Demon Fire (The Angel Fire Book 3) by Marie Johnston (top 10 novels of all time TXT) 📕

out. “I want you more because of everything.” He pulled his T-shirt over his head, then took his time unbuckling his pants. He hesitated before he pushed them down. “But, Sierra. I haven’t been with anyone for years.”

And he wasn’t sure about breaking his abstinence with her?

“I . . . might not last long.”

Oh.

She sat up, propping herself on her hands behind her. “Boone, this is already the most special time I’ve had with another person. I don’t care if you last half a minute or half an hour.”

She must’ve said the right thing. He shoved his pants down. His erection sprang free and she automatically widened her legs.

Once he’d put his clothes next to hers, he crawled over her and she eased to her back. He didn’t shove her knees wider, or attack her breasts. He caught her lips again, taking his sweet time.

She melted, wrapping her legs around his strong hips. Again, he didn’t thrust in. His cock stroked her wet core as she undulated her hips, and still he kissed her, slow, unhurried. When he moved the arm that he’d held himself off her with, she thought he’d finally enter her. But he cupped her face.

She whimpered and his chuckle reverberated through her. Just when she’d thought she couldn’t get needier.

Finally, he adjusted his hips until his broad head nudged her entrance. Her fingers curled at the exquisite pressure, her nails digging into his shoulders. He pushed in as leisurely as he was doing everything else, driving her out of her ever-loving mind.

She didn’t deserve this in all the best ways. A man who took care of her. A man who saw to her health, her safety, her pleasure, her state of mind.

How could she . . . How could she ever be worthy of a guy like Boone?

She was selfish, doing this. Greedy.

But as he seated himself inside, she’d never felt more complete. This man filled her like never before. She forced her nails out of him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, enjoying how close they were. Then he moved, and the pleasure grew with each stroke.

“Boone,” she moaned. Each slick stroke took her higher than any other peak she’d had before.

He braced himself on his knees and one arm, lifting her leg with the other. “God, Sierra. I can’t—”

He stroked his hand up her thigh and didn’t stop until he brushed a fingertip against her clit.

She cried out, her body bucking against him. All he had to do was lay his hand at her center and she worked the rest as he thrust in and out.

His body was shaking. He was holding back until she climaxed. She circled her hips as he slammed in. That was all she needed. Stars exploded behind her eyes as she called his name. Her body went tight, but weightless. She soared on a wave of ecstasy, feeling only pleasure. No pain. No worries. Nothing but what Boone wanted her to feel.

He roared, curling around her but not crushing her. Heat filled her as he released and she held him. She came down from the great heights he’d pushed her to.

That was the closest to flying she’d ever have again.

He couldn’t regret what had happened. He’d broken years of solitude because of Sierra, and he’d ended years of abstinence with her too. Logically, it was all wrong, but it’d never felt more right.

They’d spent the morning pleasuring each other. He’d given the shower a good scrub before they’d both gotten in and made love some more.

It was checkout time. They had to go. Dressed in the same clothing they’d worn the previous day, they counted their money. A couple hundred dollars. It’d get them another cheap room and something to eat, along with transportation.

But they had to get to a new hotel and checked in without being detected by any demons. They’d have her likeness by now. His too, but they thought he was a warrior. Between the accident and Andy, they’d have to be careful.

He peered out the window. “I think there might be a thrift store a few blocks away.”

“The walk might be more exciting than we want in this part of town.”

“It’s not like we have anything to steal.”

She peeked outside from under his arm. “True. I’m ready. But can you hang on to these?” She handed the phone and the ultrasound photo to him.

“Are you sure?”

Her gaze was on the picture. “I don’t have pockets.”

She didn’t want the picture ruined. Seeing the baby on the ultrasound monitor had rocked her and she hadn’t spoken much about it since. But protecting the picture said a lot. “I’ll have to fold it to get it into my wallet.”

“It’s okay. Thank you.”

“You’ll get more during the bigger ultrasound.”

Her eyes flickered and her smile was fleeting. “Hold on.” She darted into the bathroom. The water ran for a few seconds and then she was back.

Whoa. Her hair was slicked back like she was an assassin after a target or going out clubbing. She’d tied her shirt at her hip. The soft curves of her body were on full display. A slight round to her lower abdomen only added to her sex appeal. The canvas shoes lent legitimacy to her look, like she wasn’t trying too hard, this was her norm.

She’d pulled off a disguise without changing outfits and dying her hair. Her eyes were a bright blue, but without the flurry of her chin-length hair, her edgy new look was nothing like before.

He patted his torso like he was feeling for a hidden costume. “Think it’ll work for me?”

“If you slicked back your hair, then we’d be trying too hard.”

“It’s obvious you know your shit.” The corner of his mouth lifted. “It’s sexy.”

Her blush was adorable. “I was more tech support, but I worked really hard to be competent at every aspect of my job.”

He had no doubt. Opening the door, he stepped out and stretched, using the time to study their surroundings.

Sierra pushed her damp hair back. “We can get some