A Teaser.

Here’s a short teaser from THE DEVIL INSIDE to get you in the mood for the weekend. At this point in the story Caleb still thinks his date’s name is Tina, but it’s really a weird case of mistaken identity.

“You don’t like getting close to people?” Caleb watched as Tina strolled to the end of the table and lined up her shot ont he pool table.

She bent over at the waist and he got an eyeful of plump womanly flesh cupped lovingly in fire engine red satin. “I love getting close to the right people,” she said in a husky voice.

Swallowing hard, he dragged his gaze from her cleavage to her delicate face. The devilish glint in her dark eyes left no doubt in his mind that he could be one of the lucky ones. One of the people she might get real close to.

Unsure of how to handle such blatant flirting, he focused his attention on the pool table, and mentioned his love for his own work. Flirting was one of those things he just never got get the hang of. It was too much of an iffy thing, a grey area that was always open to interpretation. He preferred to deal in things that were solid … black and white only.

Tina’s lips twitched up on one side but she didn’t say anything, she just let the conversation move on, and continued to kick his ass at pool.

It wasn’t surprising she was winning. Watching her bend and stretch over the green felt that somehow reminded him of his bed was much more distracting than playing with one of the guys. Yet he felt like he was getting to know her better than he ever could while sitting across from her at a dinner table.

“So you enjoy working with your hands then?” she asked in reference to his comment about preferring to work with his crew instead of just supervising. The comment itself wasn’t sexual. But to his fogged brain, everything she said and did had sexual connotations. He was having a hard time being the gentleman he prided himself on being.

Thoughts of getting to know her better in any but the physical sense disappeared as she stretched a bit further to line up another shot and her skirt rose another inch. Half an inch more and he’d know what color her panties were. Or if she even had any on. Which he didn’t think she did.

In his mind’s-eye, he undid the zipper of his jeans and stepped up behind her. Lifting her skirt that final bit, he’d thrust into her from behind. She would grip the edge of the pool table and push back against him. No one would even notice if they were quiet.

Ungluing his gaze from her legs, and the temptation they represented, he shifted his stance. He glanced around the bar in an effort to distract his mind and keep his zipper from splitting.

What’s going on? He’d never had a problem with control before. Somehow, Tina’s body called out to the caveman in him, and his baser urges were fast erasing his common sense. Along with his ability to hold a decent conversation. What had they been talking about?

He watched the cue stick slid through her purple tipped fingers and bit back a groan. Hands, she’d asked if he liked to work with his hands.

“Yeah,” he tried desperately to get his mind back on topic. “There are few things as satisfying as looking at a completed project, and knowing you built it with your own two hands.”

He’d never fantasized about sex in public before. Hell, he’d never even had sex anywhere other than a bed. He and his brother had been raised to treat women like ladies. He wined and dined them if he wanted to get to know them. And unlike his brother Gabriel, he always got to know them before going to bed with them.

A lightning bolt of realization hit him between the eyes and he groaned softly. His head fell back, thunking against the wall, and his eyes slid closed in misery.

He was a boring lover.

“What’s wrong?”

Her small hand burned through his shirt, leaving an imprint right over his pounding heart. He straightened up, praying that she couldn’t read his mind, and looked down at the sex kitten standing in front of him. A party girl his wild younger brother had set him up with. Did he really think he could please her?

She cocked her head to the side and studied him for a minute. A flame flickered to life in the depths of her dark eyes. Her full lips slowly tilted into a naughty smile. Without another word, she stepped closer, brushing her body against his, her breath dancing across his chin.

Regret fought with desire as her hand slid around his neck and she pulled his head closer to hers. She didn’t know what sort of a letdown she was setting herself up for. Her tongue darted out, and he watched it teasingly wet her lips before they pressed softly against his.

All thoughts ceased. She leaned her body against him fully and nudged his lips apart with the tip of her tongue. Determined to shake his insecurities, he dove into the kiss. Thrusting his hands into her silky hair, he gave into his lust.

He needed this. Needed to feel the hot eagerness of a woman against him, sighing in pleasure and wanting only him. Tongues tangled and heat burned through veins.

A deep groan formed in his chest and he tore his mouth away from her as she boldly rubbed against him. Burying his face in the curve of her neck, he nipped at the soft skin there. He tasted her flavor and let his hands roam greedily over her curves.

He spread his thighs, pulled her tight against him and felt her press against the ache of his confined cock. Unfortunately, the eager gyrating of her hips only encouraged him to lose control.

The abundance of her rounded ass filled his hands while he held her still and thrust against her soft warmth. Her sharp teeth nipped his earlobe just before he trailed his lips across her collarbone and down to the swell of her breasts. He couldn’t get enough.

Closer, he needed to get closer. Her clothing was in the way. He inhaled deeply of her sweet scent before nudging aside the hem of her shirt in search of bare flesh.

A distinct pain bit into his skull and his head was pulled back sharply.

“Down boy, we don’t want to get arrested now, do we?”

Tina’s husky voice brought him back to reality with a shudder. She was breathing as heavily as he was, and her fingers stroked soothingly through the hair at the nape of his neck. The hair she’d pulled to get him to back off.

A groan escaped from him and he closed his eyes against the truth of it. If she hadn’t stopped him he didn’t think he would’ve stopped. How was he ever going to make her pant and beg and call out his name, if he couldn’t even control himself in public?