“Come now, dearest,” he said, lips thinning alongside his patience. Or, maybe it wasn’t impatience at all. Maybe… he was hiding another smile?
Rather than humoring his pompous ass, I threw my car into park andreached for my bag in the back. Like everything else in my life, it was more difficult than I expected. Apparently I drive like a maniac because the bag was nowhere to be found.
“Sweet sin of Sodom," I grumbled, pushing my feet against the floorboard to help me stretch further. The cold feel of leather prickled my skin where the hem of my crop-top was hanging on for dear life. “Where the f–”
Warmth trailed the underside of my breast and I stopped dead. My eyes closed of their own volition, breath frozen in my lungs.
“Luci,” I whispered. “What are you doing?”
He took his time, fingers moving in a slow and deliberate arc as if he were relishing every inch of skin. When his middle finger rested on my sternum, Lucifer cupped the bottom and traced a slow line over the side with his thumb.
“Luci,” I tried again.
“I’ve been wondering what this might feel like,” he mused, voice a soothing bass that whispered across my mind just as his fingers did my body. “Whether or not your skin would rise under my touch, or that your breath may catch.”
All cylinders were firing in my brain, but not a damn one would catch and burn.
What in the bible loving fuck was happening?
“What’s the matter, dearest Dany? Has Jesus stolen your tongue?”
“I…”
“That would be a shame,” he hummed. “I can think of many more useful places for your tongue. Would you like to know?” Lucifer’s thumb grazed the peak of my nipple.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
His hand began a painfully slow trek down the center of my stomach before stopping at the waistline of my pants.
The last time we were in this position, he’d fucked me raw and left my world turned upside down. My knees buckled onto the driver seat, forcing all of my weight forward to rest on the side of his seat. Every sense dimmed compared to the electricity of his touch and the cool command in his voice.
“It’s fascinating to see how quickly you fumble when the tables are turned. How eager you are to lose control when someone offers to take it.” He toyedwith the waistband of my sweats, his fingers almost hesitant like he was asking to take the wheel.
“This isn’t me losing control,” I ground out, his words stoking the defiance that always lived under the surface. “Do you want to know what I think?”
“Please,” he purred. “Enlighten me.”
“I think,” I panted, mouth watering, biting my bottom lip to stifle the moan building with every radiating throb between my legs. “That this isyoulosing control, Luci.”
“Oh?” His tone was that of mock amusement, but it didn’t fool me. I caught the millisecond of hesitancy and used it against him.
I grabbed the hand lingering at my waist and pulled it between my legs, forcing Lucifer to cup me over the fabric.
His body went preternaturally still, eyes flaring to life in a picturesque vision of power.
“I think you’ve wanted me since the beginning,” I growled and leaned in until we were nose to nose. “Watching from the shadows like a man who longs for what he can’t have. And then he finally gets a taste…” I pushed his palm into my clit, threw my head back and moaned.
A fine, trembling power began pulsing between us. It started under my skin, both reaching for Lucifer and fighting to resist his call. God’s most beautiful angel was a fucking drug that would bring me to ruin if I wasn’t careful.
I wondered if he knew it.
“Dany,” Lucifer warned.
The smell of burning embers enveloped my senses.
“Are you losing controlagain, Luci?” I questioned.
“The last time I lost control, angels fell from the heavens. I can assure you," he growled, "this is not me losing control.” Lucifer slid his hand from my hold and sat squarely in his seat, looking out the windshield rather than at me.
