WH - 3 A Demon and Her Scot by Eve Langlais

Author:Eve Langlais [Langlais, Eve]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
ISBN: 9781492108382
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2013-08-08T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Intense didn’t even come close to defining the moment. Between one breath and the next, it seemed as if the walls and chains he’d bound his heart and emotions in disintegrated. Exploded into tiny pieces and vanished, leaving in its place a warm and protective feeling, one he wanted to lock up and cherish forever. A feeling caused entirely by her. And only her.

He feared he knew what it meant, dreaded it as a matter of fact, yet he didn’t run this time or dump her on her ass as he had before. He couldn’t. Make that wouldn’t, not when it felt so good. So right. So fucking nice.

He wanted to bask in the sensation for a bit, so, of course, she just had to open her mouth and ruin it.

“You’re squashing me, you giant oaf.”

Indeed he was. He quite enjoyed it as a matter of fact. Her? Not as much. She elbowed him until he rolled aside, not far though. He lay on his back alongside her, one arm draped under his head as a pillow, his body still in contact with hers. She didn’t move away.

“We should fight more often,” he remarked as he stared at the ceiling in the room, the painted murals a disturbing blend of erotic art and impossible sexual situations.

“Fake fight.” She just had to argue.

Two could play that game. “Oh, I don’t know about the fake part. You seemed mighty pissed when you slammed into here.”

“I didn’t slam; I kicked.”

“Ooh. Big difference. Either way, ye looked like ye’d swallowed a prickly pear sideways.”

“Because I was looking forward to a quiet night, but instead, Lucifer gave me orders to guard his new caddy. What happened to ‘I’m never golfing again’?” she mocked.

“I’m not. I agreed to give him some lessons and to carry his bag.”

“Ooh. Big difference,” she sassed in a repeat of his words.

Rolling onto his side, he propped his head on his hand. “I hear disparagement in your tone.”

“Give the Scot some underwear as a prize.”

“As if I’d wear any. My manparts need to breath.”

She snorted. “That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Says the lass who wears nothing under her toga. Let me ask you, since you seem to have a problem with my commando status, why don’t you wear any under garments?”

A mischievous grin transformed her from bloodthirsty lass into the girl she once was. He could see why even the gods wanted her. “I don’t wear them because when outnumbered, I find a high kick and a flash of certain pink parts gives me the distraction I need to regain the upper hand.”

Damn. He suddenly had an urge to spar with her. Then fuck her. Why did everything about her tempt him? “That’s evil.”

“I know which is why Lucifer pays me the big bucks.”

“You enjoy working for the devil?”

“I do. Sure, he’s got a messed up sense of humor, and a temper when he doesn’t get his way, but he’s also fair.”

“Let’s hope I get to see that side of him when he shows up for practice.

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