Cinn groaned as she moved away from Dacian and swung her feet to the floor. “I can’t believe this. What happened to your suggestion that everyone stay away?”

“I guess it doesn’t work with lovesick demons.” He wanted to unscrew Wade’s head like a lid from a jar. He and Cinn needed some coming-back-to-earth time.

More pounding convinced Dacian that Wade wasn’t about to give up. Resigned, he rose and pulled on his clothes. Once Cinn was dressed, he went to let the pain in the ass in.

Chapter Ten

Cinn moved in slow motion while her brain broke all kinds of speed limits. Any minute now the brain police would pull her over and ticket her. At least that was how it felt. She watched Dacian open the door, but all she could think about was the sensation of him sliding into her, filling her, and driving her to a screaming climax. Wow. Just wow.

Wade stepped into the greenhouse. He carried something. She wasn’t interested. All she wanted was to revisit the feel of Dacian’s muscles flexing and bunching beneath her fingers, his mouth on her breasts, between her thighs.

“You won’t believe what I brought for you, Cinn.”

Unfortunately, she would. She tried to concentrate. “You need to stop doing things for me, Wade.” She smiled, but she was sure it lacked a certain authenticity.

“Nothing’s too good for my new favorite fishing buddy.”

Cinn allowed herself a silent groan. A quick glance at Dacian showed him torn between a scowl and laughter.

“I’ll get seasick before the boat even leaves the dock. And I’ve never fished in my life. I won’t make much of a fishing buddy.” Not that she thought her argument would discourage him.

“I’ll teach you. It’ll be fun.”

Cinn had her doubts. She desperately tried to dive back into her most recent memories of Dacian’s bare body sliding across hers, the way her nipples had grown so sensitive that his touch was almost a pleasure-pain thing. She’d never thought she’d enjoy that.

“Here, let me show you what I bought for you so you could get started.”

No. She didn’t want to look. But she didn’t have it in her to be rude, so she moved closer to see what he had.

“This is a G. Loomis tackle box.” He waited for her reaction.

She made appropriate noises of awe before trying to refuse his gift in a way that wouldn’t hurt his feelings. “Look, I appreciate your thoughtfulness, Wade, but I really can’t accept this. I mean, we just met, and I don’t want you spending your money on stuff for me. We can be friends without you…” Her words died as she watched his expression change.

Eyes all red and glowing. Lips drawn back from surprisingly sharp teeth. Total effect? Seriously upset demon.