“I need my car.” I attempted a cajoling voice, “I’ll call you as soon as I get home.”
“Unacceptable. I will fly you, and one of my people will deliver your car to you later tonight.”
I almost choked as I sucked in a breath. Fly? Clamped in Samael’s arms? Close enough to feel every inch of his body? Close enough to scent his skin?
“No thank you.”
“Ahhh Danica. You’re not a coward.”
I glowered at him. “Maybe I’m scared of heights.”
The elevator doors opened and that’s when I realized we hadn’t gone down to the lobby. We were on the roof instead.
Samael took my hand and led me across the vast space to the edge of the roof.
“Wouldn’t you like to see this city from above? Feel the wind in your hair as you enjoy an experience few mortals will ever have?”
I would. Maybe, if I flew with Samael this one time, he would no longer care if Vas flew me occasionally. The other demon would no longer have to wrestle his wings into my car, and I could enjoy all the benefits of flying without my body attempting to betray me every second.
I didn’t dare suggest that to Samael. Something told me he wouldn’t take kindly to my preference for flying with Vas over flying with him. The difference was that Vas didn’t make my mouth go dry with a mixture of terror and lust.
“I’m wearing a dress.”
“I’ll preserve your dignity.”
I wanted to fly. More than almost anything.
“Fine,” I said, and Samael’s hand whipped out, caught my gold-clad arm and pulled me close.
“Hold on,” he grinned, and my breath caught. It was the first time I’d seen him truly smile, and I was so busy staring at his face, that I barely registered when his other hand slid under my legs.
A second later, I was lying bridal-style in his arms. I tensed, opening my mouth, but his invisible wings extended with a ‘snap’ and we shot into the sky.
I screamed, but it turned into a laugh as Samael banked left, giving me a view of the tower as we climbed even higher.
Holy shit, this was incredible. For a moment, I longed for my own wings so deeply that it felt like my back ached for the missing heaviness of them.
“Look down, little witch.” Samael murmured against my ear and I shivered. He chuckled. The son of a bitch knew exactly what he did to me.
I made myself glance down. My hair whipped around my face. The wind almost choked me as Samael plummeted several feet, and my eyes streamed water.
It was still the most fun I’d had since my mom died.
Beneath us, the lights of Durham glowed, the sight oddly comforting. Durham didn’t have a skyline even close to being as impressive as New York or Chicago, but that allowed Samael to dodge and weave between the tallest buildings, drawing delighted laughs from my chest.
I turned my face to his so the wind wouldn’t steal my words. “I can’t believe you guys get to see this every night. Why do you ever walk when you can fly?”
Samael’s mouth curved against my neck and I broke out in goosebumps. I was so distracted by his proximity that I barely paid attention to the rest of our flight. Damn him.
We landed in the shadows next to my apartment, and Samael slowly put me back on my feet. I turned to face him, and his hand was suddenly cupping the back of my head pulling me toward him as he fit his mouth against mine.
I gasped and he let out a sound that was pureneed. That sound did things to my body and I shivered. One of his hands slid to my lower back as he pressed me against him. Warmth radiated up my spine, and I attempted to ignore howgoodI felt, wrapped in his arms.
I still hadn’t seen his wingspan, but I was guessing itwashuge. Because the hard length of him was now pressed right up against my stomach, and I was aching for it to be pressed much lower.
His tongue thrust against mine, caressing, teasing, and the taste of him made my head spin. I let out a startled yelp as he lifted me, his hands sliding beneath my butt. He pressed me against the side of my apartment building, and I swear I went blind for a moment as he was lined up rightthere.
Groaning against his mouth, I writhed against him like a hussy. Samael growled, his tongue warring with mine as he held me suspended with one hand. His other hand fisted my hair, angling my head so he could kiss me even deeper.
