Jason POV:
I had her right where I wanted her.
Or so I thought.
Ella's eyes narrowed, her lips twitching into that dangerous smirk I had learned to fear.
"You think you're so smart, don't you?" she murmured, tilting her head slightly, her silky hair brushing against my arm where I still had her pinned.
I let my smirk widen. "Smart enough to know you won't risk kissing me."
Her eyebrow arched. "Oh? And why is that?"
I leaned in, my lips barely a breath away from hers, my voice dropping into something low and taunting.
"Because, sweetheart," I whispered, my fingers tightening around her wrists, "you wouldn't last."
Her breath hitched.
For half a second, I thought I had won.
Half a second.
Then she grinned.
Oh, shit.
Ella's knee jerked up, barely missing a very precious part of me, but I dodged in time, pressing my body fully against hers, trapping her legs between mine.
"Nice try, demoness," I muttered.
Her smirk didn't falter. "Afraid I'd win, hubby?"
