Thomas pushes my messy hair out of my face. “That was. We should do it again sometime.” He grins and wiggles his eyebrows, making me laugh. He’s already dangerous, with his wings and fangs and inhuman strength. Add in his good looks, ability to make me laughandmake me come twice in a row…he could be a stone-cold killer.
“Give me a couple of hours.”
“I’ll be waiting.” He’s hopeful and I know he will be ready for round two in probably a few more minutes instead of hours.
“We’ll see.”
Thomas trails his fingers along my body, exploring every curve. “You’re beautiful, Ace.”
Despite the fact that this half-man, half-gargoyle was just all up in my personal business, I blush from the compliment. I don’t get complimented like that very often, and I let myself get close to people even less.
“You’re not too bad yourself, even if you don’t think so.”
“Oh, I know I’m good-looking.” Thomas’s eyes glimmer behind his smirk. “Even with the fangs. Though you did say some women get off on the fangs.”
“Some do.” I smile back.
“Can you promise me something?”
I lift my head to meet Thomas’s gaze. “What?”
“Don’t go after the vampires alone.”
He knows I can’t promise that. He knows I won’t. And then I realize he doesn’t want me to. I cup his cheek with my hand and move in, lips brushing against his as I talk.
“I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”
“Neither do I.”
I shiver and he spoons his body around mine, using one of his wings to keep me warm. I’m so tired. Mentally and physically worn. I could easily drift to sleep, but right as I’m dozing off, Thomas sits up and tips his head toward the window.
“Someone is here.”
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“Here?” I echo.
“Yes. In a car.”
Why would someone—oh, right. “The food.” Begrudgingly, I get up and look around for my clothes. Skipping my bra, I pull a T-shirt from my bag and slip it over my head on my way to the bathroom. The doorbell rings right after I flush. Shit. I pull on underwear and grab sleeper shorts, putting them on as I go down the hall.
The doorbell rings a second time. I break into a jog, not wanting to miss our food. I almost slip on my way down the stairs, catching myself at the last minute. Gilbert is at the door, eyes narrowed with distrust. I hesitate when I see him. There’s no way he didn’t hear what just went on upstairs.
“It’s just the guy bringing our food,” I say, diverting my eyes.
“Can you be sure?”
“No, but I’m hoping.”
“I’m sure you’re hungry,” he says with a grin. “Sounds like you worked up an appetite.”
“Oh my god.” I turn away, cheeks turning red. “Yeah, I, uh…we…”
“You don’t have to explain, Ace.”
I nod and hurry through the foyer, then grab my purse and throw open the door. God, this was awkward.
“Hi,” I say to the young man holding my bags of Chinese food. “Sorry. I was upstairs.”
