Tempting The Dark. Michele Hauf

This time the clutch of his hand against her hip was more urgent. And his other hand slid over her derriere and squeezed.

      She wanted to feel his body against hers, skin to skin, to know what his muscles felt like flexing with movement, melding against her body, and to own him.

      But she was getting carried away.

      Jett lashed her tongue along Savin’s lower lip, then met his gaze.

      “Whew!” he said.

      Exactly. And kneeling over him, firmly in his embrace, she could sense...something similar within him. The demoness he claimed had hitched a ride to this realm with his escape? The Other. Her presence was faint, barely a shimmer that traced the man’s veins. And yet she wanted Jett to know of her presence.

      Oh, she was aware.

      Jett thumbed Savin’s mouth. “I’ve never been kissed like that.”

      His eyebrow quirked.

      “Actually, I’ve never been kissed until now.”

      “You’re—Really?”

      She nodded. “Finally, that kiss you promised me when we were kids has been granted. And don’t think you have to stop giving them to me.”

      “That was an intense kiss. A guy would never know you’d not done such before.” He looked aside. Were his thoughts going to places she didn’t want them to go?

      Jett kissed him again. She would claim this man, body and soul. Because that was what she did to survive.