Demon Tempted (Karmic Lust) by Nikki Prince Read Free Book Online Page B

seriously, I wanted to do it. Take the drink. I don’t bite unless asked.”
    The more she looked in his eyes, the more she forgot what she was looking for and why she was there. She shivered, raised her glass to her lips and drank a bit of courage.
    “My date will be here soon.”
    “So you said and the time keeps ticking by. My name is Oz, and you are?” Why did it feel like he already knew the answer to that question?
    “My name is Eva.”
    “Eva … what a beautiful name you have. I am a lover of names myself, and I know what your name means.”
    “Oh, do tell.” She’d play dumb. She knew exactly what her name meant, but she wanted to see if he was all talk or if he really did know.
    “It means giver of life.”
    He’d hit the bull’s eye. So he wasn’t all talk, but he was a player who played the game well.
    “You’re right. Wow, and here I thought you were just trying to come on to me.”
    “Who says I’m not?” he countered.
    His voice was as smooth as butter melting on toast, and she found she was drawn to him. Though always in the back of her mind she thought of Clay and what he would think about the whole situation. Just as she was about to say something, she felt a touch on her shoulder and turned to see the object of her thoughts standing there.
    “Hey baby, sorry I’m late. Mind introducing me to your friend?” Clay sat on her opposite side, so she was sitting between two very virile males. She looked at one and then the other.
    Oz leaned back with a lazy grin on his lips. “Yes, please introduce us.”
    “Clay, this is Oz. I just met Oz sitting here waiting for you. He was kind enough to give me another drink and keep me company.” There was so much testosterone at the table one could cut it with a knife. She placed her hand on Clay’s thigh under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze. That seemed to calm him if but for a moment.
    Oz was the first to move, and he reached over and held his hand out. Eva waited with bated breath to see if Clay would take his hand. She let that breath go when Clay shook the other man’s hand. The handshake seemed to go on longer than it should with Oz yet again making the first move of letting go of Clay’s hand and lounging back in his seat. Shit! Is he really just going to continue to sit here?
    Clay stood and held his hand out for Eva. “Pardon us, Oz. I’m going to dance with my woman. Come on, Hermosa, I promised you a dance.”
    She took his hand and moved away from the table. She and Clay looked back to see Oz smirking and raising his glass in salute.
    “Okay, Clay, what was that bit of cock holding going on over there?”
    He’d pulled her onto the dance floor, bringing her close for the slow music that played. He didn’t say anything for a moment, so she laid her head on his shoulder as she let the melody take over.
    “Just making sure he knows you’re my woman.”
    She pulled back to gawk at him. “Your woman? I didn’t think you were into such caveman antics, Clay.”
    “So tell me, what’s the difference between me holding the jealous card and not you? I didn’t think you had a monopoly on that.”
    Those words effectively put her in her place, and she laid her head back on his shoulder. Clay was jealous. It sort of gave her that warm and fuzzy feeling inside, but she wasn’t sure she liked that one bit. Though to turn the tables on him and let him be the simpering fool? That had merit. She gave a soft snicker.
    “That laugh doesn’t bode well for me. Do tell me what you’re laughing about.”
    “Now what fun would that be?”
    “Your friend has finally left our table.” She peeked over Clay’s shoulder and saw that Oz was indeed gone. The sigh she gave was one of relief.
    She turned back around and nuzzled his neck, breathing in the scent that was purely Clay. He always smelled so earthy and masculine.
    “What was the holdup?”
    “Holdup?” Clay asked.
    “Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I’m talking about.