mouth.
As she began to cup her breasts, she gazed up at the sky with heavy-lidded eyes. Above her the stars were feverish, the northern lights glimmering from violet to red and punctuated by her growing lightning. A dream.
Already, the pleasure was about to overwhelm her.
"Your nipples" - he sounded in pain - "pinch them."
As he set back in, she did, shocked by her own touch, arching her back sharply. More breeze, more stars, more insistent licks.
"Are you ready to come?"
"Yes!"
"Me, too," he rasped, then he sucked her clitoris between his lips.
She screamed, shooting upright as her orgasm ripped through her. He was licking, groaning, using lips, tongue, and teeth to wring more from her.
When he gave a harsh growl against her flesh, she knew he was about to come right after her. Even when she was finished, he continued his kiss, as if it heightened his own pleasure.
Once he was spent, he lay his head on her thigh, catching his breath.
Eventually, she sat up on her elbows.
After staring at her uncovered breasts with his brows drawn, he met her eyes. "Every five hundred miles?"
She shook her head. "Four twenty."
29
Laughing Lady Bridge,
Bloodwater River, Michigan
"This is the place. Pull over on the shoulder." Cadeon motioned for her to park beside a rock ridge just in front of the bridge.
Holly put it into neutral, engaged the parking brake, then surveyed the scene.
And she'd thought the Sandbar had been in the middle of nowhere.
For the last several hours, the Veyron had prowled along winding roads through fog-draped woods, ever downward to the Bloodwater basin. The area was mountainous, the roads seemingly etched through escarpments.
She and Cadeon had spoken little. He'd been quiet, lost in thought. She'd still been reeling from what they'd done. And what they might do in a hundred more miles...
He glanced at his new watch. "Twenty till midnight. We're early."
"Well, it's certainly atmospheric," she said.
Mist blanketed the river, trapped between the towering cliffs that bordered the water. It was so thick, she couldn't even see across the bridge - which looked as if it led straight into nothing....
Still, she was more excited than uneasy. This could be a real-live haunted bridge.
"I don't suppose it'd do any good to ask you to stay here?" he asked.
Getting out, she said, "None!"
"You seem in a fine mood."
"I'm wearing new clothes, new boots, a new jacket." She felt jauntier, younger.
"Do you really think it's the clothes that are affecting you so - or the three orgasms you enjoyed today?"
Well, there was that. Yet she tapped her chin as if pondering his question, then answered, "No, it's definitely the clothes," making him scowl.
They set out toward the bridge. The Laughing Lady used to be fully covered, but now parts of the wooden roof and siding had rotted in places, exposing the skeleton of trusses beneath.
That rusted iron groaned with each fog-stirring breeze.
When she spied the water, the tiny hairs on her nape rose. In the foggy moonlight, it looked exactly like blood.
After skirting the roadblock, they started across, with her avoiding the cracks between the boards. About twenty feet in, she glanced back, hesitating when she couldn't see the car.
"Stay closer, Holly."
She caught up with him. "Is the bridge...swaying?"
"Yeah. The deck gives a little, so it won't break. Here, hold my hand."
She raised her brows. "I'm getting an eighth grade vibe here. Taking the girl to the spooky place? So she'll be fwightened into necking with you? Am I getting warm?"
He gave her a smug grin. "After what we just did on the roof of the car, necking seems quaint, yeah? Besides, you want to hold my hand." He took hers in his. "Admit it."
Arrogant demon. "No...I don't." She withdrew it. "Just because we've been intimate doesn't mean I want to be affectionate with you." She needed to try to keep some distance between them. For all she knew, the next checkpoint could be another bar, with another demoness....
And Holly could finally admit to herself that catching him with the beautiful Imatra had...hurt. She often had to struggle not to picture them kissing.
Though Cadeon had been considerate at times, she knew that deep down he was still a cad.
"What we did changes nothing between us," she said. "I still have a boyfriend, and you still have your chits on your jock or however you view your conquests."
Well, that appeared to piss him off.
"And you count yourself among that number?" He snared her hand again.
"Why wouldn't I?" She pulled away, but he held her firm. Through gritted