My Decadent Demon (My Demon Trilogy, Book 1) by Nikita Jakz, Alicia Dawn Page A

buttercup, cause you’re not going anywhere until I say so.” He climbed onto the bed, settling down on his side to look at her.
    She eyed him, nibbling on her lip. He couldn’t help smiling at her expression. As if unable to help herself, she resumed examining his body. Inwardly, his grin widened. She couldn’t keep her eyes off him. Obviously some things never changed.
    Finally, she sniffed, her chin jutting up. “You smell lovely.”
    Cole propped his head in his hand and chuckled. “Well, I'd hope so. I just bathed twice because of you and your hijinks.” He ran his finger down her arm, needing to feel her. Her skin was soft and warm beneath his touch. “I remember plenty of times we took nice, long bubble baths together, Sera. You liked blowing bubbles into the air.”
    His eyes followed his fingers as they trailed along the side of her dress’s silky bodice. She shivered visibly, her weak attempt to move away making him laugh. She liked his touch whether she was ready to acknowledge it or not.
    Face troubled, she whispered finally, “I do not remember that.” Sad brows pinched. “Why do you lie to me still? Why are you so determined to convince me of such falsities?” His hand roamed back up her arm and her eyelashes fluttered. “Do not touch me,” she breathed.
    Cole held her gaze. “I have no reason to lie.” Maybe he could relay the truth with his eyes. As his fingers trailed back downward, drawing small, lazy circles on her stomach, he heard her breath hitch. His lips curved. “You want me to touch you, my little angel. Your body’s actions betray you.”
    Not wanting to rush her, but determined to make forward progress, he decided to reminisce about another time they’d spent together. As he spoke of a night spent entirely on his couch, his voice lulled subtly at her defenses. His hand drifted down her thigh, then rose back up to the side of her breast. Her chest rose and fell, her breath visibly quickening.
    She began to squirm beside him, tugging adamantly at her bindings. A sharp exhale rushed passed her lips as his fingers roamed even higher. “You are a seducer,” she moaned, “your touch an aphrodisiac and your voice a siren’s call.” Her head shook as a whimpered emerged. “My mind does not remember you, but my body makes a different claim.”
    Cole smiled knowingly. “Your body knows it belongs to me.” His body knew it, too. Leaning over, with his lips just a hair’s breadth away from hers, he purred, “Tell me you want me to kiss you, Sera.” His tongue slipped out to lick his lips, purposely grazing hers, too. Their eyes locked, her gasp only egging him on. “Just say it,” he murmured.
    Every inch of Sera froze. His touch felt too good, too right. Damn her body and its disloyalty! She struggled with her internal confliction. Why could her mind not sense his dishonesty as it could with others? Half terrified, half exalting, her heart hammered in her chest. Was he be-spelling her? For some reason, a part of her did not seem to care.
    Nodding slightly, she whispered breathlessly, “Perhaps it will help me remember.” Not likely, but what could it hurt?
    But apparently Cole wanted more , a full-fledged admission. His lips brushed against her cheek. “Say you want me to kiss you,” he murmured a second time. Along her other cheek, his knuckles stroked. Again her breath caught. Why did her lungs keep doing that!? But still he continued, blatantly ignoring her mewls of frustration. “You always loved it when I kissed you,” he grinned. “Not just on the lips, but all over your body.” His hand traveled down to the apex of her thighs. “Even here you would beg for my mouth.”
    Sera jerked, his words an d light caresses igniting goose bumps along every inch of her flesh. The sensation made her squirm harder, though not away from him. In fact, her movements were actually causing her to rub deliciously against him. Starry night, she did want to feel his lips! Were they