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Homecoming Dance Scene
Adjusting my tie, I stepped out of the SUV and grabbed my tux jacket off the back seat, slipping it on. Homecoming. Practically the last place on Earth I wanted to be at. A night of watching sweaty, gawky human teenagers paw all over each other wasn’t my idea of a fun night. But I had little choice.
I glanced over at Ash. Standing beside her brother, dressed in a white gown, she really did look great. Too bad it was never, ever going to work between us. Our feelings for each other, even if she refused to admit it, had morphed into a more familial thing.
Andrew looked over at me as he messed with his cuff links. His brows inched up. “I don’t even know why you’re coming to this, man.”
His sister made an impatient noise in her throat. “I have to agree, but can we move this conversation inside?” She waved a slender hand at the school. “I have people I need to make jealous.”
I smiled. “Do tell?”
“My dress.” She twirled around, and I swore it was see-through for a second. Andrew looked away, but not before I saw him pale. Yep, part of it was see-through. “My dress could feed a small village for a year, which means these… people haven’t ever seen the likes of such beauty and perfection.”
Shaking my head, I laughed. Ash… well, she was an acquired taste. As the three of us headed in, I knew they’d never believe me if I told them why I really was here.
It had to do with one sweaty, gawky human teenager pawing all over one human in particular. Once I knew that Kat had actually accepted the idiot’s offer to the dance, there was no way I could stay home. Instinct was screaming that she was going to need me. Or it was a really messed up territorial need to… to do what?
Go in there, beat the crap out of Simon and claim my girl?
Uh no, because beating the crap out of humans would probably end in death and she wasn’t my girl. No way in holy hell.
Ash disappeared into a flock of several girls who were already squawking and squealing about her dress. Forcing myself to breathe and not zoom around the room, popping all the balloons that probably took an entire day to blow up, I found the nearest empty table and sat. Following suit, Andrew did the same. He started talking about some football game I could give two craps about and I zoned him out.
And waited.
And waited some more.
And then I saw Simon’s jock-douchebag friends head toward the door and I knew that meant Kat was here. Leaning back in my chair, I casually looked over my shoulder.
Something unexpected happened to my chest. It felt like someone had walked right up to me and socked me in it. I might have stopped breathing. Right there, surrounded by humans, in front of still yapping Andrew.
“Oh Mary, mother of baby Jesus,” I muttered.
Kat stood by the door, her hands clasped around a tiny clutch as her eyes bounced around the gymnasium nervously. The dress… aw man, that dress should be illegal. Tight around the bodice and waist, then flowing over her hips like a river of crimson silk. Her hair was up, revealing a long, graceful neck I didn’t know she had.
Red.
Red was my favorite color.
Kat wasn’t cute. She wasn’t even sexy. She was beautiful—absolutely breathtakingly beautiful.
I watched her bolt as soon as she spotted Lesa and an approving smile spread over my lips. That’s right, Kitten, I thought, stay away from Simon. He so doesn’t deserve to be in the same time zone as you.
I had no idea how long I watched her, but I eventually lost sight of her in the crowd. Part of me wanted to get up, punch Andrew in his mouth to shut him up, and go find her. But that would raise eyebrows, so I remained there, gripping the back of my chair so hard it groaned under the pressure.
Then she reappeared with my sister, skirting along the dance floor. She stopped, twisting gracefully until her gaze landed on my table as if she’d been looking for me. Something inside me roared a male approval.
Our eyes locked, and there was that sucker-punch feeling again, except in moved lower, into my stomach. I was mesmerized, enthralled. Her lips parted and—
And Simon pushed through the crowd, blocking her from me. Every muscle in my body locked up as a primal urge rushed through me. I started to stand, but at the last moment, forced myself to sit.
A few seconds later, Ash arrived at the table. She was saying something, but I didn’t really hear her. Then Andrew leaned over, snapping his fingers in my face. “Man,” he said. “What’s your deal?”
“Shut up.”
“Nice.” Andrew got up. “I’m getting something to drink.”
Peace out, I thought. I kept an eye on Simon… and Simon’s hands. I did not like them.
“Do you want to dance?” Ash asked. “Or do you want to sit here and glower?” When I didn’t answer, she huffed as she stood. “Whatever. You’re boring.”
