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Authors: Marie Mason
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She had no desire to appear a klutz in front of Remington.
She leaned forward and checked her make-up, smiling as her cleavage was even more thoroughly displayed. She’d have to remember to do that more tonight. She’d gone a little bolder than normal with her make-up tonight. The almost navy eye shadow and black mascara she wore made her eyes look smoky. She’d carefully outlined her lips with a subtle red that matched her dress. Same with her fingernails and toenails. The dress was sleeveless, another brave move on her part since she was always self-conscious about her arms.
Tonight she’d dusted some sparkling fairy dust along her throat and down between her breasts. It had been a present from Rachel last Christmas. Legend had it that it made you irresistible to the man who loved you. Did it work if it was only a horny demon after your body?
At this point, it didn’t matter to Clementine. Well, it did. She really loved Remington, had almost since the moment his mother had introduced them a year ago. But, she’d seen that flash from the future. Him watching as she walked down the aisle to marry another man. She’d realized long ago, one couldn’t change your destiny.
“You about ready in there?” Clementine jumped at the sound of Remington’s voice outside the bathroom door. She took a deep breath and smoothed her hands down the side of her dress one more time, the feel of the fabric giving her confidence a much-needed boost.
“I’m ready.” As I’ll ever be , she whispered to herself.
Remington staggered backward as Clementi opened the bathroom door and stepped into his bedroom. Again, a flash of light seemed to embrace her, flaring out around her. She stepped forward and closed the door behind her and the light disappeared.
He cleared his throat, his eyes roaming over her. Damn, she was fucking beautiful. Inside his demon started to pant, the sexual tension rising inside him until he felt his entire body tauten with need. Need for this woman.
Ours.
The word whispered through Remington’s mind.
Ours.
No, no, no, he shook his head. Not ours.
He saw Clementine’s lips begin to tremble, and he knew immediately she thought the negative shake of his head had been aimed at her. Or more precisely, her appearance. Knowing he had to make it up to her, the words started tumbling out of his unguarded mouth.
“Damn, you’re beautiful.”
His expression, if not his words, apparently reassured her. A little.
“You really think so?” She tugged self-consciously at the hem of her dress that barely managed to cover all the essential parts. The length made him growl low in his throat. If she so much as moved the wrong way…
When she started to draw back, this time because of the growl, his hand shot forward, drawing her to him. “Yes. Yes, I really think so.”
His hand cupped her jaw, tilting her head up so she was forced to look into his eyes. He knew what she’d see. Those gold flames he couldn’t hide when his demon was out. When he was angry, or aroused. Right now he realized he was angry that he was aroused. Or was he angry he was aroused and couldn’t do anything about it?
“This has to be the most fucking ridiculous plan I’ve ever agreed to,” he breathed against her face.
“Why?” One of her small, creamy white hands came up and gripped his wrist. He noticed the contrast in the color of their skin and size of their bodies. He shivered at the rush of desire that flooded his body.
“Because I don’t want any other fucking man to see you like this, that’s why,” he growled out the words, bending his head to capture her lips in a kiss so damn hot it threatened to burn higher and hotter than the flames of hell. It wasn’t a hard kiss; though heaven help him, it was taking all his control not to inhale her lush lips and sweet mouth. He brushed his mouth over hers, tasting her top lip, and then her bottom one. Kissing the corners of her mouth, coaxing her to kiss him back. To open
She leaned forward and checked her make-up, smiling as her cleavage was even more thoroughly displayed. She’d have to remember to do that more tonight. She’d gone a little bolder than normal with her make-up tonight. The almost navy eye shadow and black mascara she wore made her eyes look smoky. She’d carefully outlined her lips with a subtle red that matched her dress. Same with her fingernails and toenails. The dress was sleeveless, another brave move on her part since she was always self-conscious about her arms.
Tonight she’d dusted some sparkling fairy dust along her throat and down between her breasts. It had been a present from Rachel last Christmas. Legend had it that it made you irresistible to the man who loved you. Did it work if it was only a horny demon after your body?
At this point, it didn’t matter to Clementine. Well, it did. She really loved Remington, had almost since the moment his mother had introduced them a year ago. But, she’d seen that flash from the future. Him watching as she walked down the aisle to marry another man. She’d realized long ago, one couldn’t change your destiny.
“You about ready in there?” Clementine jumped at the sound of Remington’s voice outside the bathroom door. She took a deep breath and smoothed her hands down the side of her dress one more time, the feel of the fabric giving her confidence a much-needed boost.
“I’m ready.” As I’ll ever be , she whispered to herself.
Remington staggered backward as Clementi opened the bathroom door and stepped into his bedroom. Again, a flash of light seemed to embrace her, flaring out around her. She stepped forward and closed the door behind her and the light disappeared.
He cleared his throat, his eyes roaming over her. Damn, she was fucking beautiful. Inside his demon started to pant, the sexual tension rising inside him until he felt his entire body tauten with need. Need for this woman.
Ours.
The word whispered through Remington’s mind.
Ours.
No, no, no, he shook his head. Not ours.
He saw Clementine’s lips begin to tremble, and he knew immediately she thought the negative shake of his head had been aimed at her. Or more precisely, her appearance. Knowing he had to make it up to her, the words started tumbling out of his unguarded mouth.
“Damn, you’re beautiful.”
His expression, if not his words, apparently reassured her. A little.
“You really think so?” She tugged self-consciously at the hem of her dress that barely managed to cover all the essential parts. The length made him growl low in his throat. If she so much as moved the wrong way…
When she started to draw back, this time because of the growl, his hand shot forward, drawing her to him. “Yes. Yes, I really think so.”
His hand cupped her jaw, tilting her head up so she was forced to look into his eyes. He knew what she’d see. Those gold flames he couldn’t hide when his demon was out. When he was angry, or aroused. Right now he realized he was angry that he was aroused. Or was he angry he was aroused and couldn’t do anything about it?
“This has to be the most fucking ridiculous plan I’ve ever agreed to,” he breathed against her face.
“Why?” One of her small, creamy white hands came up and gripped his wrist. He noticed the contrast in the color of their skin and size of their bodies. He shivered at the rush of desire that flooded his body.
“Because I don’t want any other fucking man to see you like this, that’s why,” he growled out the words, bending his head to capture her lips in a kiss so damn hot it threatened to burn higher and hotter than the flames of hell. It wasn’t a hard kiss; though heaven help him, it was taking all his control not to inhale her lush lips and sweet mouth. He brushed his mouth over hers, tasting her top lip, and then her bottom one. Kissing the corners of her mouth, coaxing her to kiss him back. To open
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