clearly.
“You’re being generous,” he said gruffly.
She pivoted on her seat to face him head-on. He caught her face in his hands and sealed his mouth over hers. It took her the length of a heartbeat to catch on, but when she did, it was no holds barred. She tilted her head and licked deep, knowing just what he liked, responding to the cues he gave with passionate enthusiasm.
Groaning his approval, Alec pulled her closer, his mouth slanting feverishly over hers, his tongue stroking in the way he knew drove her crazy with lust.
They were made for each other. He believed that with absolute certainty.
Eve gripped his wrists and gave as good as she got. He was inflamed by the smell and feel of her, a completely new experience now that he had only his own mortal senses. As long as he’d known her, the Mark of Cain had been fogging things up with preternatural sensations.
“I love this,” he growled, tugging her into his lap. “I love you.”
The ache of longing in his chest made it hard to breathe. He’d been her first lover and he would damn well be her last.
His hands roamed, moving from her face to her breasts, cupping their weight and kneading until her back arched into his touch with a moan. He nipped her lower lip with his teeth, then soothed the sting with a soft stroke of his tongue, reminding her of what it felt like when his mouth was engaged in other, more private places. He loved to lick her all over, every silken inch, every curve and crevice. It was an activity he wanted to engage in right here. Right now.
“Alec—” Eve tore away and hugged him hard, trapping his greedy hands between them so they couldn’t move.
“Don’t stop,” he said hoarsely, adjusting her so that she felt the press of his erection against her thigh.
“Aren’t you worried about what Zaphiel is up to?” she gasped.
“I’m worried he’s going to change his mind before I can fuck you. I need to feel you from the inside while we’re like this.” He looked at her from beneath heavy-lidded eyes. She was flushed and damp with perspiration, easily the most sensual-looking creature he’d ever seen. An exotically beautiful Asian goddess who couldn’t be more perfect for him. “If we miss this chance, I’m not sure I’d survive it.”
“I’m freaked that you’re not going to survive, period!” She made a frustrated noise. “You’re mortal, Alec. There are a gazillion Infernals dying to get a piece of you, and now you’ve got Fallen angels, too.”
He rocked his hips, letting her know the brain running the show was still the one between his legs. “I want you dying to get a piece of me.”
“Alec.” She straightened and moved away, denying him the pleasure of feeling her up. “I need you alive.”
Shoving a hand through his hair with a smothered curse, he pushed to his feet and walked into the adjacent kitchen. He went to the sink and splashed water on his face. “You don’t want me dead, but you won’t live with me either.”
“Don’t change the subject.”
“It’s the same subject.” He shut off the faucet and leaned against the counter with his arms crossed. He let her see all the love and lust and longing that ate at him. “We’re in love with each other, Eve. We always have been. Why aren’t we together? Sharing a house, a bed, a life! ”
She straightened her shirt, her gaze deliberately averted. She was running away without moving, but he was done giving her space. It was time to pick a path and stick with it.
“You know my dad,” she prevaricated, wincing because she knew she was copping out. “He’d kill me for living with a man before marriage.”
“So let’s get married.”
Eve’s face drained of colour. She shook her head and walked out of the room.
“Angel . . .”
She kept going, tossing her reply over her shoulder. “You’re not my favourite person right now.”
“You’re my favourite person,” he said calmly, following her. “I want to spend the rest of
“You’re being generous,” he said gruffly.
She pivoted on her seat to face him head-on. He caught her face in his hands and sealed his mouth over hers. It took her the length of a heartbeat to catch on, but when she did, it was no holds barred. She tilted her head and licked deep, knowing just what he liked, responding to the cues he gave with passionate enthusiasm.
Groaning his approval, Alec pulled her closer, his mouth slanting feverishly over hers, his tongue stroking in the way he knew drove her crazy with lust.
They were made for each other. He believed that with absolute certainty.
Eve gripped his wrists and gave as good as she got. He was inflamed by the smell and feel of her, a completely new experience now that he had only his own mortal senses. As long as he’d known her, the Mark of Cain had been fogging things up with preternatural sensations.
“I love this,” he growled, tugging her into his lap. “I love you.”
The ache of longing in his chest made it hard to breathe. He’d been her first lover and he would damn well be her last.
His hands roamed, moving from her face to her breasts, cupping their weight and kneading until her back arched into his touch with a moan. He nipped her lower lip with his teeth, then soothed the sting with a soft stroke of his tongue, reminding her of what it felt like when his mouth was engaged in other, more private places. He loved to lick her all over, every silken inch, every curve and crevice. It was an activity he wanted to engage in right here. Right now.
“Alec—” Eve tore away and hugged him hard, trapping his greedy hands between them so they couldn’t move.
“Don’t stop,” he said hoarsely, adjusting her so that she felt the press of his erection against her thigh.
“Aren’t you worried about what Zaphiel is up to?” she gasped.
“I’m worried he’s going to change his mind before I can fuck you. I need to feel you from the inside while we’re like this.” He looked at her from beneath heavy-lidded eyes. She was flushed and damp with perspiration, easily the most sensual-looking creature he’d ever seen. An exotically beautiful Asian goddess who couldn’t be more perfect for him. “If we miss this chance, I’m not sure I’d survive it.”
“I’m freaked that you’re not going to survive, period!” She made a frustrated noise. “You’re mortal, Alec. There are a gazillion Infernals dying to get a piece of you, and now you’ve got Fallen angels, too.”
He rocked his hips, letting her know the brain running the show was still the one between his legs. “I want you dying to get a piece of me.”
“Alec.” She straightened and moved away, denying him the pleasure of feeling her up. “I need you alive.”
Shoving a hand through his hair with a smothered curse, he pushed to his feet and walked into the adjacent kitchen. He went to the sink and splashed water on his face. “You don’t want me dead, but you won’t live with me either.”
“Don’t change the subject.”
“It’s the same subject.” He shut off the faucet and leaned against the counter with his arms crossed. He let her see all the love and lust and longing that ate at him. “We’re in love with each other, Eve. We always have been. Why aren’t we together? Sharing a house, a bed, a life! ”
She straightened her shirt, her gaze deliberately averted. She was running away without moving, but he was done giving her space. It was time to pick a path and stick with it.
“You know my dad,” she prevaricated, wincing because she knew she was copping out. “He’d kill me for living with a man before marriage.”
“So let’s get married.”
Eve’s face drained of colour. She shook her head and walked out of the room.
“Angel . . .”
She kept going, tossing her reply over her shoulder. “You’re not my favourite person right now.”
“You’re my favourite person,” he said calmly, following her. “I want to spend the rest of
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