Omens (The Dark in You #6) - Suzanne Wright Page 0,69
her face. “You take care of yourself.”
She saluted him. “Will do.”
Snorting, he let her go. Only then did Keenan’s demon stop pacing. Teague shot him a narrow-eyed look as he passed. Like Keenan could give a fuck.
Khloé sighed. “I want a donut.”
Keenan blinked. She could be so random, but he found he liked that. He held out his hand. “Then let’s go get you a donut. After that, we’ll have dinner.”
“Where?” she asked, taking his hand.
“Wherever you want to go.”
*
Meandering around Keenan’s living room later on, Khloé said, “I just knew your place would be swanky.” It was all style and luxury with the elegant décor, the quality furnishings, the ridiculously wide TV, and the high windows that provided a truly great view. The layout seemed very similar to Tanner’s apartment. Oh, how the other half lived.
Standing near the doorway, Keenan frowned. “Swanky? Is that a compliment, or a criticism?”
“Neither. Simply an observation. I like it.” It wasn’t the stylishness that gave it her tick of approval, though, it was the cleanliness. That ticked Khloé’s acceptability box.
“Then why are you making that face?”
“I’m just surprised that you don’t have any antiques. I mean, you’ve been on this earth a long time. I figured you’d have kept some pieces of furniture.”
“I never developed an attachment to any of it.”
She got the sense that Keenan rarely developed attachments to anything or anyone. Knox owned quite a few antiques which, according to Harper, he’d collected over the centuries. But the male Prime was a demon who liked to own and possess things.
“How many rooms do you have?” she asked.
Stalking toward her, Keenan replied, “Aside from this one, there’s the kitchen/dining area, the master bedroom, the office, the workout room, and the spare bedroom.” He tilted his head. “Want a drink?”
A little bloated from the ethnic meal they’d just eaten at the Underground, she said, “Nah, I’m good.”
He curled his arms around her and drew her close, his steel-blue gaze snaring her. “I’ve wanted to get you alone all day. Wanted to bring you here so I could fuck you in my bed.”
She’d never known anyone who made such bold, direct eye-contact. Keenan didn’t just look at you, he stared right into your eyes with a laser-focus that made you feel the center of his world.
She would have thought that being the focal point of such intense attention would make her uncomfortable. But to have someone look at you as if, in that moment, they found you the only person worth their notice … it was a heady thing. “Is that so?”
“Yes, it is so. I’ve lay in my bed many times, jacking off to the thought of you.”
“Now I feel bad.”
“Why?”
“Because you only had your hand to make you come. When I got myself off thinking of you, I had my vibrator.”
Keenan froze as all kinds of explicit images exploded through his brain and made his cock throb. He felt her wicked smile in his balls. The little minx knew exactly what she was doing to him.
“It’s not nice to tease me that way.” He scraped his teeth over her lower lip, liking her little gasp. “You’ll have to introduce me to your vibrator. We can have some fun with it.”
“Not sure if—”
The intercom beeped, and he inwardly sighed. If that was one of the sentinels needing his help with something, he was going to be pissed.
Keenan dabbed a kiss on one corner of her mouth. “Just give me a sec.” He crossed to the small screen near his front door that showed who was on the doorstep of the building. An unfamiliar female stood there, looking edgy as hell. Curiosity alone made him push the “speak” button and ask, “Yes?”
“It’s me. Thea,” she added, lowering her voice. “Can I come in?”
Anger spiked through Keenan, and his demon spat a curse. If he was looking at someone on a photograph or video feed, he couldn’t see through their glamor. It hadn’t occurred to him that it could be her; that she would actually come to his building again.
She had some fucking front to turn up here and expect him to welcome her inside. Those days were long gone. “No,” he said. “You need to leave.”
Her face fell. “Please? I just want to talk. I won’t stay long.”
“No. Leave.” He turned away from the screen and headed back to Khloé. The intercom beeped again, but he ignored it. He rested a possessive hand on her hip, not liking the blank look on her face.