Page 8 of Not Your Ex's Hexes
Still didn’t.
And that had the potential to be a huge problem… for him. For his demon. And by extension, Rose herself.
“I have to say, little witch, I usually read people pretty well and I never had you pegged as a rule-breaker, or even a bender.”
“I’m not,” Rose countered.
Kicking up a lone eyebrow, Damian slowly perused her all-black ensemble. “You’re telling me that cat-burglar-chic is all the rage in Supernatural high society?”
“I wouldn’t know what’s the rage in Supernatural high society as I’m no longerinit.”
Her defensive tone lifted his gaze to hers, and for the first time since she’d stepped into the lobby, Damian looked beyond her gorgeous outer package. Therewassomething different, something far beyond the absence of the sexy designer dress and daggerlike heels she’d sported that night.
It took him a while to find it, and then it glinted back at him from her eyes… a feeling he was all too familiar with because hefelt it every damn day, and sometimes tenfold when his inner demon wreaked havoc.
Tired determination.
As if the curvy witch didn’t take up rent in enough of his thoughts, his curiosity about what put that glint there expanded, taking up even more real estate.
Disappointment fueled by her failure to free Butternut and Squash led to Rose’s dropping her guard for one split second, and that was all the man in front of her needed before seeing way too much.
Damian Adams.Half-demon veterinarian. Linc and Adrian’s college roommate.
And her one and only one-night stand.
She’d thought she’d never lay eyes on him again and yet there he stood, his hair curling a little longer over his collar, but still sexy as ever. She soaked up the sight of him like a dry sponge just like she had the night of the Bonding Announcement Party… and just like she did every other night in the most sexually explicit dreams she’d ever had.
Oh, who was she fooling? It was every night, so frequently that Harper was half-convinced she was having a secret affair—or had a membership to a pleasure club. According to the succubus, that’s how soaked in pheromones she’d become. Or to quote the sex demon verbatim, “You’re extra horny lately, Rose.”
She didn’t need Harper to point that out… especially now as she stood in front of the person who’d gifted her her one and only non-BOO—battery-orchestrated orgasm—of the year. Maybe eighteen months.
And they hadn’t even fully undressed, removing only the necessary articles of clothing for easy access. It made for a quick release and an even quicker escape… except there was no running away this time.
This time he stood not more than six feet away, his chin-length dark blond hair brushing against the few days’ stubble that peppered his angular jaw. Her fingers nearly itched with the need to sink into his hair’s soft depths again and beg him to kiss her senseless.
Their friends’ gazes slowly lasered in on them, Harper’s eyes narrowing thoughtfully as the succubus sniffed the air like a pheromone-scenting bloodhound.
Hex me.
Rose folded her arms over her chest and, with a quick call on her Magic, not only hauled in her arousal but rebuilt her walls and then reinforced them with mental titanium for good measure.
What was Captain America’s shield made from again? Because she usedthat,and prayed to Goddess that it helped.
She dropped her voice, hoping it was low enough to avoid shifter ears. “I’m actually glad that we ran into each other…”
Damian dropped his voice to a sexy purr, making her lady bits practically thrum. “Areyou now?”
“Vi told me that you were moving back to the area soon…”
“I did. A few weeks ago.”
“I was hoping we could talk about”—her gaze flicked toward their group of friends—“what happened. Between us.”
“You mean the feel-good fucking…”
Rose shot a panicked look toward her sisters, who were in deep conversation with Linc and Adrian. “Will you lower your voice in shifter company? And yes, I’m talking about what happened at Potion’s.”
He opened his mouth to speak…
