Nikki was talking about work again. I supposed she didn’t have many people to vent to.
Either that or she was drunk.
“Just yesterday, in fact…” she said, slapping her palm on the table, “… some perp made some lude-ass comment about my hair,ooh did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?” She made a dry-heaving sound and pointed a finger into her mouth.
“I like your hair,” I said.
She rolled her eyes but smiled. “Thank you, but I’ve only just recently stopped hating it.”
“Why would you hate it?”
She dropped her other hand to the table and stared at me. “Do you always ask so many questions?”
My eyebrows shot up, a momentary wave of uncertainty flowed through me—was I doing something wrong?Before my swagger returned—demons don’t question themselves—I smiled again. “Is that not how you have a conversation?”
“Well…yeah.”
She rolled her eyes again, and it was my turn to laugh. “Are you going to answer the question then?”
“Because I am tired of the comments I get about looking like an angel, looking innocent, looking like I could do withcorruptingand all sorts of other bullshit. It also means people don’t take me seriously as an officer… they see my hair and assume I’m a bimbo.”
“You’re not? Shit, so I’ve been wasting my time chatting with you when I could just find some bimbo to get laid?”
Nikki laughed, laying a hand on my arm. “Oh, trust me, you’re definitely getting laid tonight.”
I arched a brow, taking a drink. “Well, all right then.”
Putting my drink down, I leaned forward, scootching my chair across the floor until I was next to Nikki. She watched me, her eyes on mine as I reached behind her, gently undoing the hair tie and sliding it from her hair so her ponytail fell out. Her hair must be naturally straight, because it was left with no kink from the formerly tight ponytail as it fell over her shoulders, so blonde it was almost white. I got it, the comments about her looking innocent and corruptible, but I’m glad she didn’t change it.
Because it did make me want to corrupt her, the way her eyes flashed with lust at my touch. I wanted those lips to beg me, tosay my name, and to cry out nasty words when she came.
Soon.
“You’re beautiful,” I crooned.
She chuckled. “I already told you you’re getting laid, so you don’t have to sweet-talk me.”
“So, I wasted myfuck-mevoice as well?” There was a sharp intake of breath past those gorgeous lips as I ran my thumb over them. Smirking, I dropped my voice again, allowing the seductive nature of my demon to ooze through my tone. We’re sexual beings, and sometimes we can’t control our effect on humans. They tend to gravitate toward us, drawn by a force they don’t understand. But with control, our effect can be switched off as efficiently as it can be ramped up, and although Nikki was already responding to me on a physical level, I let it out a bit more. I wanted her to get wet while sitting here in the bar because I wanted her to be practically squirming and begging by the time I had her naked.
“Mmm…” I hummed, still tracing my thumb across her bottom lip, “… maybe not completely wasted.”
She trembled, her light hazel eyes staring into mine. “You’re really good at this,” Nikki whispered.
“I know.”
Nikki chuckled, her voice wavering slightly. She leaned back away from me, and I let my hands drop from her face. She finished her beer, not taking her eyes from mine, her look taking on a hungry quality.
She stood. “Shall we get out of here?”
Finishing my beer, I threw some notes on the table and stood too. Nikki went to move for the door, and I slid an arm around her waist, pulling her in next to me and smirking as she gasped. Nikki could be tough and could look after herself, obviously, having taken on an already-dangerous career in a city filled with criminals.
And demons.
But she still fell apart when I touched her.
Demons had two modes—fucking and fighting.
And damn, Nikki was simply oozing lust. I could smell her arousal and feel it coming off her skin in waves. Pulling her close against my chest, I growled when she trembled, the vibrations sending another shiver up her spine.
