With a slight shake of his head, he shut all negative thoughts out and concentrated on her.
He nodded to the glimmer all over her, him, and the bed. “We never let anyone touch our wings because this happens. Andpublic notice is the last thing we want. It can have a hypnotic effect on mortals.”
“Is that so?” A feminine eyebrow lifted, teasing laughter curving her kiss-swollen lips. “Consider me hypnotized then.”
This female. “With the Watchers’ blood in your veins, unlikely.”
Her smile lingered as she stared at the iridescent shimmer on her hands. “The last time, I barely caught anything.”
His brow furrowed. “The last time?”
“Yep.” She wiggled her fingers, and the dust scattered. “Down by the river, when the other angel appeared, you pushed me behind you. I touched your wings.”
Yes, he remembered that and the first stirring of his body. He cast her a fake-shocked stare. “And you weren’t instantly drawn to me?”
She snorted. “I think that’s a given. I mean, after I got past your impossible?—”
“Charisma?”
She huffed, then grinned. “Yeah, that, too. I meant the whole,Oh, I’m divine. I know what’s best for you…” she teased, imitating his low timbre.
“I do not sound like that.”
“See, right there!” She chortled, eyes brimming with amusement.
Stars, she was so beautiful. Still, she wasn’t getting away with that.
He pinched her butt, and she jerked. “Hey!”
Her movement caused his cock, still snug inside her, to go from semi-erect to rock hard once more.
“Really? Again?” She attempted to rise off him, but he gripped her hips, keeping her in place.
“Why? Is there someplace else you have to be?”
In a flash, he tipped her onto her back, his cock thrusting deeper into her. Her laughter resonated in the room and swept into him. He was a being of light, and yet, that sound was the purity of light itself. “It seems I can’t get enough of you.”
He slipped out of her and slid down her belly, trailing kisses along the way.
“Lore, wait-wait.” She grabbed his hair. “Give me a sec. Bathroom.”
He groaned. Wings concealed, he rolled onto his back. She scrambled off the bed and darted for the bathroom. The water ran…
Then she was back, minus her bra, which was good.
He grasped her hand and pulled her onto the mattress and beneath him. Her skin seemed a little cooler now.
He frowned, the scent of their love-making fainter. “You cleaned yourself?”
She arched a feminine brow. “Yes. But I’m sure you’ll fix that soon enough with your tongue and cock.”
Laughter rumbled free. He never laughed. She had gifted him that, too.
“Then let me put that right…” Lore moved down her body, shifted her thighs apart, and thumbed her core. She groaned and grabbed his hair as he delved his tongue between her folds, desperately wanting her again…
Afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, brightening the kitchen as Nia flipped the French toast in the pan the following day. Her muscles were pleasantly sore, a reminder of their passionate night that brought a smile to her face.
With all the energy spent after the first intense lovemaking last evening, then during the night, and this morning, she wasn’t surprised she’d gotten up so late today.
