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Beaumont prides himself on his kill record, but his life is upended when a feisty female challenges him to seduce her and steals his spirit-embedded stone. He’s on a quest to save his soul, yet this woman makes him harder than a rock, and for a guy who spends his days encased in granite, that’s saying something.
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“Quiet now. I won’t hurt you.” His whispered words caressed the back of Sadie’s ear, the deep timbre all too familiar. He was the gargoyle from last night, the one she’d stolen from.
“We need to talk about what you stole from me. If I release you, do you promise not to scream?” The rumble in his voice tracked from her sensitive ear all the way down her spine to her bottom, tickling her.
Fat chance, Mr. Muscles. She nodded in agreement.
He removed his hand from her mouth.
On a quick inhale, she started to scream.
Only to have him clamp his palm over her lips and muffle it. With a quick flick of his wrist, he turned her around, pinning one of her arms behind her back, the other trapped between their chests. If she wanted to, she could reach the scrub on his chin.
Hand still pressed to her mouth, he glared at her. “Merde. Somehow, I knew you wouldn’t cooperate. You really are a feisty little thing, aren’t you?”
Those dark brown eyes of his glowed with an eerie green iridescence. She was drawn to their unnatural beauty. He raised one eyebrow, the scar at the edge pulling taut, and when he smiled and revealed his dimples, she just about melted. He was a gorgeous, glorious, good-looking gargoyle, and she hated him for it.
Give him half a chance, he’d use her and abandon her. Forget that. She’d never let him get that close. Helpless in his grasp, she hated the control he had over her. If she could spit in his face, she would.
“Okay, we’re going for round two, pickpocket. When I remove my hand, don’t scream. You won’t like me much if you try that again.” He slowly removed his hand.
Sadie held her tongue for all of two seconds. “I don’t like you much now, and did you cuss at me in French?”
“Oui.” He chuckled, the sound rumbled from his chest into hers.
Against her will, her nipples tightened, hardening under her bra. His nose flared, and the brown of his eyes darkened. With a quick flick, his gaze travelled to her lips.
Oh God, it was if he sensed her arousal.
She drew her tongue over her bottom lip, moistening it.
A needful groan erupted from him, and his grip tightened, tugging her even closer. “All right thief, tell me, what did you do with my spark stone?”
“Spark stone?” Her mind reeled from all that masculine strength holding her tight. Hand trapped between them, she tapped on his chest with her little finger. It was the only digit that would reach. “You mean the one that was here?”
He wrapped his free hand around her nape, leaned down, and placed his forehead against hers. “Yes, that one.”
Lips mere inches from hers, his cool minty breath cascaded over her cheeks. A spark of sexual awareness awakened deep inside, and she had to fight the urge to press her mouth against his, find out if his lips were as hard, firm, and demanding as the rest of him.
Sadie swallowed, and a soft laugh eased from her. “So, it’s called a spark stone. That’s interesting.”
“The stone wasn’t yours for the taking. I want it back, miscreant.” He rubbed the back of her neck, teasing her with his gentle caress.
Before she could stop herself, she trailed her fingers over the fine hairs on his chin. “Of course you do, and by the way, I know what you’re trying to do.”
“Trying?” The glint in his eye made him all the more attractive.
She hated herself for noticing and glowered at him. “It’s not working. You are not seducing me.”
A short laugh erupted from him. “I’m not? Well, then, let me try a little harder. Do you have my stone, along with my wallet, in your pocket?” He tightened his grip on her hand pinned behind her back and pressed their combined grip against her bottom.
As their lower bodies pressed together, his erection dug into her abdomen. She inhaled a quick breath. Oh. My. God. The impressive length and breadth of him would make a girl either whimper and beg or sit up tall and sing the Star-Spangled Banner with full salute.
He smiled, and she focused on those delectable lips.
“Or perhaps my stone is—”
Unable to resist, she kissed him. His lips were warm and inviting, not hard like she’d imagined. He tensed for a moment, but his shock must’ve worn off for he took control. He adjusted the back of her head in his palm, giving him more access and licked her lips. As she opened to him, he tasted of mint and spices, the unique blend burning into her senses. His kiss turned from gentle to powerful, and she relished in his strength, his possession, his seemingly utter need.