I barely acknowledged that she’d left too and that I was sitting at a table alone, like a dork. My gaze was trained on the couple. Couple? God. It was insulting to Kat to even refer to her and Simon as a couple.
But I could deal. What Kat was doing really wasn’t any of my business. In reality, she can do whatever she wanted. If that meant dancing—
Simon’s hand glided down the front of her dress, causing Kat to jerk back. Her angry expression was lost in a sea of faces and… well, that was it. I was on my feet before I even realized it, moving between dancers, my hands curling into fists.
I stalked up to them, stopping behind Kat. “Mind if I cut in?”
Simon’s eyes shot wide, and he must’ve seen his impending doom in my face, because he dropped his arms and took a step back. “Perfect timing. I needed to get a drink anyway.”
I arched a brow and then turned to Kat, dismissing the idiot. “Dance?”
She stared back a moment, then carefully placed her hands on my shoulders. “This is a surprise.”
Damn if it wasn’t. I wrapped an arm around her waist and took one of her hands in mine. And damn if she didn’t feel right in my arms, perfect actually.
Stupid and oddly wishful thinking.
Her incredibly long lashes swept up and eyes warm but wary searched mine. A pretty flush spread across her cheeks and down her throat. I’d do something terrible to know what she was thinking. I pulled her closer.
Confusion and a… richer emotion marked her features. “Are you having a good time with…Ash?”
“Are you having a good time with Happy Hands?”
She sucked in her lower lip, and I bit back a groan. “Such a constant smartass.”
I laughed and she shivered in my arms. “The three of us came together—Ash, Andrew, and me.” Why was I telling her this? My hand slipped to her hip and I cleared my throat, looking over the top of her head. “You… you look beautiful, by the way. Really too good to be with that idiot.”
Her eyes widened. “Are you high?”
“Unfortunately, no I’m not. Though, I am curious why you would ask.”
“You never say anything nice to me.”
“Good point.” Damn, I was a dick sometimes. Well, most of the times. I lowered my chin and she jumped when my jaw grazed her cheek. “I’m not going to bite you. Or grope you. You can relax.”
She was silent, so I took that as a good thing. Acting on instinct, I guided her head to my chest and then placed my hand on her lower back. Dancing like that was normal. Nothing for anyone to fuss over, including me.
Breathing in the peaches scent of hers, I closed my eyes and let the music guide us. There was something strangely intimate about slow dancing. Not the bumping and grinding kind that left little to the imagination, but this—two bodies melded together, drifting in the same beat, touching in all the right places. Intimate.
Okay, maybe I was high.
My hand curled against her back. “Seriously, how’s your date going?”
Kat smiled. “He’s a little friendly.”
“That’s what I thought.” I searched for him in the crowd, wanting to knock him out. “I warned you about him.”
“Daemon,” she said. “I have him under control.”
I snickered. “Sure looks like it, Kitten. His hands were moving so fast I was beginning to question if he was human or not.” She stiffened in my embrace. “You should sneak out of here and go home while he’s distracted. I can even get Dee to morph into you if need be.”
Katy pulled back and I immediately missed the way she felt. “It’s okay if he gropes your sister?”
Well no, but… “I know she can take care of herself. You’re out of your league with that guy.”
We’d completely stopped dancing by this point. A storm was brewing and it had a name: Kitten. I almost smiled.
“Excuse me?” she said. “I’m out of my league?”
Didn’t she get it? “Look, I drove here. I can let Dee catch a ride with Andrew and take you home.” Sounded like a good plan to me, but the look on her face said it was no-go. “Are you actually considering going to the party with that idiot?”
“Are you going?” She pulled her hand free.
“It doesn’t matter what I’m doing.” And I wasn’t ready to let her go yet. “You’re not going to that party.”
“You can’t tell me what to do, Daemon.”
Frustration whipped through me. Didn’t she get that I was trying to look out for her? This wasn’t a ‘who was the boss of me’ contest. “Dee is taking you home. And I swear, if I have to throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here, I will.”
Her hand fisted against my chest. “I’d like to see you try.”
I smiled. “I bet you would.”
“Whatever. You’re the one who’s going to cause a scene carrying me out of here.”
I made a sound low in my throat, but she actually smiled up at me, a mixture of smugness and innocence. “Because you’re local alien teacher is watching us as we speak. What do you think he’s going to believe when you toss me over your shoulder, buddy?”
