“Neither is the company,” I muttered under my breath.
Lexi kicked me from under the table, and I narrowed my eyes at her.
Chase’s laugh was deep and rich beside me.
“You wound me.” Emma’s lips curved into a faint smile. “And to think I thought we had put all that crap behind us when I saved your ass.”
It was sort of nice having the old Emma back, the one I was accustomed to. This one I understood. “Looks like someone got lucky last night. You’re awful chipper and chatty,” I shot back.
“Speaking of getting lucky, have you two…?” She made an obscene gesture with her hand.
Chase coughed, covering a grin.
I flushed to my roots. “I’m glad to know everyone is so interested in my sex life.”
Kailyn and Brandy chose that moment to sit down at our table. “Thank God someone is having sex, because I’ve hit a dry spell,” Kailyn informed.
TMI.
“Tell me about it,” Brandy piped in. “I’m tired of these boys. We are in desperate need of some fresh meat. I can’t wait for college.”
College. We were almost halfway through senior year, and I still hadn’t decided what I was going to do. Procrastination at its finest.
Lexi’s aqua eyes brightened. “I plan on majoring in frat boys.”
Everyone at the table laughed except for Chase. He was scowling.
***
While everyone else was interested in my sex life, I was only interested in having a sex life.
I deepened the kiss, unsatisfied with innocent smooching. We were alone. In his bed. I hated to waste the opportunity. I pushed harder. He made a purring noise in the back of his throat and flipped me under him.
Sharp need punched through me as he slid down my body. I marveled at the sensations that engulfed me from head to toe. It was magic and mist, romance and desire. There was hunger in the way he kissed, but he was gentle, such a contradiction to the demon that lived within. When the two blended together it was a potent combination. Sweetness and danger. Heaven and Hell. Silver and gold. He could make me tremble with the slightest brush of his lips, or send me up in flames as he sucked my lip.
I never knew which side I was going to get, and that was part of the allure, part of the excitement of being with Chase. His firm buttocks weren’t bad either.
With feather softness, he smoothed the pad of his thumb over the slant in my cheek.
Holy hot pitchforks.
There was so much chemistry swirling in the room it was combustible. Boom. We were going to fry the ancient electric in his old house.
This was what I wanted, what I needed. To lose myself in Chase. In his lips. In our needs. Adept fingers snapped the button on my jeans in one shot, and he was wiggling them over my hip. I didn’t hesitate to lend him a helping hand. The quicker I shed my the clothes, the quicker we—
Out of nowhere, he broke off the kiss and sprang away from me. I groaned in protest, trying to tug him back down on the bed.
He wouldn’t budge and actually put more distance between us, like across the room.
My attitude turned sour. “God, you are turning into douchebag tease.” I was rockin’ some seriously tousled hair as I caught a quick glimpse of myself in the mirror.
Not that Chase cared; he was throwing his shirt back over his head with a fierce frown on his swollen lips.
Dear God, they looked even more scrumptious after being thoroughly devoured by moi.
Stunned speechless, I watched as he grabbed the handle to his bedroom door.
Oh no he didn’t.
But he did. The assmunch walked right through the door without so much as a backward glance at his half-naked girlfriend.
I was going to turn green and go Hulk on his ass. “Where are you going?” I yelled, whipping into action. Hopping toward the door, I tugged my jeans back into place. My bra was somewhere on the floor, but in a time like this, support for the girls was the least of my worries.
What the hell? What now?
I followed him down the stairs.
“Chase,” I pleaded, placing a hand on his shoulder. The mark at my hip began to prickle like tiny needles. He gripped the banister, and I watched him struggle. “I’m being summoned,” he said clearly displeased.
And then he was off again. I’d never seen anything like it. A chill raced down my spine accompanying the tingling tattoo. “Summoned?” I echoed. “By who?” I raced to catch up with him before he decided to leave me eating his dust. Was he joking? No one ever said anything about half-demons being summoned. I was so confused.
“Hell,” he rumbled.
“What? They can do that?”
“Apparently,” he replied dryly.
My mind raced. “Can’t you just say no?”
Ripping open the front door, an east wind blew past him, hitting me. “Angel Eyes, if it was that easy, don’t you think I would?”
Okay. Fine. That was a great argument. I had nothing.