He raised an eyebrow. "Funny. I didn't hear that part of the conversation."
Ball intercepted by the opposing team. "I called her before I went in the backyard. I needed a spell. She called me back to tell me she still had the necklace on. Will you take it off her?" Save!
"Next time stay put." He snatched the remote from her hand.
Man that was close. He had doubts about her, but the hope she could turn this situation around kept her from running from the house. Not to mention the thought of the Abyss kept her where she was.
The bed depressed when he slid in next to her. "By the way, you can't lie worth a damn."
"What?" Her brain froze as he climbed under the blankets, his thigh brushing against hers, silk against silk. The muscles on his chest flexed, causing her to lose her train of thought. His biceps were a legend in the making, his shoulders rounded with muscles that spoke of brute strength.
"Have you heard the expression keep your friends close and your enemies closer?"
She scooted away from him, suddenly feeling fragile. This is your chance. Make a move. "I've heard something like that."
He leaned toward her, his eyes glowing. "Looks like we are going to be getting damned close then, doesn't it? There is something different about you. I can see it in the way you act towards me, the fact you were willing to come back to this house with me. I can feel a surge in the power you contain."
She was screwed. She didn't respond to his statement about her surge in powers. If he thought them enemies, she had no chance whatsoever of overcoming him. He would be anticipating any move she might make, always on the defensive. That didn't bode well for her mission. She was supposed to gain his trust, not garner his suspicion. "What do you mean? We're not enemies." She flinched when her voice broke.
And damned if he didn't catch it.
She had to think of a way to take his mind off her little excursion.
And fast.
Asmodeus no longer saw humor in the situation. The witch was lying. He could sense it, and he could see it in her eyes and the way her hands shook.
Brianna found it necessary to lie to him, and he found it necessary to label her an enemy. This was
turning out to be a great working relationship.
Asmodeus leaned closer to her, until he could see the small freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose. "The hell we aren't. I guess you can call us friendly enemies at the moment. I may not know what you are about, but I do know—"
Brianna stopped him with a kiss. It took him so by surprise he returned her kiss without thought of consequences. The soft feel of her lips on his threatened to disarm his resolve. She was up to something, and he'd best remember that.
Her hand traveled up his chest, the soft caress enticing him until he stopped it with one of his own. Having regained his senses, he searched for her other hand, securing it by his side.
He couldn't recall the feeling of his last contact with his wife. The warmth she had provided had been lost, seared from his mind by the fires.
Brianna had an ulterior motive, of that he was sure. He'd seen the lies written on her face, in the innocent blinking of her eyes. She was a terrible liar.
But she was a damn good kisser, using her body as well as her mouth to seduce from him his acceptance.
He gave it without thought. The intimacy created between them was to him what food was to a starving man. He'd lived so long without passion, he couldn't let it go, no matter what strings came with it. His blood heated, his cock grew hard. He fought the mindless need his body craved. He wanted to give in and get lost in the pleasure she would provide.
She tried tugging her hands away from his, but he wouldn't give her that freedom.
"I'm not going to hurt you," she whispered against his lips.
Her voice brought him out of his desperate need. The woman contained powers, powers that seemed to intensify, and through her actions tonight should not be trusted. "I'm not going to give you the chance."
She was human, and natural law did not permit this intimacy.
He rolled her onto her back, pinning her hands above her head. For a second he could read the surge of fear that traveled across her face. She quickly replaced it with half-lowered lids, lips parted for his pleasure.
"When you performed the spell, what did you see?"
Forced innocence once again flooded her eyes, and he could tell his question took her by surprise. "I saw you in someone's living room."
He'd been afraid of that. So much for her insistence of not being a witch. It seemed her spells were second nature to her. "And?"
"That was it," she said breathlessly.