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

and deliberately. He pulled me back, lowered his head until his nose met mine and all I could see were the heated swirls in his eyes.
    “ Kate. You have been a very bad witch.” His husky voice beckoned all of my soft, vulnerable parts. Both threatening and promising.
    My kind of demon.
    I smiled. Traced one finger over his lower lip, let my other fingers stroke softly over one horn. “I think I’m a very good witch.” Ash closed his eyes, shuddered. In a heartbeat they snapped back open.
    “ Very, very bad.”
    He shifted and lowered me to the seat. The leather shockingly cold to my skin. I yelped and arched up. He set one big hand just under my breasts and pushed me flat again.
    His hands went to my waist. “They’re snaps,” I got out before he could rip them. They all came undone in one loud pop .
    He shoved me along the seat until my head brushed the door. Ash reached under my hips and grabbed the waistband of my jeans, yanking them down to my knees. He flicked out a claw and sliced through my panties with two quick cuts.
    He growled again, this time more of a soft purr.
    I began to have doubts about taunting this particular demon.
    Ash shifted some more until he leaned on my jeans, holding them in place. He caught both my wrists and pressed them together over my stomach.
    My stomach is not cute or little and even lying down it ’s rounded. I didn’t care for the reminder. I opened my mouth to ask him to move. Ash put two thick fingers at the opening between my legs.
    I sucked in a quick breath.
    He eased the tips inside of me, then scissored his fingers, stretching and circling. I went from ramped up to on the verge of exploding. The feel of him inside of me. The delicious stretch. His near constant rumble of pleasure.
    Closing his fingers slightly, Ash pushed them deeper . I’d been wet since he went hot the first time so his fingers entered me easily. But, Sweet Spirits, were his fingers big.
    I wiggled and arched, half-hoping he would stop and at the same time, praying he wouldn ’t. My heart pounded. Warning tingles raced everywhere.
    Then he stopped and pulled his fingers back just as slowly.
    I shrieked. I tried to pull my hands free so I could grab his hand and force him to speed up, but Ash just tightened his grip. Reminding me that he was the one in charge now.
    He stoppe d and began to push both fingers back inside, one slow inch at a time. I moaned. Bit my lip to keep from pleading with him.
    He thrust forward one more small inch.
    I didn’t care what I said anymore. My entire focus was on his fingers and my impending orgasm.
    “ Ash. Please.” It was too much. And not quite enough.
    “ Please .”
    He growled deep in his chest. Ash spread his thick fingers slightly, but didn ’t move them.
    Damn controlling demon.
    I pressed my head and shoulders into the seat and lifted up. He wasn’t expecting it and his fingers went all the way inside, as deep as they could go in one abrupt thrust. Pushing me. Filling me. Controlling me.
    White flashed over my vision as I exploded.

     
    13. What Happened to Together?
     
    “Kate,” Ash rumbled. He started to ease his fingers out, but at my moan and flinch, he stopped. Thank the Spirits, Ash is an observant demon.
    I hadn ’t begun to recover.
    Little ripples continued to pulse through me. I tried to catch my breath. All of my nerve endings were highly tuned to everything . All of them. Especially the inner ones. Around his fingers.
    Ash shifted his hand. “ Do. Not. Move.” If he did that again, I was going to break down and plead. I just knew it.
    If I remembered correctly, I had already done way too much o f that.
    That ’s not really a bad thing and I wasn’t complaining exactly . . . Except, I could only hear my breathing. Harsh and ragged. Not his. Just mine.
    I thought he had been as caught up as I had been. I thought I wasn ’t in this alone. At least I hoped I wasn’t. But my vulnerable inner self loved to pop up at times like this . .