For Love of an Angel (The Fallen Warriors Series) Read Online Free PDF

of her. But her mind rebelled. It was too risky. Insane, really. He was an angel. A Fallen , for Christ’s sake. That path led to sure destruction.
    Eva took a deep breath. "I don’t think—"
    "I’m not asking you to mate with me tonight, beloved." His voice turned silky. "Unless you decided you wanted to, that is."
    "No," she squeaked out.
    "But then why not give me an opportunity to plead my case," he countered smoothly. "I won’t ask for much. A period of a few days time. If at the end you’re still determined to refuse, I’ll go away and never return."
    Never return? Why did the thought of that seem so depressing?
    "I...I have work to go to tomorrow. It’s not like I can go anywhere with you. Anyway, it’s too risky for you to keep flying back and forth from wherever you live. I just don’t see how it’ll work—"
    "You’re right."
    She ignored the disappointed lump that grew in her throat. "I am?"
    "Yes. It’s too dangerous." He lifted a hand and ran it through her hair, carefully winding a finger around her curls before letting go. "That’s why I’ll have to stay here with you."
    Eva’s heart gave a frantic thump in her chest. "You’ll what ?"
    *****
    Holy shit! She had an angel—a freaking Fallen angel—sleeping on her couch.
    Eva smoothed her comforter for the millionth time and tried to calm herself down enough to fall asleep. If he’d seemed disgruntled when she informed him that she used the spare bedroom as a sewing room and therefore the only place he could sleep was on the couch, he hadn’t shown it.
    Everything that had happened in the span of the last few hours was unbelievable, and more than a little overwhelming. What was so special about her that called to Michael? That had prompted him to risk his life by seeking her out and propositioning her? And who could’ve imagined that he would be so—so tempting?
    The memory of his bare back crept into her mind, and of the way his chiseled muscles had rippled. The man was positively sinful. And he wanted her . She clenched her thighs at the thought of his electrifying touch on her bare flesh. What would it feel like to be worshipped with those hands, inch by bare inch? To touch the rigid flesh of his back. To feel his thighs against hers?
    Lord, he made her so hot. She longed to slide her hand down under the covers. To alleviate the ache between her thighs. Clenching her teeth, she fought the urge. She’d be damned if she was going to get herself off while thinking of the sexy angel down the hall. That would lead her to wonder things she shouldn’t be wondering. Like how it would feel to be his mate.
    "You can’t go with him," she whispered to herself. She couldn’t just run off with a Fallen angel. She had her life here. Her job. What would happen if she simply stopped showing up for work?
    But then what are you going to do? Keep going to the coffee shop like a mindless drone? Stick your head in the sand and pretend like the angels aren’t plotting the destruction of the human race?
    For not the first time, she felt utterly helpless. What could one person do against an entire race of beings with superior strength and abilities?
    Why did Michael have to go and ruin her feeling of safety? Okay, well maybe she’d never truly felt safe. Those niggling doubts about angels had always been present in the back of her mind. But back then her doubts had been unfounded. Now....well, whoever said ignorance wasn’t bliss was a lying sack of shit. She’d love a little ignorance right now.
     What to do? What to do?
    Get some sleep, Eva .
    She could always think about it some more tomorrow.
    *****
    The salty-sweet essence of Eva’s desire drifted from her bedroom over to where she’d set up a makeshift bed for him on the couch. Likely she’d be mortified if she knew he could smell it. Was she thinking of him? Wondering what it would be like to have his hands on her flesh? Perhaps even touching herself and imagining her fingers were his?
    Michael