores my outstretched palm and starts clicking again. “Food’s on the way,” he announces, his eyes on the screen.
I frown. “How did you even unlock it?” I ask.
“You worried?” Echo counters, still looking down at my phone.
“About you being a thief? Yes. Now hand it over.”
“Just a minute,” he says before pushing away from the fridge and heading into the living room where he makes himself at home on my couch. “Hmm, interesting,” he comments.
I sit on the middle cushion and peer over him to see what he’s looking at.
“Are these men booty calling you?” he asks as he scrolls through my old messages. He freezes when he comes to one from a dude I met at the bar. We hooked up a few times before he left for deployment with the Army. “Shit, you sent him nudes?”
My cheeks immediately fill with color, and I try to snag the phone, but he’s too quick and lifts it out of my reach. “Give it back!”
Of course he doesn’t. A grin overtakes his face as he continues scrolling. “Mmm, you’re very good at sexting.”
I know I am. I’m fucking awesome at it. It’s one of the reasons that dude still texts me from time to time, even though he’s in another country. He’s good for some phone sex when the dam is dry.
“That’s personal shit,” I say, trying to snatch it again.
I crawl all over him in my efforts to snatch my phone back. I’m perfectly fine with the fact that I’m now straddling him and shoving my chest in his face as I reach up and quickly nab his wrist, trying to pull his arm down with all my might.
I definitely notice my ass is grinding against his hardening length, and it does all kinds of things to me when he releases an appreciative groan. I use his momentary distraction to pry the phone from his fingers, and then I shove it down my shirt into my bra for safe keeping.
“Not cool, Echo,” I say, though for some reason, I’m not mad. I...like that he saw that.
“You’re right,” he says, one of his wrists still firmly in my grip. “It’s incredibly hot.”
I swallow, tasting the heated craving of my own desire mingling with the wheat aftertaste of the beer. I shouldn’t be doing this. It fits my pattern of picking sexy distractions to help avoid dealing with real shit, but the demon thing isn’t going anywhere. This may feel good now, but it isn’t going to solve anything. I just wish it didn’t feel so good.
Our eyes lock, and even though I pride myself on being an observant person, I’m only aware of two things right now—Echo’s dick beneath my ass, and my breasts against his chest. Based on how hard he feels, I think he’s aware of those things too.
This moment hooks between us like cat claws into fabric, sharp awareness sinking beneath my skin. Echo’s eyes flick down to my mouth, and my lips part of their own volition, like my mouth is giving out invitations.
Echo leans in an inch, so I lean in another. We share air, and I notice his shadows moving over his skin out of the corner of my eye. They trail up his neck and against his scruffy jaw, as if