Son… of a biscuit.
“Thought so,” she said.
I was still seriously considering throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her out of here with the whole school watching. I think I also wanted to kiss her… with the entire school watching. Probably do things that would make that flush turn a deeper shade of red.
Her glare turned defiant and damn if a part didn’t really, really like that.
A smile formed on my lips. “I keep underestimating you, Kitten.”
Adjusting my tie, I stepped out of the SUV and grabbed my tux jacket off the back seat, slipping it on. Homecoming. Practically the last place on Earth I wanted to be at. A night of watching sweaty, gawky human teenagers paw all over each other wasn’t my idea of a fun night. But I had little choice.
I glanced over at Ash. Standing beside her brother, dressed in a white gown, she really did look great. Too bad it was never, ever going to work between us. Our feelings for each other, even if she refused to admit it, had morphed into a more familial thing.
Andrew looked over at me as he messed with his cuff links. His brows inched up. “I don’t even know why you’re coming to this, man.”
His sister made an impatient noise in her throat. “I have to agree, but can we move this conversation inside?” She waved a slender hand at the school. “I have people I need to make jealous.”
I smiled. “Do tell?”
“My dress.” She twirled around, and I swore it was see-through for a second. Andrew looked away, but not before I saw him pale. Yep, part of it was see-through. “My dress could feed a small village for a year, which means these… people haven’t ever seen the likes of such beauty and perfection.”
Shaking my head, I laughed. Ash… well, she was an acquired taste. As the three of us headed in, I knew they’d never believe me if I told them why I really was here.
It had to do with one sweaty, gawky human teenager pawing all over one human in particular. Once I knew that Kat had actually accepted the idiot’s offer to the dance, there was no way I could stay home. Instinct was screaming that she was going to need me. Or it was a really messed up territorial need to… to do what?
Go in there, beat the crap out of Simon and claim my girl?
Uh no, because beating the crap out of humans would probably end in death and she wasn’t my girl. No way in holy hell.
Ash disappeared into a flock of several girls who were already squawking and squealing about her dress. Forcing myself to breathe and not zoom around the room, popping all the balloons that probably took an entire day to blow up, I found the nearest empty table and sat. Following suit, Andrew did the same. He started talking about some football game I could give two craps about and I zoned him out.
And waited.
And waited some more.
And then I saw Simon’s jock-douchebag friends head toward the door and I knew that meant Kat was here. Leaning back in my chair, I casually looked over my shoulder.
Something unexpected happened to my chest. It felt like someone had walked right up to me and socked me in it. I might have stopped breathing. Right there, surrounded by humans, in front of still yapping Andrew.
“Oh Mary, mother of baby Jesus,” I muttered.
Kat stood by the door, her hands clasped around a tiny clutch as her eyes bounced around the gymnasium nervously. The dress… aw man, that dress should be illegal. Tight around the bodice and waist, then flowing over her hips like a river of crimson silk. Her hair was up, revealing a long, graceful neck I didn’t know she had.
Red.
Red was my favorite color.
Kat wasn’t cute. She wasn’t even sexy. She was beautiful—absolutely breathtakingly beautiful.
I watched her bolt as soon as she spotted Lesa and an approving smile spread over my lips. That’s right, Kitten, I thought, stay away from Simon. He so doesn’t deserve to be in the same time zone as you.
I had no idea how long I watched her, but I eventually lost sight of her in the crowd. Part of me wanted to get up, punch Andrew in his mouth to shut him up, and go find her. But that would raise eyebrows, so I remained there, gripping the back of my chair so hard it groaned under the pressure.
Then she reappeared with my sister, skirting along the dance floor. She stopped, twisting gracefully until her gaze landed on my table as if she’d been looking for me. Something inside me roared a male approval.
Our eyes locked, and there was that sucker-punch feeling again, except in moved lower, into my stomach. I was mesmerized, enthralled. Her lips parted and—
And Simon pushed through the crowd, blocking her from me. Every muscle in my body locked up as a primal urge rushed through me. I started to stand, but at the last moment, forced myself to sit.
A few seconds later, Ash arrived at the table. She was saying something, but I didn’t really hear her. Then Andrew leaned over, snapping his fingers in my face. “Man,” he said. “What’s your deal?”
