by Kresley Cole
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The front of the truck dove down. Water poured into the cab. Mud, lily pads, and several crayfish were scooped up as though with a net. The engine roared with effort as they chugged through to the other side.
Back on semisolid ground, Cadeon shook his hair out like a beast. "I can't fuckin' believe we just made that!"
Holly dragged her soaked hair from her eyes, then swiped the end of the shirtsleeve over her wet face, clearing the spattering of blood from earlier.
He grinned at her. She gaped at him.
Headlights on their trail again. Those vampires were dogged. They must think that the demons had already had their way with her. They couldn't risk that all good or all evil would be in the form of a demon. "Bugger me. "
She shrieked again.
"The language? Is that it? 'Cause - "
Like a shot, Holly launched herself into his lap, whimpering.
He swallowed, intensely aware that she had her knees spread over his groin and wore nothing under the shirt. At any other time, he'd be loving their position, might have manufactured a scenario to get her just like this. But he could barely see around her bobbing head.
"It's only crayfish!"
"N-no, not only - "
The truck dived sharply into a gulch before rearing up. Then down into another and another. Cade grabbed for her waist; she listed to the side. "Watch your knee with the goolies, pet - "
He'd cupped her between her thighs.
As he felt her soft flesh, giving and hot again his palm, he growled low. The engine was clamoring, the truck bouncing, and they still met eyes. Hers grew wide as she shoved his hand away. But she still didn't get off him. "Not only crayfish!" she cried.
"Then what is it?" he snapped.
"Th-that!" She pointed down to the sloshing pool of water covering the floorboard.
