Opposition (Lux 5)

When he rose again, my body was shaking as our hips met. “Kat, God . . . I love you.”

There would never come a time when I’d grow tired of hearing those words or experiencing just how much he truly did love me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, raining kisses across his cheek, his lips, and when his control shattered, I went along with it.

I don’t know how long he moved while I was awash in a riot of sensations, but when I opened my eyes and his face was pressed against my neck, his brilliant light flickered over the ceiling.

A lazy, contented smile pulled at my lips as he lifted his head and placed a kiss to my damp temple, and I fell in love all over again. When he rolled onto his side, he tugged me right along with him, and I rested my head on his chest, listening to the rapid thrum of his heart matching the pace in my chest.

At some point, Daemon looked over his shoulder and cursed under his breath. “We have ten minutes before they show up.”

“Holy crap!” I shot up, smacking his chest.

He laughed as I scrambled off the bed. “Where are you going?”

“I need to shower.” I tugged my hair out of the ponytail and then twisted it high up. Hurrying around the bed, I shot him a look.

His gaze was trained way below my face. “You don’t need to shower.”

“Yes I do!” I threw open the bathroom door. “I smell like—like you!”

Daemon’s deep laugh followed me into the quickest shower I’d ever taken, which was surprising, because he hopped in and bathed like a total dude. Some soap here. Some soap there. That was all.

I hated boys.

There was enough time for me to grab the gift bag from my makeshift library of awesome books and run down the stairs before the front door rang.

Daemon slid past me, reaching the door as I placed the pink gift bag on the couch. He shot me a look. “You still smell like me.”

My mouth dropped open.

He threw open the door before I could shriek and run back upstairs. And I was sure I looked really weird, because our guests stood at the door, wearing identical WTF expressions.

Or else freaking Archer was peeping in my head.

His amethyst-colored eyes glimmered with amusement. “Maybe.” He drew the word out, and my eyes narrowed.

“You really need to stop doing that.” Dee brushed past him, her thick, curly hair trailing out behind her like a glossy high-def cape. “You know what he did yesterday?”

“Do I even want to know?” Daemon muttered.

Archer stepped in. “No.”

“Great.”

“We were at Olive Garden, and by the way, thank you for talking up the endless breadsticks crap, because I think we’ve eaten there like ten times this month, and I’m going to start smelling like garlic,” Dee went on, plopping in the recliner and tapping her ballet flats on the floor.

“I like their soup and salad,” he said, shrugging as he walked over to the armchair and sat down.

Daemon’s forehead wrinkled.

“Anyway,” Dee said. “I thought our waitress was checking him out. Like nonstop. Like I wasn’t even there.”

That was hard to imagine, treating Dee like she wasn’t there.

“So I was, you know, doing something normal,” she said.

“Normal?” Archer barked out a short laugh. “She was fantasizing running the poor waitress over with the car. Like in complete gory detail.”

One slender shoulder rose as she shrugged. “Like I said, you shouldn’t look into people’s thoughts and then complain about what you see.”

“I wasn’t necessarily complaining,” he said, leaning down so his mouth brushed the curve of her ear. “If I remember correctly, I’d told you that it was kind of hot and that it made me want—”

“All right,” Daemon shouted. “That is stuff I just don’t even want to think about.”

Dee frowned at her brother. “What? You think we don’t have wild—”

“Stop,” he warned, waving his hand. “Seriously. I barely like him as it is, so please don’t make me want to hurt him.”

“But I like you,” Archer replied.

Daemon shot him a look that would send most running in the opposite direction. “I really regret suggesting that Dee get a place here. I wouldn’t have done it if I knew that was an invite when it came to you.”

“Where I go,” Dee chirped, “he goes. We’re like a two-for-one special. Deal with it or get over it.”

My smile grew when Dee’s eyes, so much like her brothers’, met mine. It was another thing I thought about a lot. The “what ifs” of everything, like what if Dee hadn’t broken the hold the Luxen held over her. Would she have died in the fight or would she have survived, only to leave Earth or be hunted down?

Losing Dee, on top of what happened to my mother, was something I don’t think I ever would’ve gotten over. And Daemon? I didn’t want to even think about how he would’ve been affected. It would’ve broken him, almost had when Dee stood against us.

She glanced at the small pink bag as she tucked her hair back. “What’s in there?”

“Oh!” I snatched up the bag. “Something I had ordered.”

Daemon shrugged when Archer glanced at him. “I don’t know what it is. She hasn’t told me.”

Excited about my find, I reached inside the bag and held up the one-piece sleeper for their inspection. “What do you think?”

Daemon’s brows rose as he read the words in black block lettering. “Boyfriends Are Better in Books?”