“Shut up.”
“Nice.” Andrew got up. “I’m getting something to drink.”
Peace out, I thought. I kept an eye on Simon… and Simon’s hands. I did not like them.
“Do you want to dance?” Ash asked. “Or do you want to sit here and glower?” When I didn’t answer, she huffed as she stood. “Whatever. You’re boring.”
I barely acknowledged that she’d left too and that I was sitting at a table alone, like a dork. My gaze was trained on the couple. Couple? God. It was insulting to Kat to even refer to her and Simon as a couple.
But I could deal. What Kat was doing really wasn’t any of my business. In reality, she can do whatever she wanted. If that meant dancing—
Simon’s hand glided down the front of her dress, causing Kat to jerk back. Her angry expression was lost in a sea of faces and… well, that was it. I was on my feet before I even realized it, moving between dancers, my hands curling into fists.
I stalked up to them, stopping behind Kat. “Mind if I cut in?”
Simon’s eyes shot wide, and he must’ve seen his impending doom in my face, because he dropped his arms and took a step back. “Perfect timing. I needed to get a drink anyway.”
I arched a brow and then turned to Kat, dismissing the idiot. “Dance?”
She stared back a moment, then carefully placed her hands on my shoulders. “This is a surprise.”
Damn if it wasn’t. I wrapped an arm around her waist and took one of her hands in mine. And damn if she didn’t feel right in my arms, perfect actually.
Stupid and oddly wishful thinking.
Her incredibly long lashes swept up and eyes warm but wary searched mine. A pretty flush spread across her cheeks and down her throat. I’d do something terrible to know what she was thinking. I pulled her closer.
Confusion and a… richer emotion marked her features. “Are you having a good time with…Ash?”
“Are you having a good time with Happy Hands?”
She sucked in her lower lip, and I bit back a groan. “Such a constant smartass.”
I laughed and she shivered in my arms. “The three of us came together—Ash, Andrew, and me.” Why was I telling her this? My hand slipped to her hip and I cleared my throat, looking over the top of her head. “You… you look beautiful, by the way. Really too good to be with that idiot.”
Her eyes widened. “Are you high?”
“Unfortunately, no I’m not. Though, I am curious why you would ask.”
“You never say anything nice to me.”
“Good point.” Damn, I was a dick sometimes. Well, most of the times. I lowered my chin and she jumped when my jaw grazed her cheek. “I’m not going to bite you. Or grope you. You can relax.”
She was silent, so I took that as a good thing. Acting on instinct, I guided her head to my chest and then placed my hand on her lower back. Dancing like that was normal. Nothing for anyone to fuss over, including me.
Breathing in the peaches scent of hers, I closed my eyes and let the music guide us. There was something strangely intimate about slow dancing. Not the bumping and grinding kind that left little to the imagination, but this—two bodies melded together, drifting in the same beat, touching in all the right places. Intimate.
Okay, maybe I was high.
My hand curled against her back. “Seriously, how’s your date going?”
Kat smiled. “He’s a little friendly.”
“That’s what I thought.” I searched for him in the crowd, wanting to knock him out. “I warned you about him.”
“Daemon,” she said. “I have him under control.”
I snickered. “Sure looks like it, Kitten. His hands were moving so fast I was beginning to question if he was human or not.” She stiffened in my embrace. “You should sneak out of here and go home while he’s distracted. I can even get Dee to morph into you if need be.”
Katy pulled back and I immediately missed the way she felt. “It’s okay if he gropes your sister?”
Well no, but… “I know she can take care of herself. You’re out of your league with that guy.”
We’d completely stopped dancing by this point. A storm was brewing and it had a name: Kitten. I almost smiled.
“Excuse me?” she said. “I’m out of my league?”
Didn’t she get it? “Look, I drove here. I can let Dee catch a ride with Andrew and take you home.” Sounded like a good plan to me, but the look on her face said it was no-go. “Are you actually considering going to the party with that idiot?”
“Are you going?” She pulled her hand free.
“It doesn’t matter what I’m doing.” And I wasn’t ready to let her go yet. “You’re not going to that party.”
“You can’t tell me what to do, Daemon.”
Frustration whipped through me. Didn’t she get that I was trying to look out for her? This wasn’t a ‘who was the boss of me’ contest. “Dee is taking you home. And I swear, if I have to throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here, I will.”
