He sounded so serious that she braced herself. There could only be one topic on his mind.
When he didn’t speak, Nia rushed into a speech. “Look, this thing—whatever it is between us—is fleeting. You don’t have to explain anything. I get it.”
While she’d hoped for more than a few hours of sweaty, tangled-limbs time with him, she wasn’t a fool. For someone like him so high up in the hierarchy of angels, a few days were probably the most she could hope for.
“It’s good you know me well.”
Was that sarcasm? She frowned, unsure. But the confounded prickling heat constantly plaguing her lately roiled hard inside her, and sweat dampened her skin. On top of that, desire coiled up her core, making her feel as if she would split her skin.
God! Is he ever going to touch me where I want him most?
She squirmed on the couch, as if that would help her with the lust.
“What I meant to say is, I’m not sure what I should do.” He settled his palms on her knees, his voice husky. “But first, let’s get this put to rights…” He dragged the cups of her bra down again, the black framing her breasts, her nipples hardening under his burning stare. “Better.”
Thank God!
She huffed. Who knew her angel could be this seductive once his control cracked? His talk touched on borderline dirty, but he probably didn’t even know what dirty talk was.
“Please, just touch me,” she groaned, ready to drag him down and ride him.
He glided his hands up her torso in a slow caress as if fascinated by the sensation of her skin. Then he cupped her breasts, lifted them, and stared.
As desperate as she was for him, Nia had to bite back a smile at his wonder.
His head lowered, his fiery red hair sliding over her skin in a silky caress, stirring every nerve ending. Her breathing grew raspier.
He brushed his mouth over a nipple, then grasped the tip with his lips, teasing the bud before slowly suckling her flesh. And she trembled.
His other hand came into play, gently squeezing the flesh of her other breast and rolling the nipple?—
Christ! He might be exploring, and in the process unearthing her erogenous zones—not that he would know what that was—but the tug of his lips on her nipple strung straight to her core.
A whimper escaped her and had him lifting his gaze to hers.
She bit her lip. Her angel had no idea what a turn-on it was to watch someone like him map her body with his hands and mouth with such intensity. The silver in his irises had completely eclipsed the green, turning them to molten steel.
“Do you like that?” he asked, voice rough, as if touching her was causing his own need to stir again.
She nodded.
“Then say it, Nia. Because I won’t know otherwise.”
“Yes, I do. So damn much!”
An eyebrow rose, but he didn’t call her out on her cussing. He flicked his tongue against her nipple, and she shut her eyes.God!
“No, look at me. I want to see your eyes, see what you feel…”
He trailed his mouth along her sternum, adding little kisses along the way.
“Yes,” she groaned. “More.”
He moved back, unbuttoned her pants, and drew them down her legs.
“Wait, wait.” She sat up.
He frowned.