Oh, damn, she could lose herself to a man like this if she wasn’t careful.
“We need to talk about what you stole from me. If I release you, do you promise not to scream?” The rumble in his voice tracked from her sensitive ear all the way down her spine to her bottom, tickling her.
Fat chance, Mr. Muscles. She nodded in agreement.
He removed his hand from her mouth.
On a quick inhale, she started to scream.
Only to have him clamp his palm over her lips and muffle it. With a quick flick of his wrist, he turned her around, pinning one of her arms behind her back, the other trapped between their chests. If she wanted to, she could reach the scrub on his chin.
Hand still pressed to her mouth, he glared at her. “Merde. Somehow, I knew you wouldn’t cooperate. You really are a feisty little thing, aren’t you?”
Those dark brown eyes of his glowed with an eerie green iridescence. She was drawn to their unnatural beauty. He raised one eyebrow, the scar at the edge pulling taut, and when he smiled and revealed his dimples, she just about melted. He was a gorgeous, glorious, good-looking gargoyle, and she hated him for it.
Give him half a chance, he’d use her and abandon her. Forget that. She’d never let him get that close. Helpless in his grasp, she hated the control he had over her. If she could spit in his face, she would.
“Okay, we’re going for round two, pickpocket. When I remove my hand, don’t scream. You won’t like me much if you try that again.” He slowly removed his hand.
Sadie held her tongue for all of two seconds. “I don’t like you much now, and did you cuss at me in French?”
“Oui.” He chuckled, the sound rumbled from his chest into hers.
Against her will, her nipples tightened, hardening under her bra. His nose flared, and the brown of his eyes darkened. With a quick flick, his gaze travelled to her lips.
Oh God, it was if he sensed her arousal.
She drew her tongue over her bottom lip, moistening it.
A needful groan erupted from him, and his grip tightened, tugging her even closer. “All right thief, tell me, what did you do with my spark stone?”
“Spark stone?” Her mind reeled from all that masculine strength holding her tight. Hand trapped between them, she tapped on his chest with her little finger. It was the only digit that would reach. “You mean the one that was here?”
He wrapped his free hand around her nape, leaned down, and placed his forehead against hers. “Yes, that one.”
Lips mere inches from hers, his cool minty breath cascaded over her cheeks. A spark of sexual awareness awakened deep inside, and she had to fight the urge to press her mouth against his, find out if his lips were as hard, firm, and demanding as the rest of him.
Sadie swallowed, and a soft laugh eased from her. “So, it’s called a spark stone. That’s interesting.”
“The stone wasn’t yours for the taking. I want it back, miscreant.” He rubbed the back of her neck, teasing her with his gentle caress.
Before she could stop herself, she trailed her fingers over the fine hairs on his chin. “Of course you do, and by the way, I know what you’re trying to do.”
“Trying?” The glint in his eye made him all the more attractive.
She hated herself for noticing and glowered at him. “It’s not working. You are not seducing me.”
A short laugh erupted from him. “I’m not? Well, then, let me try a little harder. Do you have my stone, along with my wallet, in your pocket?” He tightened his grip on her hand pinned behind her back and pressed their combined grip against her bottom.
As their lower bodies pressed together, his erection dug into her abdomen. She inhaled a quick breath. Oh. My. God. The impressive length and breadth of him would make a girl either whimper and beg or sit up tall and sing the Star-Spangled Banner with full salute.
He smiled, and she focused on those delectable lips.
“Or perhaps my stone is—”
Unable to resist, she kissed him. His lips were warm and inviting, not hard like she’d imagined. He tensed for a moment, but his shock must’ve worn off for he took control. He adjusted the back of her head in his palm, giving him more access and licked her lips. As she opened to him, he tasted of mint and spices, the unique blend burning into her senses. His kiss turned from gentle to powerful, and she relished in his strength, his possession, his seemingly utter need.
Oh, damn, she could lose herself to a man like this if she wasn’t careful.