Her hand fisted against my chest. “I’d like to see you try.”
I smiled. “I bet you would.”
“Whatever. You’re the one who’s going to cause a scene carrying me out of here.”
I made a sound low in my throat, but she actually smiled up at me, a mixture of smugness and innocence. “Because you’re local alien teacher is watching us as we speak. What do you think he’s going to believe when you toss me over your shoulder, buddy?”
Son… of a biscuit.
“Thought so,” she said.
I was still seriously considering throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her out of here with the whole school watching. I think I also wanted to kiss her… with the entire school watching. Probably do things that would make that flush turn a deeper shade of red.
Her glare turned defiant and damn if a part didn’t really, really like that.
A smile formed on my lips. “I keep underestimating you, Kitten.”
Laptop Scene (Make-Out Scene)
Kat was two seconds from losing it, and I loved it. Her hands curled into tiny fists. “Like what?”
“Well, the jumping jacks… for an hour or so should do it.” I was only half serious when I made the suggestion, but then my gaze dropped over the front of her shirt. Suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to see her jump around. “You may want to change first.”
She took a deep breath. “I’m not jumping jacks for an hour.”
And that was a damn shame. Crimson stained the tips of her cheeks. A sure sign she was angry. I couldn’t help myself. “You could run around the house, up and down the stairs.” I met her eyes and grinned. “We could always have sex. I hear that uses up a lot of energy.”
Her mouth dropped open. “That will never happen in a million years, buddy.” She took a step forward, raising her pointer finger at me. “Not even if you were the last—wait, I can’t even say last human on the face of this Earth.”
“Kitten,” I murmured.
“Not even if you were the last thing that looked like a human on the face of this Earth. Got that? Capiche?”
I tilted my head to the side and smiled. She was really on a roll now. Eyes bright and face flushed. Part of me hated to admit it, but she was amazing when she was like this. Absolutely amazing.
“I’m not even attracted to you. Not even a little bit. You’re—”
I was in her face before she had a chance to blink. “I’m what?”
“Ignorant,” she said, taking a step back.
“And?” I matched her steps, compelled. Compelled by what? I didn’t know.
“Arrogant. Controlling.” She took another step back, but I didn’t let her get far. Oh no, I was all up in her face, sharing the same air. “And you’re…you’re a jerk.”
“Oh, I’m sure you can do better than that, Kitten.” And I knew she could. Kat had a mouth on her. Speaking of which, my gaze dropped. Her lips parted. Dammit. “Because I seriously doubt you’re not attracted to me.”
She laughed—the sound low and husky. Sexy. “I’m totally not attracted to you.”
I took one more step and her back was against the wall. Staring down at her, I think I may’ve forgotten to force my lungs to inhale. “You’re lying.”
“And you’re overconfident.” She wetted her lips, and energy pounded through my body. “You know, the whole arrogant thing I mentioned. Not attractive.”
Man, she was so full of it. She’d say anything to keep arguing. Placing my hands on each side of her head, I leaned down, my mouth so close to hers I could almost taste her. I doubted her lips would be sweet. More like one of those red hot Fireball candies.
I really, really liked that candy.
“Every time you lie, your cheeks turn red.”
“Nuh-uh,” she said.
I slid my hands down the wall, stopping beside her hips. “I bet you think about me all the time. Nonstop.” As much as I thought about her, which had become… nonstop, so it only seemed fair and right that she did the same.
“You’re insane.” She pressed back against the wall, her chest rising and falling sharply.
“You probably even dream about me.” My gaze dropped to her mouth again. Fireball... “I bet you even write my name in your notebooks, over and over again, with a little heart drawn around it.”
She laughed this breathless sound. “In your dreams, Daemon. You’re the last person I think—”
Tired of arguing, I kissed her… just to shut her up. And yeah, I’d keep telling myself that. Just keep right on with that train of thought. But the moment our lips met, a shudder rolled through my body and I half growled, half moaned. Because I was right—like a hot as hell Fireball.
Kat wasn’t arguing anymore. No, she was shivering. Kissing really wasn’t necessary anymore, but then she pushed off the wall, fitting her body against mine. Her fingers sunk in my hair and she moaned against my mouth.
This was so not about shutting her up anymore.
