Page 27 of Demon On Deck

“Evren,” she moans.

“Mmm, talk to me, Doll. What do you need?”

“You. Naked. Bed.”

Fuck yeah. Who am I to deny my goddess? But I need to slow down. I want to savor our reunion, draw out our pleasure as long as possible. Gripping Kallie’s impeccable ass, I pull her from the door and turn to head into my home.

“We’ll do a proper tour later, Doll,” I murmur, carrying her through the foyer. “For now…cliffs notes. You’re acquainted with the front door.”

Kallie laughs, pressing light kisses along my neck.

“Entryway. Straight ahead, sunken living room. Kitchen to the left. The hallway off the kitchen has the guest suite and laundry.”

She lifts her head briefly, smiling before returning to kiss the other side of my neck as I turn down the hall.

“Home office. Half bath.”

Finally, I reach the doorway and grin. “Master,” I say, stepping into my bedroom.

I set her gently on her feet at the edge of the bed, then flip on the light. Soft light illuminates dark wood finishes with touches of bronze scattered about pictures and small keepsakes.

Kallie looks around, taking in the space before turning back to me. The air around crackles with the electricity building between us.

“Nothing left to see, Doll,” I say, slowly stepping closer.

Her eyes track my predatory movements as she says, “Oh? Nothing at all?”

I shake my head, taking another step toward her.

“Nope. Like what you see?”

She tilts her head, a smug smile on her lips. “That depends.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm.”

Another step, and there’s a hairsbreadth of space left between us.

“On what, Doll?”

“Are you gonna show me the bed, or are you gonna just stand there looking like living, breathing sin in a suit?”

Oh, this woman. My cock pulses painfully in my suddenly too-tight pants.

“You wound me,” I tease.

Her smile turns sultry. “Don’t worry, Honey, I’ll kiss it all better.”

The sound that leaves me is half growl-half moan. I reach for her, closing the minute space left between us, and melding our bodies. Kallie melts into me as I crash our mouths together. Her hands slide up my chest and under my jacket, pushing it off my shoulders. I shrug it free, never breaking our passionate kiss.

When we finally break apart panting, Kallie’s pupils are blown wide, and her scent mixed with our arousal perfumes the room. It’s a scent I’ve craved every moment since we parted on the cruise.

I trace my thumb across her swollen bottom lip and rasp, “You have no idea what you do to me, Doll.”

She slides a hand down my chest, past my waistband, to cup my aching cock. I groan as pleasure ripples through me.

“I think I might have an idea,” she says, voice dripping with sin.