Fear the Darkness
Page 19At last it was the call of a robin that jerked him out of his dangerous preoccupation with his beautiful companion. He swallowed a curse as he glanced toward the overgrown hedge, realizing his distraction had nearly allowed him to drive right past his lair.
“Stop.”
Caught off guard, Cassie stomped on the brake, nearly sending him through the windshield. Wisely, he reached over to shove the gearshift into park and switch off the key.
“Why are we stopping here?” she asked in confusion.
“My lair is just beyond the hedge.”
She grimaced. “It’s not a cave, is it?”
He gave a soft chuckle. “The house is hidden behind an illusion.”
“Oh.”
Crawling out of the vehicle, Caine was relieved to discover he was nearly healed. A shower, some food, and a few hours of sleep and he would be as good as new. He stretched, getting the kinks out of his muscles before moving around the hood of the Jeep and pulling open the driver’s door. Then, with one smooth motion, he was scooping Cassie out of the seat and cradling her against his naked chest.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“The hexes that guard the house are specifically cast to recognize me,” he warned, halting to place his hand flat against the hedge.
There was a silvery shimmer in the air that revealed a narrow opening that would be invisible to all but the most powerful demons.
He stepped past the magical barrier, halting to run a searching gaze over the large, wooden cabin set among the thick trees. It wasn’t nearly as large as many of his lairs, but the simple structure with the A-frame roof and large windows offered a panoramic view of the small pond in back and was fully equipped with every modern convenience as well as Internet service. There were also sturdy cells beneath the house to hold his prisoners and a dozen escape tunnels.
He continued up the stone pathway, pausing at the foot of the railed porch, placing his hand against the invisible barrier until it briefly parted to allow him to step through.
Cassie leaned her head back to send him a puzzled frown. “There are hexes around the house as well?”
“Yes.” He climbed the wide steps and skirted around the hot tub. “They’re particularly nasty, so don’t leave the porch unless I’m with you.”
“Wouldn’t it be easier to turn them off?”
He snorted, pulling open the glass door to enter the living room, which was spotlessly clean. The L-shaped room was paneled in a glossy cedar with an open-beamed ceiling and matching wood floors. A huge stone fireplace consumed one wall and at the back of the room was a staircase leading to the open loft above. Traditional leather furnishings were scattered over the handwoven rugs and priceless Turner oil paintings were framed on the walls instead of the usual mounted animal heads.
“I could also send an engraved invitation to every demon hunting you and request them to creep up on us while we sleep, but I’d rather not,” he said, crossing the room to enter the kitchen.
He set her on a stool next to the breakfast bar and folded his arms over his chest. “No, that’s something we need to discuss.”
She wrinkled her nose, no doubt sensing what he was going to say. “Dinner first.”
“Cassie . . .”
“Or we could shower,” she interrupted, the wicked invitation in her eyes making him hard in an instance. “The last one was fun.”
“Shit.” He turned to yank the frilly apron off the peg near the stove and wrapped it around his waist to cover his thickening erection. “Are all females born knowing how to manipulate men?”
She batted her lashes. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Convenient.”
Her dimples flashed, stealing any ability for him to be annoyed. “I truly am hungry.”
“Fine. Let me check the pantry.” He conceded defeat. Or maybe he was just as reluctant as Cassie to discuss what had to come next, he acknowledged as he entered the large pantry and opened the stand-up freezer. He reached for the nearest box. “Pizza?” he called out.
“Sure.”
He returned to the kitchen, pulling the pizza out of the box. “I’ll get this in the oven, if you’ll set the table.” He slid the pizza on a cooking tray and popped it in the oven. “The plates are in the cabinet over the sink and the cutlery is in the drawer near the fridge.”
He was choosing a bottle of wine from the rack on the marble-top counter when he heard her give a choked laugh. Turning, he discovered she’d pulled open the wrong drawer to reveal the skimpy aprons, maid’s uniforms, and edible panties that his playmates enjoyed.
“Do you keep all you lairs so well stocked?” she asked with an overly innocent smile.
He moved to shove the drawer shut and yanked open another to pull out two forks and the corkscrew. “Some better than others,” he muttered.
She laughed, moving to collect the plates, and placed them on the breakfast bar along with linen napkins. Then, ignoring his warning growl, she moved to peer into the oven.
“Mmmm.” She sucked in a deep breath. “It looks odd but it smells yummy.”In the process of pouring the wine, Caine glanced toward his companion in surprise. “You’ve never had pizza?”
She smiled, moving to stand in front of him, her hands boldly exploring the bare width of his chest. “There are a lot of things I’ve never tried,” she reminded him, her fingers circling his beaded nipples.
She took the glass he offered, sniffing it with a frown. “What is it?”
“A very fine Château Margaux,” he explained, sipping the delicate bouquet with the appreciation of a true connoisseur.
Cassie hesitated, watching his obvious enjoyment. Then, taking a reluctant sip, she grimaced as if he’d shoved a lemon down her throat.
“Bleck.”
“Bleck?” He lifted his brows in amusement. “It cost five hundred dollars a bottle.”
She wrinkled her nose. “It still is bleck.”
“I guess it’s an acquired taste.” He moved to gather an oven mitt to take the pizza from the oven, swiftly running a knife through it before returning to divvy up the slices.
“Why would you want to acquire a taste for something that costs a fortune?” Cassie asked as he settled on a stool next to her.
He shrugged. “Because it costs a fortune.”
“I may have just crawled out of a cave, but even I know that’s stupid.”
“Maybe.” He watched as she picked up a slice, studying the chunks of sausage and mushrooms. “Be careful, it’s hot.”
She leaned forward, taking a small bite as Caine watched. Her teeth sank into the cheese and sauce, her eyes closing in pleasure. “Mmmm.”
He chuckled, attacking his own food with gusto. He’d expended energy at an alarming rate. First to fight off the damned curs and then to heal his wounds. He needed serious calories to regain his full strength.
“I take it that the pizza meets with your approval?” he asked between bites.
She demolished her first slice and chewed her way through another. “Much better than the wine.”
“Wait until you taste my famous lava cake.”
“Lava?”
“Molten chocolate paradise.”
“Hold still.” He leaned sideways to brush his thumb over her lower lip. “You have cheese right . . .”
He forgot what he was going to say. Hell, he forgot how to think as the feel of her lush lip sent a blaze of heat through his body.
Dammit.
He’d struggled so hard to leash his driving lust for this female. He wanted to be noble. Chivalrous. Cassie was all that mattered, and he wanted to do what was right for her. Even if it meant denying what he desired with every breath, with every beat of his heart.
With every fiber of his being.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t get his body on board with the whole Dudley Do-Right plan. It wanted to knock the plates aside and take her right there on the breakfast bar.
Or against the fridge . . .
Or...
As if to add to his torment, Cassie parted her lips to suck his thumb into the warm wetness of her mouth. He jerked, feeling like he’d just been struck by lightning.
“Cassie, don’t,” he breathed.
She nibbled the tip of his thumb, her eyes darkening with a desire that pulsed deep inside him.
“Why not?”
Yeah, why not?
His entire body clenched in agony as he struggled to think past his painful erection.
A tug—just one little tug—and she’d been in his lap, her legs spread wide and her innocence his for the taking. ns class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">