Something came unhinged in me. Like a lock that had been turned. Or a dam that burst. Or, hell, it was like being struck by lightning, ran over by a truck and then shocked back to life. I was moving and doing without really thinking.
My hands gripped her hips, and I lifted her up. Her legs went around my waist and she was kissing me right back with a passion that almost startled me, and I was hoping she didn’t notice that my hands were trembling. Hell, my entire body was shaking. There was a fire under my skin, and I was out of control. Seconds away from going full Luxen on her and what good would that do?
Aw hell, it didn’t matter. Not when I pressed into her and she made this beautifully feminine sound that really had my blood pounding. And I could feel it building in me. Pure power and it had nowhere to go but out. This had been building for months. Maybe always leading to this.
And then we were moving along the wall. A lamp toppled over. Kat didn’t seem to mind, thank God, because I was beyond the point of caring about anything than what was in my arms.
Kat.
Vaguely, I was aware of the TV switching on and off. I tried to rein it all back in, but her hands went to my shirt and then she was wiggling down, pulling at my shirt. I could only obey her silent command. I pulled back and let her take off my shirt.
I’d pretty much let her do anything at this point. Kind of scary…. and all kinds of hot.
I captured her cheeks, pulling her back to my hungry mouth. Man, I couldn’t get enough of her taste, of how she gave it right back to me on all fronts. Her hands went to the button on my jeans.
There was a cracking sound in the house. Most likely something had just went up in flames. But we were moving toward the couch and then we were on it, our hands everywhere, tugging on clothes, on each other. Our hips were molded together like our lips.
Kat whispered my name, and I was crushing her against me one second and then the next, I was giving up space to explore—for me to explore. Sliding over her arm, down the front of her shirt and lower, and her shirt was off. I don’t even know how, but it was.
“So beautiful,” I said, because she was beautiful. And then I kissed her again. Kissed her until I knew she needed air, claiming her mouth as long as I could.
My body took over completely, rolling against hers, but something else clicked inside me. Another hidden door was opening. I slowed down, taking my time. Where everything had been so frantic and crazed, it was now more tender and controlled.
I was still shaking, though, on the verge of…
Of not being able to stop—not wanting to, of needing her more than I should.
I stilled and forced my lungs to work like hers. Inhaling ragged breaths that weren’t enough, I lifted my head and opened my eyes. I knew there were glowing, speaking a thousand things I couldn’t say and she’d never understand. Probably not want to hear either.
Our gazes locked. The look in her eyes, the way her body melted into mine, I knew she’d let me do…anything. But if I didn’t stop now, I wouldn’t stop ever. And even though I was prone to moments of ‘great dickdom’, as Kat would say, it wasn’t right. Not under these conditions. Not on a freaking couch. Not when her life was in my hands.
So I said the only thing that came to mind. The only thing I knew that would snap both of us back into a cold, harsh reality.
I forced my lips into the half smile I knew always got under her skin and said, “You’re barely glowing now.”
Kat was two seconds from losing it, and I loved it. Her hands curled into tiny fists. “Like what?”
“Well, the jumping jacks… for an hour or so should do it.” I was only half serious when I made the suggestion, but then my gaze dropped over the front of her shirt. Suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to see her jump around. “You may want to change first.”
She took a deep breath. “I’m not jumping jacks for an hour.”
And that was a damn shame. Crimson stained the tips of her cheeks. A sure sign she was angry. I couldn’t help myself. “You could run around the house, up and down the stairs.” I met her eyes and grinned. “We could always have sex. I hear that uses up a lot of energy.”
Her mouth dropped open. “That will never happen in a million years, buddy.” She took a step forward, raising her pointer finger at me. “Not even if you were the last—wait, I can’t even say last human on the face of this Earth.”
“Kitten,” I murmured.
“Not even if you were the last thing that looked like a human on the face of this Earth. Got that? Capiche?”
I tilted my head to the side and smiled. She was really on a roll now. Eyes bright and face flushed. Part of me hated to admit it, but she was amazing when she was like this. Absolutely amazing.
“I’m not even attracted to you. Not even a little bit. You’re—”
I was in her face before she had a chance to blink. “I’m what?”
“Ignorant,” she said, taking a step back.
“And?” I matched her steps, compelled. Compelled by what? I didn’t know.
