“Sure. And I’m not ruggedly handsome and naturally good in bed,” he chuckled, reaching forward to snatch up the coffee. He took a long pull from it while maintaining eye contact with me the entire time. I squirmed in my seat again, feeling my nipples harden beneath my sweater.Fuck,I was so on edge.
His eyes shone as he put the coffee in front of me on the table, still staring at me.
“See? No poison.” His voice was dark, and I squeezed my thighs together under the table in frustration.
I snatched up the drink and huffed, looking down at the coffee-stained lid.
“Well, now it has your cooties all over it,” I grumbled. He got up and circled behind me, pulling my hair gently over my shoulder. I shivered as his fingers grazed my jaw. He pressed his mouth close to my ear, and I felt my face flush. For fuck’s sake, this was going to be a long ass day.
“You will learn to like my cooties, deathtrap,” he chuckled into my ear. Reaching around me, he grabbed my breakfast sandwich and bit into it.
“Hey—I thought you got that for me?” I protested but stopped as he held it up to my lips.
“Take a bite,” he ordered softly, and I looked down at the innocent little sandwich and shook my head.
“No, you just put your mouth all over it.”
“It won’t be the only thing I put my mouth all over if you don’t do what I say,” he warned, his voice a low growl. Heat flooded my core, and I felt a rush of wetness pool between my thighs. I squirmed again. My body was still on fire from being edged all night, and now this psychopath was taking bites out of my food and threatening to do the same to me.
How had my life come to this?
“Don’t push me, deathtrap. You have five seconds,” he murmured, rubbing his nose into my hair. His lips brushed the shell of my ear, and I almost groaned out loud.
“Fine,” I snapped and bit into the sandwich, right over the spot he had just taken a bite.
He smiled against me and put the sandwich down on the table. I jumped when he gently wrapped his hand around my throat.
“Now swallow,” he ordered softly. I frowned but finished chewing and swallowed. He massaged my throat as I did, and I didn’t know why it was fucking hot, but it was. My clit was on fucking fire.
He chuckled softly against me and pulled away.
“Good girl,” he said, sliding back around the table to reclaim his seat.
“You’re a fucking psychopath,” I growled, but he just smirked and lounged back in his chair, watching me.
“Finish your breakfast, deathtrap. Then we’ll go to Voodoo.”
When we were done eating,I followed him out of my apartment and locked up behind us. I noticed he had a murdered-out motorcycle waiting by the curb and froze. I blinked, wondering why I hadn’t put two and two together when I had seen the helmet under his arm.
“Um, yeah, I’m just going to take the subway,” I said, shaking my head. He glanced back at me, looking amused.
“What? Are you scared? I promise I’ll be gentle if it’s your first time.”
My heart was slamming in my ribcage again.
‘I’ll kill someone at your precious little restaurant.’
How did I tell him that Iwasscared, just not for the reasons he thought? “Reaver, I don’t think it’s a good idea. You’ve seen the headlines. People who spend too much time with me end up dead. I know you keep making jokes about it, but this is serious.”
My demon may have let shit slide up until now, but there was no way he was going to be cool with me straddling a bike and clinging to Reaver from behind. Reaver just laughed and pulled out a spare helmet he had strapped to the back.
“Put this on, deathtrap,” he ordered, handing it to me. I shook my head, biting my lip.
“Reaver…”
“That wasn’t a request.” His good mood evaporated, and he flipped like a light switch back to asshole Reaver. I cringed. “Put it on and get on the fucking bike, Lilith. I’m not going to tell you again.”
I sighed. Whatever, it was his funeral. I took the helmet and slid it onto my head. It smelled like cloves and cardamom beans. Reaver stepped forward, shoving his fingers between my brow bone and the helmet, checking to make sure it fit properly. Then he adjusted the strap under my chin. He slammed down the visor and smacked the top of the helmet twice.
