Lia Davis

When he reached his own room again, he found Khloe curled up on his bed, asleep. He stood over her, watching her sleep peacefully for a few moments before taking a deep breath and moving to the other side of the bed. He sat down on top of the covers next to her and watched the rise and fall of her chest as she slept. He withdrew a leather bond journal from the nightstand drawer and tried to push Hecate__ words from his mind.Khloe is yours to deal with.

They took form in a bedroom, Khloe realized with a scowl. He noticed and gave her a sideways grin. Arrogant ass. Laugh it up, demon.

She sagged against the wall, finding it hard to breathe. It wasn__ from fear. Gods, she hadn__ been that turned on in years. If that was her punishment, she was going to be lippy a little more often

She was the one person he__ hoped to avoid as much as possible when he__ taken his place as Sheriff of Maxville. It wasn__ that he disliked her, that was the problem. Despite his better judgment and a glutton for punishment, he still cared too damn much for the woman.

He had golden-brown hair, the most vivid baby-blue eyes, and a body that belonged on the cover of Men__ Health magazine. Her gaze roamed over his broad shoulders and down his chest.

Are you always so mistrusting?_ he said, lifting a brow.__hen my escort is a demon, yes.

Hands on hips, she cast him a narrowed-eye gaze. __ove.___ou__e not leaving.___nd you__e not stopping me.

His hand came out and captured her by the chin. She froze, finding it hard to breathe as he gently raised her face to meet his gaze.

His power reached out to her like physical touch of a lover, sending tingles over her skin. His sculptured body moved in a sensual, yet deadly manner. Her hands itched to touch him, to feel his warm skin under her palms. She closed her eyes to stop the urge to go to him, shivered, and cursed her body for responding to him.

Her blond hair hung loose, cascading around her shoulders, and stopping over her breasts. She turned toward him, violet eyes meeting his gaze. For a moment, he lost all coherent thought.

You like playing with fire?___es. It is my favorite element._ She extracted her arm from his grip and stepped inside the elevator

His hand cupped her cheek as he lowered his head to hers. Just before their lips touched, a light knock sounded on the door.

A sudden intake of breath escaped her as soon as his lips touched the backs of her fingers. His rose birthmark tingled as if awakened.

The slam of a car door drew her attention to a new arrival. Maxville Deputy Sheriff Zach Manus emerged from his unmarked 2011 Camaro and stalked toward them. Deep sorrow and anger laced across his handsome features. His light-brown hair stood a little more on end than normal. He stopped in front of them, his frown deepening and his golden-brown eyes darkening.

He made a sound close to a growl before speaking. __hy do you resist my assistance?__he stopped walking and faced him. __ecause I don't like you.

He raised his hand to brush a stray hair from her face. Instead of dropping his hand, he slid it behind her neck and drew her closer. His earthy pine scent enveloped her. When his lips touched hers, she lost any hope of control.

He hissed and rocked his hips into her. __ou like to bite?_____ a cat, aren__ I?

Yeah_hey, you have a male here._ Shay walked toward the hall, sniffing the air. __nd he__ human. Way to go, Dani!