Heck, he’d taken her so many times, on the bed, against the wall, in the shower, even on the small table in the room, only stopping for food, bathroom breaks, and a short nap for her before he woke her up with his mouth again.
Who knew her angelic lover, once started, could get so creative?
Lore was insatiable.
She’d finally trudged downstairs when hunger pangs gnawed at her. Lore didn’t need food, but she certainly did. Ugh, angel stamina.
She’d left him showering, something else he seemed to enjoy.
At least he’d cleared the room free of all the angel dust?—
Light footsteps sounded as she flipped her French toast again. Nia smiled, aware that he did it so she’d hear him.
She looked over her shoulder, and her jaw slackened. Black dress pants covered his long muscular legs, and he was shirtless. His muscles shifted over the sculpted dips and ridges of his abs.
He rubbed his palm over his chest.
“I know you can just summon a shirt, and it’s instantly on you, so this…” She waved a hand over his naked chest. “Is for me?”
His metallic green eyes glinted with amusement.
Emotions, even a smidgen of them, suited him. They transformed her coldly stoic angel from handsome to drop-dead gorgeous.
“Is it working?” He joined her at the stove.
“Hmm…” She tapped her lips.
He cocked an eyebrow.
With barely an inch between them, she put her hand on his warm chest, and his fresh male scent enfolded her. Watchinghim watch her, she couldn’t resist, and she licked his sternum. He stilled.
Hiding her smirk and enjoying his sharp intake of breath, she lifted to her toes and kissed his jaw since she couldn’t quite reach his mouth. With a growl, he picked her up and set her on the table, his hands braced near her hips. His face close to hers. “You were saying?”
She tried to stifle her smile. “I wasn’t talking.”
“Indeed. But your eyes say everything. You are an imp.” He scooped her up into his arms, and she locked her legs around his hips.
He kissed her.
A moan broke free, and she forgot what she wanted to talk to him about as his mouth devoured hers…
An acrid odor wafted to her, hauling her out of the sensual daze.
“Oh, no, my toast!”
“It’s safe,” he murmured, sucking on her lower lip.
“Lore, let me down. That was my breakfast, I mean, lunch! It will continue to burn in a hot pan.”
He let her slide slowly down his hard body, and she rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop her smile as she darted to the stove. The frying pan had already been moved off the hot plate. Lore.
Carefully, she lifted one of the piping hot, eggy slices. The bottom was burnt to black, but the other piece was crisped to brown and edible.
“There’s food in the fridge,” he reminded her.
“I know, but I wanted this.”
She slipped the slice onto a side plate, grabbed the cup of weak coffee she’d made earlier, and reheated it in the microwave. She took a bite of her egg toast, relishing the taste, and glanced back.
