His eyes hold mine for a beat before they drop down to my body.
Nerves slam into me despite the fact he’s already seen me dressed in his shirt—and only his shirt—but for some reason, it feels like it’s the first time he’s really seeing it.
Nervously, I tug at the open neck that slipped low on my shoulder and fold my arms across my chest.
“Come here, beautiful,” he says softly, his vicious, cold tone from before long gone as he holds his free hand out for me.
I hesitate, not knowing what to do, but also aware that if I do what I’m told then there’s a chance he’s going to drag me under his spell again.
“Come on, you must be hungry.” A genuine smile curls at his lips, making his dimples show, and my heart tumbles, knowing it’s directed at me.
I know it’s the wrong thing to do, but my body doesn’t seem to be in agreement with my head, because when I move, it’s to close the distance between us.
“Good girl,” he praises, and despite knowing better, I smile at him, stupidly loving those words coming from his lips.
The second I’m in reaching distance, his fingers curl into the front of his shirt that I’m wearing as he hauls me right in front of him.
His head lowers as he stares down at me, his eyes holding mine until I drag my bottom lip between my teeth.
“You should never wear anything but my clothes,” he breathes, making my stomach clench.
Reaching up, he brushes his fingers over my collarbone, making a violent shudder rip down my spine. His eyes flash with understanding, telling me that he’s more than aware of how his touch affects me before he pushes the neck of his shirt from my shoulder once more.
“Better,” he murmurs, dropping his lips to my neck and giving me the sweetest kiss.
He doesn’t pull back straight away. Instead, his lips linger on my skin as he breathes me in.
“Daemon,” I moan when he begins kissing along the slope of my shoulder and up my neck.
“I’ve dreamed of you being here since the day I moved in.”
Then maybe you should have spoken to me, I think, but they’re not the words that fall from my lips.
“Oh God.”
My fingers curl in his t-shirt when his hands find the curve of my waist. My feet leave the floor as he lifts me onto the counter, nudging my knees apart with his hips and stepping between my thighs.
“You shouldn’t be doing this,” I tell him, although, in contrast to my words, my head falls back, giving him better access as he moves to the other side of my neck.
“I do a lot of things I shouldn’t, beautiful. This barely scratches the surface. You’re the one who shouldn’t be allowing me to do it.”
“I’m more than aware,” I breathe when his teeth scrape against my skin.But I’m powerless to make him stop. The second he looks at me with those soft, vulnerable eyes, the moment he touches me, everything outside of us fades away to nothing. It’s intoxicating. It’s addictive.
“I need to kiss him off you, beautiful. The only touch you should remember is mine.”
His words are the reminder I need.
“Stop,” I say, although my voice doesn’t hold the conviction I was hoping it would.
He chuckles, actually fucking chuckles against my neck.
“You don’t mean that, Angel. You know you want it just as much as I do. You know that you were always meant to be here, with me.”
His hands skim up my thighs, sliding under the fabric of his shirt until he’s holding my hips in his firm grip.
“I know you feel it too.”
“It doesn’t matter what I feel,” I hiss, pressing my palms against his chest to get him to back up, which he thankfully does, although only a few inches.