Bigfoots Don't Do Mini Coopers (Kate Storm Book 1) by Meredith Allen Conner

It’s something else, something I’ve never encountered before. A part of Ash, but also something more. Something with a will of its own.
    The markings pulled on me, tugged my hand down to his shoulder, forced my palm flat so that I touched as much of his skin as I possibly could .
    And it still wasn ’t enough.
    Even without the flames, Ash runs hot. His body temperature SEVERAL degrees higher than average. Both for the humans and the HC.
    His heat pressed into my palm like a sun kissed boulder. Seductive. Tempting.
    I stroked over his shoulder. The lines of his sin holding my hand down tight, trapping me in a way both commanding and unnecessary. I was right where I wanted to be.
    The plane of his shoulder was so large I had to circle three times before I covered the entire area. Caressing the smooth masculine skin so similar and yet so different from my own.
    I moved down over his pectoral, his muscles rippled under my touch as I traversed. Down, slowly down, until my thumb rested right above his nipple.
    Ash inhaled, sharp and quick.
    I stroked my thumb over the pebbled tip.
    He groaned.
    I knew he was very sensitive here. His big body shuddered. I didn’t have much time left.
    I lowered my head and licked him, tasting his warm smoky skin and filling my senses with him.
    “Kate.” He moaned.
    His chest expanded as he drew in a deep breath. I closed my lips over the smal l nub and sucked, drawing in as much of his nipple as I could.
    Ash shouted, his body arched, almost throwing me off then his muscles flexed. I heard the rip just as he gripped my head between his large hands.
    He pushed my head back, forcing me to let go. His nipple escaped with a wet pop . I opened my mouth to protest, but all that came out was a gasp as he gripped my blouse and ripped it in half.
    I didn ’t even have time for another gasp before he had my support bra undone. My breasts fell into his hands. He cupped them and electric tingles shot down my spine from the heat and his touch. From Ash.
    The warmth and callouses on his hands caressed my throbbing nipples. He turned his hands and used his thumbs and forefingers to pinch. Lightly. Then hard.
    I whimpered.
    He shifted his grip to my waist and lifted me to his mouth. Diabolical flames surrounded me. I arched into him. Wanting more. He immediately began to suck. Powerful draws that tugged and created an echoing clench and pull in my womb.
    I slid my hands under his leather bandana. It fell backwards  somewhere behind him. Running my fingers through his thick and silky black hair, I went right for the gravy spot. I gripped both of his grey horns.
    Ash stiffened. He uttered a deep and ragged moan.
    Demons love to have their horns stroked.
    I rolled my fingers over the smooth, shell-like surface. I could wrap my hands almost totally around the glossy knobs, and if I tugged up and then down, it flat out drove Ash crazy.
    He growled, the sound vibrating around my sensitive nipple.
    He twisted in my grip, releasing my nipple and turning his horns as I pumped up and down. His chest rose and fell like a marathon runner. I leaned down and licked one hard tip, swirling my tongue over and over.
    Ash’s head fell back. He yanked my hips flush over his and thrust up. His entire body went completely still. Heat pulsed between my legs as his cock thudded and plunged inside of his jeans. A long guttural growl erupted from his chest.
    His powerful arms curved around my back, pulling m e into his chest. Deliciously hard and smooth skin pressed against my breasts and I really wanted to rub against him like a cat in heat, but I knew better.
    I was already in trouble.
    Demons value power and control. It’s all they have in the demon realm.
    Ash does not like to lose control.
    I loved to watch that control fall away until there was nothing left but him in my arms.
    He turned his head, rubbed his cheek gently over my curls. Stroked my back. Inhaled deeply.
    Then snarled.
    His grip firmed and he flexed. Slowly