“Arrogant. Controlling.” She took another step back, but I didn’t let her get far. Oh no, I was all up in her face, sharing the same air. “And you’re…you’re a jerk.”
“Oh, I’m sure you can do better than that, Kitten.” And I knew she could. Kat had a mouth on her. Speaking of which, my gaze dropped. Her lips parted. Dammit. “Because I seriously doubt you’re not attracted to me.”
She laughed—the sound low and husky. Sexy. “I’m totally not attracted to you.”
I took one more step and her back was against the wall. Staring down at her, I think I may’ve forgotten to force my lungs to inhale. “You’re lying.”
“And you’re overconfident.” She wetted her lips, and energy pounded through my body. “You know, the whole arrogant thing I mentioned. Not attractive.”
Man, she was so full of it. She’d say anything to keep arguing. Placing my hands on each side of her head, I leaned down, my mouth so close to hers I could almost taste her. I doubted her lips would be sweet. More like one of those red hot Fireball candies.
I really, really liked that candy.
“Every time you lie, your cheeks turn red.”
“Nuh-uh,” she said.
I slid my hands down the wall, stopping beside her hips. “I bet you think about me all the time. Nonstop.” As much as I thought about her, which had become… nonstop, so it only seemed fair and right that she did the same.
“You’re insane.” She pressed back against the wall, her chest rising and falling sharply.
“You probably even dream about me.” My gaze dropped to her mouth again. Fireball... “I bet you even write my name in your notebooks, over and over again, with a little heart drawn around it.”
She laughed this breathless sound. “In your dreams, Daemon. You’re the last person I think—”
Tired of arguing, I kissed her… just to shut her up. And yeah, I’d keep telling myself that. Just keep right on with that train of thought. But the moment our lips met, a shudder rolled through my body and I half growled, half moaned. Because I was right—like a hot as hell Fireball.
Kat wasn’t arguing anymore. No, she was shivering. Kissing really wasn’t necessary anymore, but then she pushed off the wall, fitting her body against mine. Her fingers sunk in my hair and she moaned against my mouth.
This was so not about shutting her up anymore.
Something came unhinged in me. Like a lock that had been turned. Or a dam that burst. Or, hell, it was like being struck by lightning, ran over by a truck and then shocked back to life. I was moving and doing without really thinking.
My hands gripped her hips, and I lifted her up. Her legs went around my waist and she was kissing me right back with a passion that almost startled me, and I was hoping she didn’t notice that my hands were trembling. Hell, my entire body was shaking. There was a fire under my skin, and I was out of control. Seconds away from going full Luxen on her and what good would that do?
Aw hell, it didn’t matter. Not when I pressed into her and she made this beautifully feminine sound that really had my blood pounding. And I could feel it building in me. Pure power and it had nowhere to go but out. This had been building for months. Maybe always leading to this.
And then we were moving along the wall. A lamp toppled over. Kat didn’t seem to mind, thank God, because I was beyond the point of caring about anything than what was in my arms.
Kat.
Vaguely, I was aware of the TV switching on and off. I tried to rein it all back in, but her hands went to my shirt and then she was wiggling down, pulling at my shirt. I could only obey her silent command. I pulled back and let her take off my shirt.
I’d pretty much let her do anything at this point. Kind of scary…. and all kinds of hot.
I captured her cheeks, pulling her back to my hungry mouth. Man, I couldn’t get enough of her taste, of how she gave it right back to me on all fronts. Her hands went to the button on my jeans.
There was a cracking sound in the house. Most likely something had just went up in flames. But we were moving toward the couch and then we were on it, our hands everywhere, tugging on clothes, on each other. Our hips were molded together like our lips.
Kat whispered my name, and I was crushing her against me one second and then the next, I was giving up space to explore—for me to explore. Sliding over her arm, down the front of her shirt and lower, and her shirt was off. I don’t even know how, but it was.
“So beautiful,” I said, because she was beautiful. And then I kissed her again. Kissed her until I knew she needed air, claiming her mouth as long as I could.
My body took over completely, rolling against hers, but something else clicked inside me. Another hidden door was opening. I slowed down, taking my time. Where everything had been so frantic and crazed, it was now more tender and controlled.
I was still shaking, though, on the verge of…
Of not being able to stop—not wanting to, of needing her more than I should.
