Demons Don't Always Tell The Truth (Kate Storm Series Book 3) by Meredith Allen Conner

like help getting it off?"
    My eyes flew open at his husky tone. Sure enough, his amber eyes were turning molten. The muscles in his arms seemed to swell. His thumb stroked back and forth along my jaw.
    What was wrong with him? Couldn't he see how tight the stupid shirt was? How it pressed into my skin creating unattractive bulges?
    "It's too small." I didn't mean to yell at him. "It doesn't fit." His face was inches from mine. Screaming at him was completely unnecessary.
    My pride said otherwise.
    "Why buy it?" Ash frowned, puzzled.
    Of course Mr. Hard Muscles didn't understand. He didn't have an ounce of excess skin anywhere.
    "I didn't know it was too small until I put it on." I didn't want to spell it out. I closed my eyes again. And I definitely didn't want to see the hot lava in his eyes cool.
    "Then let's take it off."
    Sure. Take off the too small shirt, put on one that would fit and have a party. No problem.
    I wanted to grab him by his pewter horns and . . .
    The sound of material ripping caught me by surprise. I jerked, discovered I could move again and pressed my hands to his chest.
    Ash let go of my neck and chin, fisted the loose material under my breasts and tore it in half.
    The previous too small blouse now hung in shredded sections from my arms.
    Which meant I was fully exposed. My girls tucked into a sheer purple bra that offered support, but not coverage. My un-flat belly a hair's width away from Ash's taut stomach.
    I wanted the too small shirt back.
    Ash gripped my chin and his mouth came down on mine. Hot. Hard. Dominant.
    His tongue pressed in. Seeking. Dueling. Conquering.
    He wrapped one strong hand in my ponytail and used my own hair to pull my head back, exposing my neck.
    He released my mouth, kissing his way down the sensitive skin along my neck until he reached the juncture at the base of my neck and my shoulder. He bit down.
    I gasped. My fingers clawing into his chest trying to find purchase as my body was swept away under his onslaught.
    Ash maneuvered one hand in between our bodies, below my breasts on my belly and used his strength to press me flat onto the bed.
    He shifted, following me. One heavy leg pinning both of mine, resting on his hip as he came up on his side, still holding my hair, massive chest looming over me.
    The hand on my stomach began to knead and press.
    I stiffened, memory returned and my embarrassment came flooding back.
    "You're so soft." He whispered the words in between suckling kisses over my upper chest.
    He squeezed my waist as if measuring me. He needn't have bothered. There was plenty of skin there.
    I stopped digging into his chest and began pressing him back.
    "Don't stop me." The words snarled out, determined and heavy with want. But underneath I could almost swear I heard a plea.
    Which was crazy. This was what I wanted. What I'd planned to have happen after my guests had left. I always wanted Ash.
    But I preferred him to see me after I'd taken a few more walks. Not now with my stress eating results hitting me smack dab in the face.
    "You're squeezing my waist." Well, duh. Ash knew what he was doing. This demon knew what he was about.
    It was ridiculous of me to point it out. Point out the overabundance of skin he held in his grip. Point out my faults.
    I'd been waiting weeks to be in this position. Was I so upset I had to sabotage things? Did I honestly feel the need to flaunt the parts of me I preferred to keep hidden?
    "I love touching you. Why are pushing me away?" He growled against my left breast. He caught the edge of my bra in his teeth and tugged.
    Damn good question.
    "I'm too big." I could have easily strangled my inner witch.
    Ash abruptly lifted his head. He frowned.
    "What?"
    Leave it alone. Have your body crisis on your own time.
    "I said I'm too big." As if that wasn't enough, I grabbed the hand at my waist and pressed it into my skin. "I'm fat." Shit. Now I was using the 'f' word. I slapped my hand against his chest. "You're not."
    Wow. I'd