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

jumped off the self-destructive cliff so fast I'd lost any hope of a safe landing. Why was I doing this? All I could do now was wait for the unforgiving splat when I hit bottom.
    Ash rolled. Set his knee in between my legs and used it to make room for his hips. He lowered his body, pressing me into the mattress, lowering his chest until my hands and breasts were trapped, nearly flattened and I could feel the weight of him against my lungs.
    He used his elbows to take some of his mass so I wasn't completely squashed. His nose bumped mine.
    "You. Are. Not. Fat." Could he not feel me under him? "You are soft and lush. I'm big." That, I couldn't argue with. Ash was enormous. He towered over me and when I was pinned beneath him . . . I had to admit, I didn't feel big. How could I with those muscles and heated flesh overwhelming every part of my body?
    But that stupid shirt . . .
    He thrust his hips forward. "And I want you." Hoo, baby. No mistaking the steel pole poking me. Insisting louder than any words. Ash wanted me. Overabundance of flesh and all.
    "I've put on weight." There. I admitted it. I hated it. Didn't like it, but it was the truth.
    I couldn't confront everyone else's issues and not my own.
    Damn it.
    "Where?" Ash pressed up on one elbow. Slid his hand up underneath my trapped arm and cupped my breast. "Here?" He growled his approval. His hips rocked into me, thrusting his cock where I wanted it.
    "My clothes don't fit." I expected my voice to wobble, but instead I gasped. Ash had pinched my nipple between his finger and thumb.
    "Buy more." He rubbed his thumb around and around. "You look  good to me, Kate. I want you."
    I opened my mouth and the doorbell rang.
    Ash and I both groaned. He dropped his forehead down, lining up our faces. "I forgot about the party." He traced my lips with his tongue, nudging them open, kissing me hard. Frustration in every tense line of his body.
    The doorbell rang again.
    Ash snarled, pushed himself up and gave me a look that had my toes tingling.
    "I'll get the door. You get dressed." He raked my body with a look that should have melted the skin right off my bones. "I don't want to hear another bad word about your body."
    The door slammed behind him before I could say anything else. And did I want to? Was that honestly an argument I wanted to win?
    The demon liked my body. He'd seen me in various stages of disarray. Touched most of me. Beheld my mortified tangled mess.
    He didn't have any complaints. So why should I?
    If it bugged me so much, I could put more effort into some sort of an exercise plan. Daily walks were not a bad thing and Al certainly approved.
    Ash definitely wanted me.
    He truly had been making a point of displaying his self control these past few weeks. And it was taking its toll.
    He hadn't been making excuses.
    Funny. I hadn't realized how much I'd been worrying about our relationship. I guess a build up of neglected hormones could do that to a witch.
    I was making great strides in improving myself. Growing my business and hiring a secretary. Tracking down my scary aunt instead of ignoring the disaster lurking there. Opening myself up to new friendships and attempting to repair the damage in the other one.
    Confronting issues head on . . . Clearly, I still needed some work in that area. Whether it was with others or myself.
    The insecure witch inside of me - the one who'd been bullied and cursed and taunted for being half of what she was supposed to be - had a ways to go yet.
    I could live with it.
    Ash wanted me. All of me.
    I'd showed him my warts, many times over by now. And he still wanted me.
    It was definitely time to take things further between us.
    I bounced off the bed, suddenly rejuvenated. My guests were arriving and I had a party to host. Maybe it wouldn't be one hundred percent perfect, but then neither was I.
    I yanked the mangled too small shirt off and tossed it into the trashcan.
    Good riddance.
    I pulled on my red shirt, checked my hair in the