Lyra had moved close to hear, surrounding him with her heat and scent.He could barely think.
“I understand that his abilities are beyond any regular Caido’s, and I’m prepared to pay handsomely if he can provide this highly sensitive service.I’ve heard great things about him, but you know what…it’s probably beyond his skills anyway.”
Silence for a moment.He knew some Caidos had egos that knew no bounds.
“It’s an advanced service?”the man pressed.
“A very unusual one.So unusual I can’t discuss it over the phone.But if he’s busy?—”
“Who is this?”
“Grayson Winter.”Just in case this Silva knew who Archer was.
“Hold for a minute.”
Archer turned to Lyra, who was smiling her approval.Embers flickered in her eyes.Even her Dragon was beautiful, and he didn’t like Dragons.Something he really must remember.
The phone clicked.“He’ll see you at two.You can tell no one you are coming here.”
“Understood.”
“If you have pen and paper ready…”
Archer wrote down the address and hung up.
“That was brilliant, using his ego against him.So we...”Her voice trailed off as she saw his intense gaze.“Your eyes are glittering.”
He brushed her hair from her face, leaving his fingers resting against her cheek.“There is something else I haven’t told you about Caidos.”
She leaned slightly into his touch.“What?”
Pain throbbed at the nerve endings of his skin, his desire and hers twining together like barbed wire.
“Being in angel form inures us to pain.There’s a nice side effect: I can feel desire without pain, too.But I can’t hold it for long.”
Her pupils dilated.“You mean I can touch you, want you, and it won’t hurt?”
“If the wings don’t bother you.”
“Hell, no.”She shook her head, but her expression darkened.“But it hurts you when you transform, as you call it.”
“It’ll be worth it.For one time.”
He slid off the stool and removed his shirt, then bowed and willed his wings to come.They drove through his skin, but he didn’t care about the pain.When he straightened and opened his eyes, she was standing, too, watching him.
They stepped toward each other simultaneously.He ached, but not from desire.From a need for her touch, to feel her heat.He was so cold inside.He hadn’t realized it until he’d held her earlier and felt it seep into his soul.
Her blue eyes were wide as she placed her hand on his chest, gently trailing her fingers over his pecs, watching him for some reaction.
“No pain,” he assured her.He didn’t tell her that the form muffled his feelings as well.
She smiled and put her other hand on him, too, running them across his shoulders, biceps, even down his forearms.She stepped around him, letting her fingers follow to his back.Her movements stilled.
“Can I touch them?”she asked.
No one had ever touched his wings, other than in combat.
“Yes, but you’ll feel an electrical pulse.”