I stilled and forced my lungs to work like hers. Inhaling ragged breaths that weren’t enough, I lifted my head and opened my eyes. I knew there were glowing, speaking a thousand things I couldn’t say and she’d never understand. Probably not want to hear either.
Our gazes locked. The look in her eyes, the way her body melted into mine, I knew she’d let me do…anything. But if I didn’t stop now, I wouldn’t stop ever. And even though I was prone to moments of ‘great dickdom’, as Kat would say, it wasn’t right. Not under these conditions. Not on a freaking couch. Not when her life was in my hands.
So I said the only thing that came to mind. The only thing I knew that would snap both of us back into a cold, harsh reality.
I forced my lips into the half smile I knew always got under her skin and said, “You’re barely glowing now.”

Kat was two seconds from losing it, and I loved it. Her hands curled into tiny fists. “Like what?”
“Well, the jumping jacks… for an hour or so should do ..."
I sooooo loved this Laptop scene .. LOL , the son of a bitch broke her laptop !!!
I know I so need to. I am currently having to make it up to my dog. She's in a mood with me for leaving her all night LOL

They really are. I feel so bad for leaving her. She seems okay now, she won't move from my knee incase I leave her again LOL



*sigh*
I just love him, he's amazing and based on the Onyx spoilers JLA posted on her blog it sounds like his and Kat's scenes will be a lot hotter
I just love him, he's amazing and based on the Onyx spoilers JLA posted on her blog it sounds like his and Kat's scenes will be a lot hotter

I know but that's what I love about it. How it's hot for YA but not hot enough to be adult.
I can't wait to read her adult series when it comes out, how hot will that be?
I can't wait to read her adult series when it comes out, how hot will that be?
Nephilim. If you look I have a folder for it and all the info that's been released about it so far is there. It sounds amazing.

Yes I know Emily, it just takes a lot to type up the scenes from the book/e-book but I'll try and get them done soon.
I will also be posting the 2 scenes from the new edition when it comes out.
I will also be posting the 2 scenes from the new edition when it comes out.

I will also be posting the 2 scenes from the new edition when it comes out."
I wasn't suggesting you type them up and post them on here, because that would be a violation of copyright laws. I was just saying that they were out there...
Oh yea I know. I don't know if I will or not. I might just post which scenes they are and where they can be found. I think the scene in the printed version of it is in the e-book as well, the first chapter? I haven't got the e-book so I don't know.
Thanks for helping keep it updated. It's great to meet someone who loved JLA's books as much as I do =)
Thanks for helping keep it updated. It's great to meet someone who loved JLA's books as much as I do =)

I'm pretty disappointed about the Daemon POV's being different between each type of book. I tried to find a print copy of the book and couldn't find one. I already owned the ebook, and had just heard that it's being rereleased in April with the two new scenes, so I don't want to buy it now. But, the print book scene is one I want to read really, really bad. I wish the scenes were the same between each book--know what I mean?
Would you like me to type it in an email for you? I can't do it right now because I have lent it to someone but I could email you the scene once I get it back. It's really good.
Yea the new edition will be out April 10th jen told me.
I know exactly what you mean I wanna buy the e-book just for those scenes but my best friend has the e-book so I'm just gonna read them on hers, I was gonna get the e-book but I had to get the print copy since my quote from my review is in it *squeeel* I just needed to see that in person LOL
Yea the new edition will be out April 10th jen told me.
I know exactly what you mean I wanna buy the e-book just for those scenes but my best friend has the e-book so I'm just gonna read them on hers, I was gonna get the e-book but I had to get the print copy since my quote from my review is in it *squeeel* I just needed to see that in person LOL

I will also be posting the 2 scenes from the new edition when it comes out."
That would be great, Kay. Can't get enough of Daemon. It does kind of suck that they keep changing the scenes based on which book it is. I wish they would make them all the same.
I'm going to have to check out the Onyx scenes though. They sound good.

I hate that they have different scenes in different formats. What is the reasoning behind something like that?

I'd appreciate you doing that, but is it okay? It isn't against copyright or anything? Just wanting to make sure. =0D
I don't think it's against any copyright. It's not like I'm reproducing the whole book. I don't know maybe I should look into it

I love having these in one place but some things aren't worth the cost. =-)