no doubt about that. The people I met were charming, friendly, and gregarious. I’m in the security business, so naturally I researched Trinidad before going there. Your crime rate, for the size of the country—I’m including Tobago as well—is abnormally high. There were over 400 violent murders last year.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, her sultry mouth flattened, and her throat worked.
In that instant, he knew. The careful way she held herself still, the intense concentration on inhaling and exhaling, and the lone tear running down one cheek.
“Someone you cared about was part of that 400 statistic.” He moved over to stand beside her.
“Besides our high murder rate, we also have an epidemic of kidnappings and home invasions. My parents’ home was invaded. They were butchered. And I chose that word deliberately. There’s—there was only me and my brother. I was in Europe on a hiking vacation. My brother had to identify Mom and Dad.” She scrunched the lettuce so hard the head snapped in two. For a second, she stared bleakly at the ravaged romaine and then dropped the halves onto the island counter. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this. Sorry. Let’s talk about something else.”
He twirled her around and framed her face. “Talk to me. Finish telling me this unspeakably tragic event. Get it out of your system.”
“That’s what the shrinks keep telling me. That I have to talk about it. I’m tired of talking about it. Tired of thinking about it. Tired of imagining their last moments. Tired of not having had closure. Martin, my brother, told me I was lucky not to have seen what was left of them.” She fisted her hand and smacked the side of her head.
“Hey, hey.” He captured both her wrists. “Look at me.”
The command in his voice couldn’t be refused. She met his stare.
“I’m so, so sorry. I’m acting like a hysterical idiot. You know, when you opened the door tonight, for the first time in forever, I felt like a normal woman. My first thought was I want to jump his bones. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve even looked twice at a man?”
Hell. They even had the same asexual crap going on. “Since you got the news about your parents. It’s part of the grieving process.”
That stopped her stat. She raked his features. “You lost someone too.”
“Yeah. So, where do we go from here?” Satan knew the answer he wanted with a fervid desperation.
“Let’s have monkey sex for the next four days. Monkey sex and fun.”
“It’s your first Christmas without your family, isn’t it?” He hurt for her.
Satan had voluntarily enlisted and knew when he earned his trident that he would face atrocities of the lowest kind. Angelica didn’t deserve this level of heartache and pain. She wanted monkey sex and fun. Damned, but he’d give her both.
“Yes. And I don’t want to be alone.”
“You won’t be. Monkey sex and fun. Done deal, darlin’.” He slanted his mouth over hers and took them to that place where nothing mattered but their tongues and fused lips slipping and sliding over one another’s and searing them with passion.
She snatched his T-shirt and went up on tiptoes to better devour him, licking and swirling into his mouth. His cock leaked precum when she bit the tip of his tongue. He shuddered, cupped her backside, and ground his boner against her mound.
She moaned his name and grabbed his ass.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Sometime later the beep actually registered in Satan’s ears. He forced his mouth away from hers, held her close until she lifted her lids, and just about drowned in her lust-glazed eyes. She blinked, grinned, and shot a glance at the stove. “How long’s that timer been going off?”
Chapter Four
Satan shrugged and looked at the stove’s digital display. “About five minutes. While I admit to being food hungry, my mouth’s watering at the mere notion of licking your pussy, and once I start, I’m not stopping until you beg for