Fallen Angel Reclaimed: The Complete Series by Lacey Carter Andersen
27
Surcy had feltstrange ever since they’d dropped the vampire at the sanctuary. She’d been shocked by Tristan’s jealousy. Shocked and intrigued. Maybe more than intrigued.
It was the dumbest thing in the world, but seeing how Tristan had reacted to another man flirting with her had made her see him differently. He wasn’t just a massive demon with a dangerous quality, or a silent gargoyle with far too keen eyes. He was… an attractive man.
She took another sip of her juice, as she sat on the kitchen counter. As far as she knew, the demons had gone to bed. So why am I still awake? Just sitting around. Feeling wired.
The past few days spun through her mind. Daniel’s kiss. Tristan’s jealousy. Mark's kindness. She wanted to explore her connection to them, but she couldn’t think of a way to do it that didn’t leave her feeling vulnerable and exposed.
It isn’t like opportunities to touch hot men drop out of the sky.
Finishing her drink and rinsing her glass out, she left it by the sink and headed for bed. Halfway down the hallway, a door opened. She froze and took a step back as Tristan came out into the hall, nearly running into her.
He was hot from the shower and he wore a small white towel wrapped around his waist. Too small.
Her jaw dropped. Crap.
The sexy demon turned and stared at her. His entire body stiffened as he stood up straighter. “Surcy.”
She nodded at him, unable to find the words, unable to look away
“Can I help you with something?" he asked.
Her gaze slid over him. His body was extraordinary. It was no wonder he was chiseled from stone, because that’s exactly how he seemed. Massive. His long, dark hair was still damp, slicked back from his face. His mismatched eyes met hers with unconcealed arousal.
This man made her want things she shouldn’t want.
He encroached on her space, and within seconds had her pressed against the hallway wall. His arms caged her on either side of her head.
She licked her lips and looked down at the towel he wore. It was barely hanging on him. Tucked loosely. The slightest tug would have it falling to the ground.
“Surcy…”
Her gaze moved up to his dangerous face. The beauty and threat within the chiseled lines made her want to look away. For once, she didn’t.
“What do you want?” he asked.
Taking a deep breath. Deciding to be bold. She looked down at where his obvious arousal was poorly hidden and reached out.
He was trembling. His entire body radiating need like nothing she’d ever felt before.
When she grasped the towel, her eyes locked with his, and she tugged it until she felt it fall to the floor. Unable to stop herself, she looked down.
He did not disappoint. He was long and thick. Beautifully made and absolutely enticing.
Reaching out her hand, she drew one finger along his length.
A groan tore from his lips.
She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She couldn’t believe she closed her hand around his length and stroked him slowly.
He swore, the sound thick with need, and then his lips crushed hers.
His kiss was powerful, a force of nature, his lips strong and experienced. Her thoughts spun away, leaving behind desire and nothing else.
She wrapped one arm around his neck, drawing him closer while she continued to stroke his length. Her inner-muscles clenched as she grew hot with desire.
When their tongues began to battle, she stroked him fast. His hips bucked. He broke their kiss, his breathing coming in and out rapidly.
She knew he was on the edge. She was tempted to fall to her knees and take him in her mouth, to feel him explode within her lips.
An even more tempting vision came to her. If she slid her shorts off and wrapped her legs around him, she had no doubt this gargoyle would ease the aching that consumed her.
“Damn it!”
He pulled back from her, running a frustrated hand through his long hair. His eyes filled with need and regret.
She moved towards him but he stepped back.
“Why are you stopping?”
He closed his beautiful eyes. “I have never wanted a woman more. But you aren’t ready for this.”
Anger rose within her. “I’m fine.”
“No, you aren’t. I won’t take advantage of you.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “Maybe I want to be taken advantage of.”
His hot gaze raked her. “I’m sorry.”
When he turned to go, her entire body seemed to shake with frustration. Her gaze remained locked on his perfect ass. She wanted to sink her fingers into it as he exploded inside of her.
But he’s too much of a gentleman.
What she needed was someone to ease this fire within her. Someone who wouldn’t care about her current state of mind.
Tristan slipped into his room and closed the door, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
And then it hit her. She knew exactly what to do.
