Page 34 of Hot Girls Date Demons

Not enough to stay.

But Desmond looks almost offended by the question.

“All I want from you is everything. Because you are my everything, sweet Josie. I want to give you everything. Right now, that means I want to bring you pleasure. Can I?”

My eyes sting unexpectedly.

Because no one has ever asked.

No one has ever put my wants first.

No one has ever made me feel treasured.

And maybe I should slow down.

Maybe I should ask a thousand questions.

Maybe I should demand explanations about Nightfall and magic and why the gorgeous Demon currently holding me smells like my favorite chocolate.

But I don't want explanations right now.

I want him.

My body is on fire for him.

Seriously, I feel hot—so hot right now, and I just can’t bear it.

When he touches me, I feel relief and need.

So much need.

Oh God.

I wish I could feel his skin against mine.

And it’s like he reads my mind because the next second they’re gone.

My clothes. And his.

We’re naked on his bed.

Desmond is hovering over me, and I instinctively open my legs, making room for him.

He makes that purring growl sound I adore one more time, and I moan as he slides his big, hard body between my thighs.

For one brief second, fear creeps in.

Not fear of him.

Fear of hope.

Fear that this is too perfect.

Fear that I'll wake up tomorrow and discover none of this was real.

That I imagined being loved.

Imagined being wanted.