He stumbled backward, knocking over the TV tray in thecorner and sending it crashing to the floor.His vodka bottle shattered,spraying alcohol everywhere.
“Hey,” Aurora said, alarm flickering in the depths of herocean-blue eyes.“What’s wrong?Are you okay?”
No, he wasn’t.He was a fucking head case.“Yeah,” hebreathed.“Yeah.Sorry.I’m just...It’s been a long time.”
“For me too,” she said quietly.
“How long?”
“A few years.You?”
He snorted.“A few centuries.”A fewlongcenturies.
“Seriously?”She moved toward him, her full breasts bouncingtantalizingly with each step.“Wow.”
“We have to take a vow of celibacy.”
“Damn,” she breathed, stopping in her tracks.“Then we can’tdo this.”
“The hell we can’t.I justhave toget out of my own head.”
“You’re worried about the punishment, aren’t you?”
He snorted again.“I don’t give a shit about it.I’m sick ofthe damned rules.I’m sick of the bullshit.”
“Then what is it?”
“You know what?”he asked as he closed the distance betweenthem.“It’s nothing.It’s absolutely nothing.”
Because fuck it.The moment he’d flashed into the darkparking lot and interfered in Aurora’s abduction, he’d known on some level thathe was tempting fate.He’d told himself he was cool with guarding evil people,but now he could admit to himself that over the years a hairline fracture hadformed in the compartment where he’d kept his indifference.
And when he’d seen Aurora, that fracture had led to acomplete shatter, just like that vodka bottle on the floor.
She moaned as he covered her mouth with his and walked herbackward until she bumped against the wide stone window ledge.He hadn’t donethis in a long, long time, but sex didn’t have a steep learningcurveand he’d always been a self-starter.
Still kissing her, he cupped her breasts, circling hernipples with his thumbs.She gasped in response, arching into his touch andthrusting her pelvis against his aching erection.
“We’re not naked enough,” she whispered against his lips,and he agreed.
His breath came faster as he dropped one hand to herwaistband and ripped her jeans open.Her fingers fumbled with his fly until thebuttons popped and his cock, swollen and stiff, sprung into her waiting grip.
He nearly came right then and there.“Easy, there, littleWytch,” he croaked.“My fuse has been on a slow burn for hundreds of years.Won’t take much to set me off—”
Suddenly, she dropped to her knees, shoved his jeans down tohis thighs and swallowed him.Just swallowed him whole.The tip of his cock hitthe back of herthroatand he yelled out in sheer,electric pleasure.
“What are you doing?”he rasped as she flicked her tongueback and forth over his shaft.
She sucked upward hard, and his erection came free of herhot mouth with a soft pop.“I’m taking the edge off.Besides, you need at leasttwo orgasms for the full effect of my magic towork.”
“Seriously?”Not that he was going to argue with that.
“No.”She graced him with a flirty, wicked smile that suitedher.“I just want to know what an angel tastes like when he comes.”
He’d have laughed if he wasn’t on the verge of giving herwhat she wanted.As it was, he had to bite his tongue, concentrating on thepain rather than the pleasure of her fingers as they caressed his sac.Shelowered her mouth to him again, her tongue flicking over the head of his cock.
Adrenaline surged through him, spiking his desire as hisballs tightened and a tingle spread through his shaft.He was close, so closehis legs were rubber and he had to throw out a hand to catch himself on thewallso he didn’t collapse on top of Aurora.
He dared not look down at the erotic sight of her suckinghim.Insteadhe closed his eyes and concentrated onthe feel of her wet mouth sliding up and down.Of her tongue circling hismushroom head.Of her lips nibbling his balls while her fingers stroked theshockingly sensitive skin just behind them.
