He just lay beside her, legs splayed, arms wide, unabashedly naked. Clearly, modesty wasn’t a soul reaper trait.
“You already had me.”
“True.” He turned his head, opened his eyes. The
look he gave her told her he was already growing hungry for her again. But he looked tired, too. Exhausted.
“Hungry for food,” she prompted.
“You got anything sweet?”
“I think there’s an old box of Frosted Flakes in the
back of the pantry.”
He grinned—white teeth, gold skin, a dimple peeking in his left cheek. It was incongruous, that dimple,
in his hard, angular face. It was sexy. She wanted to
lean in and press her lips to it. So she did.
“Sex, or cereal?” he asked, rolling, reaching for her,
drawing her close. She felt the stirring of his cock
against her thigh.
“Are you always like this?”
“Actually, no.” He dipped his head to nuzzle her
neck. “Your skin’s delicious.”
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“If you compare it to chocolate, I’ll kill you.”
He licked along her neck to her shoulder, drawing
a shiver. “It’s like toffee. Like the sauce on a caramel
sundae. Like coffee ice cream. Like—”
“Is there a reason you’re comparing my skin to
every sweet under the sun?”
“Sugar addict,” he murmured, then he traced his
tongue over her collarbone and down toward her breast.
She sighed, arched and he asked again, “Sex or
cereal?”
Her stomach chose that moment to rumble.
