KnockingonDemon'sDoor Unknown (ereader with dictionary txt) 📖

nodded. “What do you need me to do?” Her voice thinned to a whisper.

“I need you to step into your ski-bunny role, okay?”

Before Neal could reach them, Blake leaned in and pressed his mouth to hers. The second their lips touched, explosive heat arced between them and his body buzzed to life. Sexual tension hung heavy in the air and undoubtedly could be felt by anyone in the room.

Sunny’s hands circled his neck, her fingers playing in his hair with aroused awareness as she pulled him in tighter. Her warm sweet tongue moved into his mouth and tangled with his. He indulged in the taste of her, eager to brush his tongue over her entire body and bury his face between her legs. Unrelenting pressure brewed in his groin, and even though they were playing a role, he couldn’t help his body’s physical responses. As his cock thickened and everything in her touch generated desire and need in him, a surge of warmth flooded his veins. He trembled. Almost violently. Her boldness surprised him and made him hunger for her in ways he’d never hungered before. Ways that frightened the hell out of him.

Goddamn, when Sunny played a role, she really got into character.

Before he became too lost in the moment he had to pull back to regain a little self control. “Jesus,” he breathed against her lips. “You’re killing me here, sweetheart.”

As he reveled in the sweetness of her mouth she moaned in erotic delight and he wondered if she was still playing. She pressed against him and as a shiver racked her body, some small, semi-coherent part of his mind told him that what was happening between them had very little to do with their roles. The second his lips touched hers something passed between them. Something very potent and he knew she felt it too.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Neal’s smile widen, then he backed off.

“Come with me, baby,” Blake murmured against the corner of her mouth.

Her green eyes darkened, flashes of desire in their depths making them smolder. “Scale back on the charm a little, Blake. You’re killing me here too.”

That was the first time she’d called him by his name and he had to admit it made him feel weird inside.

And she was accusing him of using charm.

He led her to the dance floor so they could disappear into the crowd. He circled his arm around her waist, slipping his hand under her jacket, splaying his fingers over her smooth skin. She melted into him, letting him know she welcomed his touch. He could feel her heart pounding against her rib cage. Perspiration broke out on his forehead and he knew it had nothing to do with the warm room or that fact that he still had his coat on.

He backed her up against a wall. Her pink tongue slid over her lips. “Blake, what’s wrong?”

The hint of concern in her voice totally undid him and he silenced her with a kiss. Once again he lost himself in her taste and this time there was no hiding the bulge in his pants. Need fogged his brain. They traded kisses until they were both left breathless. Blake inched back with the instinctive knowledge that a kiss would never be enough. He wanted more. Needed more. Never had he felt this way about anyone. He didn’t’ know what it was about her, but she did things to him, to his mind, his body and his heart and he had to admit, for the first time in his life, he was scared. His gaze roamed over her flushed cheeks, taking in the naked desire in her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” she repeated breathlessly.

“They’re keeping tabs on me. I was supposed to check in with them tomorrow night but I guess they got impatient.”

“Is he gone?”

“Not yet, and a couple more goons have joined him.” When he looked into her eyes, his stomach twisted. As bone-deep warmth rushed through him, he had to work to tamp down the torrent of emotions. Passion he had absolutely no control over ran through his blood.

After a quick consultation with his better half he suddenly had a change of heart. He didn’t care if she was a cop who could handle herself. He didn’t want her involved in this.

“Listen, I think this might be getting too dangerous for you. Maybe you should back off.”

By small degrees her body tightened and her head tilted back so she could look at him. Her mouth lost its soft, well-kissed curve. “Forget it, Blake. We’re in this together, remember. This was your idea, not mine.”

His protective instincts came out in full force. Well, hell. This was a twist he hadn’t anticipated. “It’s just—”

She shook her head. “Not you too?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I can take care of myself, Blake. I think I’ve proved that to you already.”

Despite having seen her skills first hand, he couldn’t help but want to shelter her. He’d made the mistake of letting his sister do things her own way and look where that had gotten him. He couldn’t be in a more fucked-up mess if he’d tried. “These guys mean business, Sunny.”

“So do I. Trust me, that demon in the parking lot was nothing. I’ve been up against all kinds of monsters.”

He supposed she probably had, not that it made him feel any better. Still, she was strong, capable and clearly well trained, and he knew there was nothing he could do or say to deter her, but that wasn’t going to stop him from trying.

“Plus I know you’ve got my back,” she added for good measure, as if sensing him weakening. “Which is more than I can say for my partner.” She made a gesture with her head.

It hit him then that she actually trusted him. That threw him off balance for all of two seconds. Then he processed everything she’d said.

“What partner?” he asked suspiciously, and looked toward the spot she’d gestured to in time to see a