Reaching up, she pulled his lips to hers. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to get so angry. I just can’t stand the thought of you with another woman.”
“I would never do that to you.”
With a smile, she nibbled his lips. “Take me to the room.”
Urian was tempted to use his powers, but since he’d never been in the hotel before, that was a bad idea. His luck, he’d land them inside a wall or something a lot worse.
So he had to pretend he was “human.” Gah, the horror of that!
But at least she’d chosen an elegant hotel. Victorian in style, it was quaint and lush.
Urian expected Phoebe to lead him to a regular room. Instead, she’d booked the penthouse suite. While it was true that he’d grown up in a palace and a temple, they were rather cold and austere.
He’d never seen anything like the luxuries in this place. Nor lights so bright. He held his hand up to shield his eyes as they watered in protest of the giant crystal chandelier.
“Sorry!” Phoebe immediately began turning lights down or off. “I forgot how sensitive your eyes are.”
Urian rubbed his eyes as he walked around. “What is that?”
She scowled at him. “The couch?”
“Yeah. Is it a bed?”
Phoebe was stunned until she realized something. “You don’t ever stay out in my world, do you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Just what I said. You visit here to nab a soul and then immediately leave, don’t you? You’ve never watched TV or really taken time to experience any real part of it.”
He shook his head.
Her heart broke for him. All the history he’d lived through but not experienced. Heartbroken, she reached for the remote and turned the television on.
To that, he gave her an irritated glare. “I know about TV, Pheebs. Not an idiot. They have those everywhere. Even bars.”
“Oh.” Yeah, that would be the one place he’d have spent a lot of time. Der. She should have thought of that. She felt like a fool now.
Until she thought of one thing she knew they didn’t have in a bar …
“Bet you’ve never had a Jacuzzi bath.”
“A what?”
“Yeah … a what!” Crooking her finger, she motioned for him to follow her.
She also watched the way his gorgeous blues darted around the moldings and art, as well as the wall decorations. He ran his finger down the gold flocked wallpaper to the marble bathroom, where he gasped. “Yeah, indoor plumbing.”
He cast her another droll stare.
“Okay, so you’ve probably visited a men’s room, too.”
“A few times, yeah.”
“But not this!” She plugged the tub and began to run water from the ornate faucet shaped like a swan. While it ran, she turned on music through the intercom and began to slowly peel her clothes off.
If she lived to be a thousand years old, she’d never forget the look on his face as he stood in the doorway, completely catatonic. Laughing, she approached him and hooked her fingers in the belt loops of his jeans. “Charonte got your tongue?”
Urian had no response as she slowly unzipped his pants. Her pace was excruciating. And when she dipped her hand down low to cup him, he thought he’d die on the spot. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had touched him so intimately—decades? Centuries? He knew this was all kinds of wrong. But one look in those innocent eyes and he was lost.
