you want services that aren't included." She stood, heading for the bathroom. Over her shoulder, she said, "But best of luck with that bullet."
17
When Holly emerged from the bathroom, dressed and ready for the drive, he'd still been battling his hard-on, scarcely able to haul jeans over his aching shaft.
It was probably a good thing that she hadn't put her hand on it before - because by that point, a weak breeze would've instantaneously set him off.
He'd been so close that he'd even given up a drop of semen, which had never happened before, a maddening glimpse of what spilling his seed would feel like.
Even digging out that bullet by himself hadn't put a dent in his need. His kind required release multiple times a day, or they were more prone to go into a rage state. For her sake, he'd have to take matters in hand soon.
Now, to see her with pink cheeks, dressed for in her smart clothes...He raked his gaze over her, as ever finding her effortlessly sexy.
Her heels weren't stilettos, but the way the thin straps hugged her trim ankles was arousing to him. The mere sight of her pearls could pain him, because whenever she ran them against her lips, one of his favorite fantasies always assailed him - the one of her wearing nothing but pearls and him riding her so hard that the strand bounced about her neck.
And her skirt...When he'd watched her in the past, he hadn't understood why she would wear such conservative tops, then such provocative skirts. Yes, they went past her knees, but they also stretched so enticingly over her ass.
He'd finally figured it out. Holly didn't realize how those expensive materials molded over her generous curves.
Cade knew females liked to ask, "Does my ass look big in this?" But considering Holly as an example, he'd begun to suspect that women really couldn't determine what their asses looked like.
Oh, well. A question for the ages.
"Ready?" he asked.
She nodded, behaving as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened between them, while his balls were so blue he wondered if he'd ever get them back to rights.
If she wanted to act like she hadn't slowly licked her lips while her silver eyes were locked on his cock, he could play.
So, we pretend....
After he took the bags to the car, stuffing them in the trunk, he remembered to open her door for her - score one for the demon - but just when he was about to slide inside, she got out.
"Oh, no, no," she said, eyeing the floorboard on his side - which was full of wrappers and crushed cans of Red Bull. "We can't start the drive out this way."
"It's fine, Holls. I'll dump the trash at the next gas station."
But she'd already retrieved her antibacterial wipes and crossed to his side, shooing him away. Setting out the wipes for afterward, she bent over in front of him to clear out the floorboard.
And he had to shuffle his feet wide to keep from falling over.
The skirt was so tight, he could discern she was definitely wearing one of those thongs. Mental note: Always leave trash on the floorboard.
When she'd been getting ready earlier, he'd had only enough time to do one of two things in private: contort naked, digging for the bullet, or take matters in hand with his hard-on. As he gaped at her skirt molding to her heart-shaped ass, he concluded he'd chosen poorly with the bullet.
He stifled a groan, beginning to pace back and forth.
A human male strolled by, then did a double take at her. The bastard's brows drew together with want.
Cade bared his teeth. Don't mangle the mortal! The human caught sight of him and wisely scurried away.
Once Holly had deposited everything in the hotel's trash bin, she used her wipes to eradicate innocent microorganisms.
"Are we ready, pet?" His voice was so hoarse it made her frown.
"What's wrong with your voice? Are you getting sick?"
He heard her asking the question, but his attention was already distracted. The evening was chilly, and her nipples were stiff under the beige sweater she wore. He absently answered, "Immortals never get sick."
She caught the direction of his stare, and her lips thinned. "Must you?"
I must. "First day in the new bra, yeah?"
As if calling on some inner well of reserve, she said in a long-suffering tone, "Yes, Cadeon, it is...."
When they'd gotten on the road, she asked, "So tell me about the checkpoint. Who's this Imatra woman? Do