KnockingonDemon'sDoor by Unknown (best love novels of all time TXT) 📕

let his glance leisurely move over her body in return, blatantly taking his time to peruse her every curve, specifically the swell of her breasts. The sudden image of him moving his cock in and out of her cleavage came out of nowhere and hit her like a supernova. She planted her hand on the bar and swallowed hard as she resisted the urge to squirm—right into his arms.

Even though she braced herself for it, a darkly seductive smile nearly dropped her to her knees. “You know Nathan?” he asked. Sultry heat lingered near her bellybutton for a moment, giving her the impression that he was checking out the butterfly tattoo beneath her body-molding sweater. Not that demons had the ability to do such a thing. They might have excessive emotions and strength, heightened senses, be able to move between worlds at will as they sought out pleasure and charm their way into most “seers” pants, but the one thing they didn’t have was x-ray vision.

“So do you? Do you know Nathan?” he asked again pulling her focus back.

A warm tingle moved through her, and as her nipples ached in a way they’d never ached before she nodded in response to his question.

His eyes left her belly and moved to her face. “I’ve showed you mine, are you going to show me yours?” His wicked grin and the suggestion behind his words had her heart racing and her pussy dripping.

Concentrate, Michelle. Concentrate.

Without answering his question, she clamped her legs together, leaned across the bar and ran her index finger over his markings. When her finger touched his flesh, a soft yellow glow flashed in his eyes. The flash of color disappeared so quickly that, if she wasn’t looking for it, she never would have seen it. She fought the urge to snatch her hand back, forcing herself to keep the intimate contact a bit longer. As her fingers played over his arm, any lingering doubts she had to his identity were instantly gone. Ash was most definitely a demon. The yellow glow in his eyes confirmed it.

He watched her as if he too was gauging her reactions.

“What does the symbol mean?” she asked, even though her studies into mythology had told her it was a Chinese god symbol used to ward off bad spirits.

“It means ‘mother’ in Chinese.”

She supposed it didn’t really matter why he would lie to her about such a little thing. He was a demon, after all. A demon who could walk in the day and cause a flash fire in her pussy without even trying. That quick color change in his eyes had verified it. She’d gone up against enough of them to know that when they felt passion—either from anger or arousal—their eyes changed color. For a brief moment she wondered which one he felt when she touched him, then buried the stupid thought in favor of more important ones.

Forcing herself to return to professional mode, she took a moment to think things through. She didn’t know how or why he was able to walk during the day. All she knew for certain was that where there was a demon there was danger and every instinct she owned told her to do something about it.

But if she wanted to find out why so many girls were supposedly dying on the slopes and going missing from this resort, she had to play by mortal rules this time. That meant killing him was out of the question. Too many employees would notice he was gone. She had to get close to him and stay there, no matter how much she despised him for what he was.

Chapter Two

She knew.

Blake watched the way she watched him. His heightened senses and gut instinct told him she knew what he was, confirming his suspicions that she was indeed a “seer”. He took a moment to absorb and digest the turn of events. Everything from the way she acted, to her body language and the way her intelligent eyes surveyed him with careful precision—as well as every patron in the room—told him she was the farthest thing from a brainless bunny. Her every nuance alerted him to the fact that she was a damn cop. Hell, he’d been beaten around by enough officers to know when he was up against one. He considered that bit of information longer. So not only was she a cop pretending to be a bunny, she was a damn “seer” who knew what he was. And didn’t he just know that nothing good could come from that. As he took in her carefully concealed inquisitive look it occurred to him that she had to be wondering how he could day walk. He in turn was wondering what the hell she was after.

“I never did catch your name,” he said.

“It’s Sunny.”

Of course, he mused, resisting the urge to roll his eyes heavenward. Determined to find out if she was going to be trouble for him, he decided to draw her deeper into conversation. “What can I get you?”

She pouted plump, naked lips and his traitorous cock stood in salute. Instantly, his mind envisioned the image of that mouth wrapped around his dick. Fuck… This was so not the time for his pleasure-seeking senses to be taking over. After a quick glance at the bunny table she said, “I’ll have what they’re having.”

Blake glanced at the round of Daiquiris. “Strawberry?”

“Yeah, yummy,” she said, licking her lips. “My favorite.”

Blake didn’t take her for the kind of woman who drank girly drinks. She seemed more like a no-nonsense, Labatt’s Blue beer drinking kind of girl. His kind of girl… If she wasn’t a cop, that is.

As Blake went to work on the drink, he asked, “So what brings you to the resort?”

She batted long lashes over deep green eyes and tossed her blonde curls over her shoulder. Her actions seemed stilted, forced even, which led him to believe she was having difficulty taking on her