His brow lifted in challenge.
Would she chicken out?
“Open for me,” he ordered, a repeat of her dream lover’s command last night.
His mouth parted a mere slit as he inhaled deeply. The gap was only enough for the tip of his tongue to be visible as it shifted back and forth along the inside of his lower lip in slow succession. The gesture wasn’t designed as a sexual offering. No, it was much more pensive in nature. As if he were thinking about what he would do should she not obey.
At the sound of the lock disengaging, he hung up, but not before she heard his satisfied exhalation. The door flew back on its track, and the billowing curtains greeted him like an old friend, wrapping around him. The filmy white contrasted perfectly with the red of his robe, coincidentally the same shade as her shorts.
Shit.
She had to still be dreaming. Did someone who looked and moved like Luc suddenly show up on a sex-starved woman’s balcony, tempting her to abandon her morals?
Lucifer might, if he desired her soul.
When he glided forward, she backed up.
He took another step.
Again, she retreated.
This became the pattern until he’d pressed her against the sofa back. Her phone hit the area rug with a dull thud.
His arms opened.
Despite her initial reservation, she didn’t hesitate before leaping and wrapping her legs around his lean hips. With an approving grunt, he captured her mouth in one hungry swoop.
Nadia shoved her fingers into his thick, black hair, locking him against her as he deepened the kiss. For anyone observing, it would be hard to determine where his body stopped and hers began, so closely were they pressed together. The delicious feel of his rock-hard chest against her crushed breasts tantalized, and she shifted to cause more friction.
They broke for air, and the flame of raw, primal lust was reflected in his impossibly blue eyes. She dropped her head back to allow him access to her neck, and he trailed pure fire down her throat.
“Are we doing this?” she panted.
“It certainly feels like it to me,” he said, with a tilt of his hips. The outline of his erection extended from her core to her belly button, and she marveled at her ability to excite him to such an extent.
Him.
Lucifer.
The man who must’ve had scores of partners in his lifetime.
Sudden shyness overcame her. “Um, Luc?”
He’d been sucking her through her shirt, but shifted to look at her.
“Yes, Nadia?” his sigh bordered on impatient, and with the increase of his desire, his accent thickened.
She almost whimpered.
How freaking hot was his voice?
Seeing she’d lost the conversational thread, he blew against the damp material.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked huskily.
“Not really.”
His sharp bark of laughter echoed off the walls around them.
